chapter 3: I know your voice

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an hour later: the phone starts to ring and 

it was my friend.

"hello "

"hiiii , what's up?"

"Nothing really special just sitting on the couch watching tv , hungry thinking about getting food"

"cool, I heard that you will move out soon"

"Yeah, I'm kinda nervous. it's just, all-new, things you didn't try before"

"I understand you, well we didn't see each other in a while so I thought of sleeping at your house today or tomorrow"

"yes, of course, you can come whenever you want"

"great I will pack my clothes and come"

"see you"

"see Yaz"

that was weird, we haven't spoken in a while, but at least she called now, we have a lot of fun together, but the good part is that she is the one who called me first and not me.

I put my phone away and I continued watching my favorite show, later my friend came.

"hey amber"

she hugs me tightly " oh I missed you " 

"me too " since I met her she hasn't changed, even our friendship didn't change she is the sweet girl I enjoy my time with her.

"I have a very special gift for you" she isn't my best friend but she knows what I really want more than anyone else. she gave me a small package and I didn't wait to open it.

"OMG, I dreamed all my life about getting something like that, you didn't have to"

"anything for you darling, besides it won't matter if I spent some hundreds on a gift that I want to give to someone who deserves it"

"some hundreds?!"

"yes?!  that doesn't matter "  -  "and your not the only one who is hungry"

" I'm starving "

"what are we eating?", then we said together: "McDonald's" 

"OF COURSE" ~ calls McDonald's

"hi, want to order.." I didn't know what to order so  I order the classic meal since I love almost everything that Mcdonalds sells. "and you?" she whispered to me what she wants.

"and 20 chicken nuggets with sauce and without fries"

the seller: "I think that I  know your voice"

"really? I don't know  yours"

"oh sorry, anything else?"

"no, thank you"   ~  ends  the call


"what was he  saying?"

"I don't know, he says that he knows my voice"

"maybe, but didn't you recognize him or something"

"not at all"

when the order arrived we chatted a little bit about what happens in our lives and she wanted to know what i did today, my day was very boring but she  listened well to me.


after we ended we  did what we loved to do, painting . it felt like painting for hours and the  sun started to go down, we had a lot of fun.


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