B.E. Imagines 2.0

Phone Call From A Stranger

Sitting in my car, staring down at the beautiful city lights of LA. Eating Takis with several water bottles as my music plays loudly in the background, the base of the music filling my ears as I sit back in my chair.  I needed this escape; it has been a terrible week. 

Everything was somehow just getting worse and worse. I felt so shitty all week, unless I was in bed watching movies and eating popcorn with my best friend. Or in the shower with my music blaring. But still, everything managed to bring me down. 

So I came to my favorite spot, my dog in my passenger seat. Asleep in a donut position. Accompanying me in this quiet, peaceful moment. 

My music cuts off, my phone buzzing with my familiar ringtone. I groan, reaching for my phone as I check to see who's calling me. I look at the collar ID and see an unrecognizable number. But I answer anyway, "Hello?"

"I need my shit back! Why the fuck haven't you answered? I've been calling you all fucking week!" I hear a feminine voice yell on the other end.  I flinch, raising my brows as I pull the phone away from my ear. 

"Hey, um... You have the wrong number." I say, placing the phone back onto my ear. 

As soon as I do, she falls silent. Then laughs in an obvious annoyed manner. "Oh, my fucking god!" She yells, groaning as she continues to laugh. "I'm sorry bro. You're the fifth person I've called trying to get their number right. Sorry about this."

"No, you're good. Totally get it. Hope you find who you were looking for." I say, my voice polite as I still hear the annoyed mumbling from the person on the other end. "I hope so too man. Sorry to waste your time." 

I smile, looking down at my lap as I grab another chip. "Like I said, it's okay. I really hope you get your shit back." They sigh, whispering a faint, "Thank you, baby. Have a nice day, or night."

As soon as the person says, "baby" I'm killed in a double homicide. My heart racing as an uncontrollable blush fills my cheeks. I lick my lips, trying to compose myself. I let out a breath before I let out a shy, "Mhm, you too."

The person chuckles, making me feel even worse. Even if they aren't intentionally flirting with me. It's making me go crazy. Striking me down as I'm easily a simp when someone calls me "baby." Even if it means absolutely nothing.

"Bye baby. Maybe we'll speak again."

"Yeah, maybe."

A/N- hey I know I haven't really been updating but be patient with me. A lot has been happening and I'm still trying to comprehend the fact I've been on Earth for 15 fucking years. I thank every single one of you guys for reading my book and voting or commenting. It means everything to me. (I sound stupid, I know so shut up) N E WAYS I hope you enjoyed, I wrote this while I'm like half asleep since I'm dead inside. Anyways bye