"Hello?"
"Goddamn it, I always get the wrong number. Anyways, how are ya doing buddy? I assure you I'm not a 50 year old grandma. To be honest, I am a 18 year old girl that's quite awesome. How about you?"
"That's none of your business."
"Aww come on, I practically told you my whole life story. I even told you my age! What if you're a 30 year old rapist?!?!!! Oh my goodness, are you?!!!!!"
"No."
"God man, why are you so boring? Come on, talk to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-"
"Shut up."
"Aww, that hurt my poor little feelings. I'm gonna die now because of you."
"That's a good thing."
"Murderer!AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"I haven't even killed you yet. Or anyone else, for that matter."
"I've always wanted to meet a real murderer. What's it like? Do you have friends? DO YOU HAVE SUPERNATURAL POWERS?"
"I am not a murderer, and I don't have powers."
"Aww, I wanted to meet a murderer, though."
"Go talk to Jack the Ripper or something, then you can meet one. Who knows if you'll even survive."
"Oooh, that's a good idea! TO JACK THE RIPPER I GO! BYE!" *hangs up*
"... She does know that he isn't alive, right?"
YOU ARE READING
Just A Friend
Short Story"So what are you to me?" "Someone you know in another dimension, time, life-" "Wait, what?" "Just a friend." ... BEWARE: Full of cringey humor. Ongoing editing. Expect face palming and laughter. You have been warned.
