October 30th 11:45PM.
Michael:
Hey Sophie
😝
555-482-3719:
Bruh who the heck is Sophie?
Michael:
Haha that's funny.
555-482-3719:
What's funny?
Michael:
Bruh you gave me
Your number like
Hour ago at the
Jaywind High
School Halloween
Dance
555-482-3719:
Bud I don't go
To Jaywind. I
Go to Notre Dame
Michael:
😱😯
555-482-3719:
Wut. Michael:
NOTRE DAME FOOT
BALL TEAM IS
THE BEST!!!!
555-482-3719:
Ummmmm... ok then...
Michael:
Do you play
Football for
Them?
555-482-3719:
Yeah. But not
American football
Michael:
Your on the
Soccer team?!
555-482-3719:
Yuh
Michael:
Wait don't you
Have a game
Today?
555-482-3719:
Yeah...
Michael:
Sweet! What
Time?
555-482-3719:
Umm half an hour
At the school.
Michael:
Cool I'll be
There. What's
Your number?
555-482-3719:
Ummm... 6
Michael:
K see you
Then.
555-482-3719:
Wait what!?!?
555-482-3719:
Kid
555-482-3719:
KID!!!!!!
555-482-3719:
Crud.
Michaels POV
"Driving driving driving to meet this kid who's number is a random number I don't know." I sang as I drove the 10 minutes to Notre Dame High. This kid had to be as old as I am (which is 16) cuz he wouldn't go to high school if he wasn't.
As I pulled into the parking lot of the auditorium. I walked up to the opening.
"Hey kid." I heard.
Turning around I saw a senior.
"Oh hello!"
"You got your admission?"
"Oh yeah here."
I gave him the 5 dollars and headed to my seat.
Sitting down and looking out I realized that these didn't look like guys.
"What. The. Crap."
Looking closer I spotted number 6.
"WHOOO GO NUMBER 6!!!"
I shouted.
Six turned around and looked at me. He- no wait. They were a girl! She turned and waved.
I sat awestruck through the game.
...—-...
I heard the buzzer go off and realized Notre Dame had won. Looking around I saw people getting up and leaving. There were a few people walking down to the bench where the team was to get there kids. So naturally I followed.
When I got to the bench I saw number six. The back of her head was gorgeous. I know I know it's weird but actually. She had shoulder brown hair with light highlights pulled in a ponytail with a black bandana tied around her head. She turned around and I swear I was hit in the stomach with a soccer ball... that's because I was. Number six had kicked a ball in my stomach and I felt all the wind in my lungs leave.
"Oof."
Six ran over to my side kneeling by me on the ground.
"Are you ok?" She asked.
"Yup yup." I said.
Sitting up.
"Well that's good." She said.
Helping me up.
"Anyway. Seeing as you got my number from some girl named Sophie, got another girls number, and then came to her soccer game. You might wanna know my name."
I nodded.
"Well I'm Raven. Raven Jones."
She help her hand out and I reached out and shook it.
"I'm Michael. Michael Veh."
"Ooh that's cool. Well I gotta go. I'll text you Mikey."
She turned around and waved over her shoulder.
"Huh." I muttered to myself. "That was odd."
And left the field.
A/N:
So what'd you thiiiiiiink???????? Haha I don't even know why I wrote this. I was just bored and wanted to try to make a texting story so here ya go. Y'all's moms are dooooooooodes. Hehehehehehe. Only two people will understand. SEE YA SUKAS!!
