Lighter Fluid - A Creepypasta Novel. [REVAMPED]

Caller ID. - 🩷

Liu POV:

     I held my hand on top of the phone, hesitant to call again. What if he's busy? What if he doesnt want to here from me again? What if hes dead?

     What if I spent ten years trying to find him, and all of it went to waste? I lifted my hand and paced around the living room for the third time. I had already left two voicemails, all within twenty minutes of eachother.

     That time was filled by pacing.

     "Pick up the damn phone you coward." Sully piped up.
     "Shut the hell up."  I retorted, as I felt myself grow numb. I watched myself walk over to the phone, pick it up, and dial the number again.

Jeffrey POV:

     The phone rang again after twenty minutes. It was 4:20 am, so I was pissed. Randy woke up, seemingly pissed aswell.

     "Ughhh.... answer it... jesus christ!!" Randy's voice got louder as I ignored him, trying to go back to sleep.

     I was rudely awakened about four seconds later to a bright light in my eyes, and a phone held up to my face. A ginger-haired little bitch then dropped the phone on the mattress in front of me.

   "Hello? Hello?..."  I heard from the other end of the line. I hung up immediatley, grabbing the aformentioned bitch by the waist, shutting the light off, and cuddling with him the rest of the night.

    Until another call came through with the same ID. I threw the phone against the wall, and hugged my ginger bitch tighter.

    "Jeff, fucking answer the phone." Randy whined, apperantly not hearing the phone shatter against the wall. We only needed one, anyway.

    He was not very happy in the morning.

[A/N: New writing style, also im better with words now so expect a few minor changes to previous chapters. Decided to blow the dust off this book and re-revamp it. Expect updates!!]