You: Question of the day - does my aspiration to wipe out the entire human race due to my mounting social anxiety qualify me as a criminal mastermind?
You: Hello? Earth to bestie?
You: Come on, mate. I need your wisdom here.
Unknown: Not your mate, Sherlock. You've got the wrong number.
Unknown: But yeah, you'd definitely be in the league of supervillains with that plan. Though I get it, crowds can be a nightmare.
You: Oh, great! Dialled the wrong number again. My apologies! Please don't turn me into the police or anything.
Unknown: Nah, not today.
You: Phew! Thanks for that. By the way, I'm currently stuck in a crowd and it's driving me up the wall. Could you keep texting me so nobody tries to strike up a conversation?
Unknown: Uh... nope. For all I know you could be some creepy old dude planning to take down an entire kindergarten class.
You: Nope! Just a high school girl trying to survive social situations here. Want proof?
Unknown: No thanks!
You: Gotcha. Seems like I'm being a nuisance here. Sorry about that... And thank you!
Unknown: Why are you thanking me? I didn't exactly help...
You: Doesn't matter. Still thankful for this weird exchange we had. Bye!
You: Oh and by the way, this is what I look like...
You:
A/N: This is not how you look like; this is just a photo. But if you want to be like this comment your nickname. For example (sky. siren. bright-eyed. puppy. kitty. fae.)
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FanfictionYou accidentally send a text to the wrong person, but you can't stop yourself from continuing to text them. There's something about them that draws you in, a magnetic pull that you can't resist. But every time you try to get closer, they push you aw...