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"So, where do you live?"
"Not very far."
"I need an address if you didn't notice."
"Oh, yeah. Uh-"
"I understand that you're a bit skeptic about me, hence the phone on speaker. But you'll have to trust me and take a chance on this."
"That's not the case. At all. I wouldn't have been here with you if I didn't trust you."
"What is it then?"
"It's not you, it's me dude."
"I'm sorry what?"
"We're uh-"
"Strangers."
"Completely."
"Absolutely."
"Yes."
"She called one night."
"Randomly."
"For a bet."
"He refuses to give me his name."
"I call her Midnight."
"I hate him sometimes."
"She loves me, really."
"He's a hypocrite."
"That's her."
"I'm not."
"She called."
"It was an emergency!"
"She doesn't sounds like she's in any kind of danger, does she?"
"I was being chased? And I'm with a stranger?"
"I am a stranger too. Your words."
"You were the one who were worried."
"You were the one who was scared and running."
"He's always doing nothing and yet doesn't has the time to call."
"I'm the only person on her contact list."
"He's not."
"And who else is there? Claire? Literally the girl who got you in so much drama?"
"You-"
"Oh stop!"
"..."
"..."
"Both of you are damn crazy. You! You, put your damn address in the GPS system. And you, the guy on the phone, please dude stop riling her up."
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Midnight [ONGOING]
Teen FictionA bet. A call. And maybe something more. "Wow. Someone's excited." "Of course I am, you picked up!" "Yeah, like isn't that what you're supposed to do when the phone rings?" "At midnight? On new year's?" "Yes, some people have better things to do th...