Status: COMPLETE ✓
A dialogue story.
In which a boy dials the wrong number. That leads to a series of daily conversations.
Hailey Dawson enjoys her sleep but a phone call in the middle of the night sparks more than just her nerves.
Archer Valdez jus...
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INCOMING CALL... COCKY JOCKEY
"..."
"So I was..."
"What no hello?"
"Hi. Anyway I was thinking..."
*Dramatic gasp* "Oh no! You were thinking? You poor thing. Are you alright?"
"Rude. Now, before I was rudely interrupted by your mean ass. As I was saying, I was thinking we should get to know each other better. What do you think?"
"..."
"So? What do you think?"
"Umm...why?"
"What do you mean? We have talked everyday for the last few days. So why don't we actually get to know each other."
"Umm...I don't know. Maybe? What do you have in mind?"
"Okay I'll take maybe. I was thinking we could play 20 questions."
"Alright, sure. I'm game, you go first."
"What's your favorite color?"
"..."
"Why are you laughing?"
"You asked the most generic question."
"We'll start out easy."
"Purple. What is yours?"
"I would say...blue. It's your turn."
"How old are you?"
"Seventeen. I turn eighteen 2 month before graduation. How old are you, baby girl?"
"Baby girl? Ugh I can never win with you. I'm seventeen as well. Turning eighteen 2 weeks before graduation."
"Your birthday is May 24th?"
"Close but no. It's May 22nd."
"I'm April 17th."
"That's cool. Our birthdays are close together."
"I'm still older than you. By the way I heard that eye roll."
"Okay old man. And so what if I did. You can't do anything about it."
"You have no idea babe."
"If you say so..."
"What color is your hair?"
"My hair is Brown. Nothing special."
"Brunette. I like you already. I have brown hair as well."
"Always a charmer."
"Ehh...I try. What high school do you go to?"
"Nope. Pass."
"No you can't do that. It's against the rules."
"I can too. There are no rules in 20 questions. Only simple questions this time. I've known you less than a week. I don't need a stalker."
"I can make rules. The game was my idea. But alright, baby steps. All I'm saying is you might like having me as a stalker. I'm super good looking, in case you forgot."
"How can I forget such a thing with a cocky narcissist such as yourself? But I'll let it go this time."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, jockey oh boy."
"Oh I can name about 3 things that can help me sleep at night."
"Gross."
"Now, princess. Get your mind out of the gutter. My three things are music, a movie or talking on the phone with a sarcastic brunette with a dirty mind. Oh my innocents."
"I don't have a dirty mind! It was the way you said it all...all ugh..."
"Deep and Sultry?"
"What? No. Can we just get back to the questions?"
"Are you blushing? Did I make the ice queen blush?"
"The ice queen? I'm not that bad. But in your dreams buddy. I didn't blush. No siree bob. Nope. No."
"Who are you trying to convince me or you? That was an awful lot of no's."
"Whatever. *Yawn* Next?"
"Are you tired?"
"Nope..."
"Are you sure?"
"Okay maybe a little. But we haven't finished our questions."
"There's always tomorrow. Go to sleep. You know what happened last time I took sleep away from you."
"Ha ha very funny. Goodnight stalker."
"Ha. Goodnight princess."
~~*Dial Tone*~~
"Princess...I could get used to that."
~~**~~
"Well...damn."
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