omegle:: hood

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i can already tell this is going to suck, lmao.

i sighed, sitting on the couch, looking at the rest of the boys having fun.

"cal?"

"hmm?" i say, looking up at luke.

he sits down next to me, looking down at my phone.

"omegle? what the hell is that?" luke asks.

i shrug, "a chat thing. you can talk to strangers."

a laugh leaves his lips, "well then. have fun talking with strangers." he gets off the couch and walks to the other boys.

i press the start button.

you're chatting with a complete stranger. say hi!
you both like pizza, 5sos, and poop.

me: wow, i like poop too.

me: asl?

stranger typing...

stranger: i hate how people ask that all the fucking time.

me: it's for safety, duh.

stranger: 18, female, us

stranger: asl.

me: 19, male, australia

stranger: damn

me: what?

stranger: you're from australia?!

me: yeah

stranger typing...

stranger: nice

stranger: what time is it there??

me: well im not there at this moment.

stranger: oh...

me: yeah.

stranger: so???

me: what's your name?

stranger: why should i tell you? you're probably some old guy.

i laugh, causing the rest of the boys to look at me. i shrug and look back at my phone.

me: i am not an old guy!

stranger: you tell me your name first

me: calum

stranger: woah! like from five seconds of summer! nice

me: i am calum hood.

stranger: as if

me: i am!

"calum, we're about to go on! get ready you idiot!" michael said, causing me to almost drop my phone.

me: look i have to go, text me later?

stranger: how?

me: give me your number?

stranger: hell no! i don't even know you!

me: yeah you do.

stranger: sorry but i don't believe you

me: okay...

me: text me tomorrow, exactly at ten. use the tag ilovepoopunicorns

stranger: in the morning?

stranger: nice tag lol

"cal!" i hear ashton yell.

me: i really have to go.

me: bye!

you have disconnected.

i quickly run up to the boys.

"who were you texting?" ashton asks.

"my mom." i lie.