This story is between Wilbur and Emily Black. (You)
Bitch, come pick me I'm scared.
Where are you?
Wtf the same place you dropped me off
Are you drunk?
And where might that be?
Wait tf are you?
The person you texted apparently.
Alexa?
I'm not telling u my name.
Shit wrong number.
Lol.
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No, don't do that
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You texted me and ur leaving me on read?
Sorry was texting my friend.
So who's you?
I'm a girl who happens to live in the continent of Europe.
Well yeah that definitely answered my question. What's your name?
Try and guess, I'm British.
Umm. Hermione.
.😐 I actually thought you would try.
Ginny?
Yess. My name is Ginny, I also happen to be dating Harry Potter.
I knew it, like I thought how did she get my number. Magic, that's it.
Or maybe mistyping numbers
Magic.
One last guess for my name little stranger.
Matilda, that's it. That's you.
What's up with you and witches.
Witches happen to be my bitches.
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Shit
Read 12:26
What did I do?
Read 12:27
Come back stranger.
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Emily sighs and puts her now dead battery phone in her tote bag as she waited for her friend's car to come.
She smiled as she remembered the conversation with mystery girl or boy or person.
She felt bad for leaving him on read.
"Now that intestate is paved with memories, of a past life I lived when I was eighteen" The 24 year old girl hummed her new favourite song as she adjsuted her brown hair in a ponytail.
Who was she kidding, she didn't really like that song that much.
The streets of Suffolk were lonely and cold. She could hear crickets in a distance.
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Pick Me Up I'm Scared...
FanfictionEmily Black accidently texts the wrong person leading to a weird friendship. She puts up a notice for a roommate and a fella called William Gold reaches out to her. She has her secrets, he has his. I can't do this anymore. Just read the book.
