HEY SEXIES! I DUNNO IF THIS IS GOOD OR SOMETHING. I JUST BORED AND DECIDED TO MAKE A FANFIC HURRAH FOR ME!
well here it is:
I can’t believe that guy. Half of my precious coffee spilled and he’s still chuckling. Urgh, when I see him again I’m gonna remove his head from his body. Wait, that’s kinda scary.
I was still lounged in thoughts when my phone beeped. I got it from my phone and unlocked it.
WAIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTT. THIS ISN’T MY PHONE!
I tried to keep calm. But, I couldn’t. Crap crap crap crap. This is not my phone, where’s my phone?! I checked my other pocket but my phone was nowhere to be found. Wait, if this is not my phone, then who’s phone is this?!
No, no no no no no! THIS CAN’T BE. It’s mister jerk’s phone! We must’ve exchanged phones awhile ago. I WASN’T LOOKING! Okay, now I officially find myself stupid. And blind. Stupid and blind.
I quickly checked the phone again. Good, it has no password. I can just call my number and then tell him to give me my phone back and I’ll give him his. Nothing more, nothing less.
Okay. What’s my number again? Oh yes.
I dialled my number, impatiently tapping my feet whilst waiting for mister jerk to answer. After 48 years of waiting he finally answered.
‘Hello?’ a familiar voice said.
‘Yeah, uhm. Hello. Mister jerk? Wait, no I mean. Mister man-I-met-awhile-ago? Uhm. Yeah. This is the girl you bumped into awhile ago? We kinda exchanged something…’ I said.
‘Oh yes. Miss coffee.’ He responded. I could feel that jerk smirking from the other line.
‘Yeah, yah. Miss coffee. Now, can you please give me my phone back?’ I said.
‘No.’ He replied.
I sat bolt upright from the chair I was relaxing to. ‘WHAT?!’ I yelled.
‘I said no.’ He said. ‘Unless….’ His voice tailed off. ‘Unless what?!’
‘Unless we meet up again.’ He stated. ‘Well, duhh. How in the world can I have my phone back when I’m not going to see your terrible- I mean handsome face again?’ I said, trying to be nice.
He chuckled. Oh for pete’s sake, would you stop chuckling at what I say?
‘Okay, so meet you up at the Starbucks we bumped into awhile ago?’ he uttered. I nodded but remembered he couldn’t see me. ‘Yes.’ I replied.
THEN HE ENDED THE CALL.
He ended the call…ON MY PHONE!
Urghhhh, he’s just that evil.
I can’t wait to get my phone and NEVER see him again.
It’s not he looked bad or anything. He looked really cute. It was too bad that he HAD A MOTHERCOWING BAD ATTITUDE. Well, it’s such a waste. If only he was nice.
I wasn’t really that type of girl that looked for a guy with good looks. I just wanted him to treat me right.
My phone beeped and………I mean…HIS phone beeped and I unlocked it. Hmmm, a message.
From: Jackamo
Heyy Finny. Where are you? You wanna hang? AM BORED. I CAN’T DO ANYTHING in the house. I’m planning to make a cheeky video with you ;)
Hmmm, jackamo. Who is this jackamo he speaks of? Oh well.
And without hesitation I replied.
I’m in Disneyland. WITHOUT YOU. HA!
I smirked. MWHAHAHAHAAHAHA. I’m so evil. Well, I have his phone for pete’s sake! And I’m not gonna miss the chance of ruining him. It’s time for revenge. He ruined my coffee, and my shirt! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO GET COFFEE STAIN?!
Llamas. (don’t mind this xD)
I got another message. YAY! Another person to talk to.
From: Unknown number
YO miss coffee. I’m at Starbucks. Where are you?
Oh, it’s from mister jerk.
I’m almost there. I lied. I better go now.
I reached Starbucks, about 10 minutes late. I walked confidently towards mister jerk when I saw him. I then tapped his back. HARD.
‘OW!’ he yelled.
‘What was that for? And why are you late?! You want your phone back, right?’ he said.
I nodded and smirked. ‘HERE.’ I threw his phone at him. UNFORTUNATELY he was able to catch it. DANG.
‘Nice try.’ He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. ‘Now…gimme my phone back.’ I said gesturing him to give it back. ‘NO NO NO NO. It’s not that easy miss coffee.’
‘What? Why? I need it now!’ I said, surprised. ‘Hmmm. No no no.’ he stated.
‘I lied…bout…you know…giving you your phone back.’ Okay. I wanna punch him for lying to me. DOESN’T HE KNOW THAT LYING IS BACK?!
With all my awesomeness gathered, I swiftly grabbed his phone from him. YES! I GOT IT! OH YEAH. Hooray for me and my swift move. I mentally danced.
‘HEY!’ he shouted.
‘I won’t give you your phone back then.’ I stated.
