𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 ☆

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🦇𓂅 ▸*ringggggg

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🦇𓂅 *ringggggg...ringgggg* the phone goes off. "hello?" alisa pushes some hair behind her ear before speaking. "hello?" the voice answers, sounding rather confused.

"yes?"

"who is this?" alisa raises her eyebrow.

"mm who are you trying to reach?" there was nothing but silence for a while on the other side of the phone. "hello?"

"i don't know." the voice responds.

"well i think you have the wrong number."

"oh, do i?"

"eh it happens right? take it easy." she hangs up and begans walking away, until the phone rings again. alisa stops and turns around, confused. nonetheless answering the phone again. "hello?" she said slightly annoyed.

"im sorry i guess i dialed the wrong number."

"so why'd you dial it again?" she smiled and rolled her eyes.

"to apologize."

"you're forgiven, bye now." alisa goes to hang up the phone again, but before she could she heard the man say "wait, don't hang up." in a sly tone. slowly she begins to put the phone back up to her ear.

"what?" she says smiling and twirling her hair in between her fingers. "i want to talk to you for a second." she scoffs.

"they've got nine hundred numbers for that see ya." she hangs up the phone again. walking into the kitchen alisa puts some popcorn on the stove. the phone rings again. "ugh", sighing having a feeling of who it is already. walking back over to the phone she picks it up. "why don't you wanna talk to me?"

"who is this?"

"how about you tell me your name and i'll tell you mine?"

"yeah i don't think so." alisa picks up a cup from the counter and walking back over to the stove. she takes out some popcorn and starts shaking it a bit.

"what's that noise?" alisa puts it on the stove. "popcorn."

"popcorn?"

"uhuh."

"i only eat the popcorn at movies." alisa pastes around the kitchen while talking. "well i'm getting ready to watch a video." she leans against the island.

"oh really? what kind?"

playing with the knifes in the knife holder she responds "oh just some scary movie."

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