Wrong Number | Malum

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Bold = Michael
Italics= Calum

Calum quickly took out his phone after he had put on his fuchsia pink coat and went to look for his best friend's contact. He pressed the text button and typed out:

I can't fucking get enough of this pink fur coat Luke I think I have a problem

Calum waited a few minutes before 'Luke' finally responded. When Calum read it his eyes widened and his face flushed pink in embarrassment. He looked at the contact name; Unknown. Damn it, why the fuck was he so stupid?

Lmao dude I'd love to help you with you're problem but I think you texted the wrong number.

He quickly replied and nervously bit his nails as he sent it.

Oh. Sorry. 😁 I thought you were my friend.

Nah, it's cool. I'm Michael by the way.

The name sounded a bit familiar to Calum and he slowly texted back.

Hello Michael, I'm Calum.

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WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW, ANOTHER FUCKING STORY.

Hewwo, short little prologue for you 'cause I'm lazy af. I really need to stop making more stories when I can't even get one done. Jfc.

I hope you guys like the new writer in the account, her name's Theodora and she's so fREAKIN AWESOME. Her story 'This Dude Named Michael' is so fhshdjskalajd. She thought of it herself and she actually got inspiration from a book called 'Selfish Machines' and it's by AcidDog and it's suuuuper good.

Go check it out munchkins, you'll love it!

- Bela.