Yours
(Laila)
I frowned at the text before trying to type something.
Unknown: Did it hurt you?
Unknown: When you fall...
I paused the Barbie movie in my laptop and brainstormed my mind. How did this unknown guy or girl knew that I sprain my ankle?
Before I respond, another message followed.
Unknown: ... from the heaven?
Me: Wtf is this?
Me: Who are you?
I presumed this prank will be over until I received the reply.
Unknown: When do I get to see the moon in day time?
Me: R U mentally alright?
Who in the earth would see moon in day time!!
Unknown: I get to see it, when I'm with you.
Oh... He's flirting.
Me: Whatever. Who are you? Don't say you are the hot pizza boy I flirted last week. I didn't mean to give you hope. So, drop the idea.
Unknown: You do things like that?!
So, he's not the delivery boy.
Me: Male or female?
Unknown: Of course, not female. Is that a question?
Me: Even gurls flirt with me, bro! U have no idea.
Bro: Do NOT call me that.
Me: Call you what?
Bro: Don't call me 'bro'
Me: Shit! Why?
Bro: It hurts.
Me: I just saved you 'Bro'. Never mind.
Bro-Bro: WHAT?!
Me: What can I call you then, bro?
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