(lowercase intended) (note: the majority of this story will be told through text)
we started because of a wrong number.
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unknown: dave, u here yet?
unknown: how long does it take for somebody to get laid?
unknown: HURRY UP!!!
me: wrong number
unknown: shit
me: yeah
unknown: this is awkward
me: it is
me: for you
unknown: -_-
me: :)
unknown: ok
me: alrighty
unknown: um so how r u
me: good
unknown: man of few words, huh?
me: woman of few words*
unknown: oh. so...what's your name?
me: not telling u, stalker
unknown: but that's how every wattpad text story starts
unknown: jtbc, i am not a stalker
me: jtbc?
unknown: just to be clear
me: okay
me: you go on wattpad too?
unknown: my sister's obsessed with it
unknown: dave's here
me: nice talking to u, stalker
unknown: are you serious?
me: very
unknown: i
unknown: am
unknown: not
unknown: a
unknown: stalker
me: stop that, it's annoying
unknown: stop calling me a stalker
me: shouldn't you be wondering if Dave has std's
unknown: ...oh god
unknown: thanks for that
me: you're very welcome, you stalker
unknown: -_- fuck you
me: that's not how the human anatomy works, pal
me: believe me, i would bed myself if I could
unknown: tmi
me: oh come on, like you haven't wanted to "do it" with yourself at one point in your life.
unknown: I really haven't
unknown: I have to get going now
me: hoping there will be a next time, stalker
YOU ARE READING
if only {rewritten}
Teen Fictionthey started one night because of a wrong number she called him a stalker for some insane reason, they kept texting each other fate is tricky if only it had been different {completed} graphics by @punctuated
