✓ CLOSE AS STRANGERS [ranboo]

O4. pick up

CHAPTER FOUR - PICK UP

noah.

august 7th 23:59

deleting my comment, really noah?

first you ignore me for 6 weeks, then
you don't tell me that you've decided
to stay longer and i find out through an
instagram post and then you delete my
fucking comment?

what is going on with you noah?

okay fine don't answer. i'm used to it
by now.

but i swear to god if you don't pick
up the phone i will fucking block you
or i'll come to england to beat the shit
out of you

(i wouldn't but i would probably slap
you then cry)

anyways please just pick up.

FINLEY SAT IN HIS CAR, HE HAD PARKED at the place where him and ranboo would always go for walks. but now it was him, and the distant ringing of his phone.

he had called ranboo five times now, he told himself that the sixth time would be his last. as he was about to press the red button, the call connected, and a very confused 'hello?' rang through finleys speaker.

"so now you pick up?" finley asked, normally when ranboo wouldn't pick up his phone, finley would say that jokingly, but there was no sign of him joking this time. he was anything but in a jokey mood. finley was pissed.

"you were blowing up my phone, what do you want?" ranboo sighed, there was shuffling on the other side of the call, signifying that ranboo had moved to sit up instead of laying down.

"what do i want? noah i have texted you nearly every fucking day since you left six weeks ago and you didn't reply once, you didn't even read a single message! so what do i want? i wonder noah, i really fucking wonder"

"i've been busy finley. i cant just drop everything to text you!" ranboos voice raised the same way finley's did. the two never fought but this had gone on for too long, finley needed to let it out.

"you used to! you also missed my 18th fucking birthday you prick. i don't care if you were busy, you could've at least wished me a happy birthday. it would've taken you 30 seconds max but no! you're too fucking selfish to do that" finley let out, his face was bright red, tears brimming his eyes threatening to pour out.

"jesus finley, i'm sorry- i guess. i've just been caught up with seeing my friends and content creating. i've not been checking my phone" ranboo lied straight through his teeth. finley could tell.

"your job literally entails you to be on your phone or near it 24/7 so don't bullshit me noah. don't bother fucking texting me after this. i don't think our friendship is working anymore." the ginger sighed, his tears finally falling down his cheeks.

"okay" was all ranboo said in reply, to which finley just hung up. okay. oh fucking kay. finley wanted to scream. and so he did, he just let everything out, his anger, his sadness, and most importantly, his feelings for the boy that wanted nothing to do with him.

DANNY SPEAKS !

el oh el