I heard the familiar voice of Emily yelling 'let me in.' I get up and walk towards the door and unlock it while she opens it as fast as she can scraping over my toes. I drop to the floor in almost fetal position holding my toes.
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." I say.
"Oops.... My bad." She says pulling me back up and into a hug.
"My toe still hurts..." I say really not wanting to stand.
"Suck it up buttercup. What's planned for tonight?" She asks. Oh yeah.. I was supposed to do something I guess... God damn. My toes.
"I don't know facials and a movie?" I question walking away.
"Okay but you have food, right?" I swear to god food is the only thing she thinks of.
"Yes Emily... Go pick a movie."
"No I want food." She argues. After a not needed argument, we were settled on the couch with snacks. We watched old Disney movies most of the night. She took my mind off things, that I could count on her for. I was happy until I got that phone call.
"Hello?" I ask. Nothing.
"Helloooo?" I whine. Then the click of the hangup came.
"Well then!" I say to Emily throwing my phone back on the couch.
"Who was that?" Emily asked.
" I don't know. Blocked number." We shrug it off, not knowing how much that call ment.
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Wow okay, finally just starting to pick up yeah? Okay. "Crappy story Shay don't be a bitch" GUISE I KNERRR SHUTUP AND LET MEH FINISH. ;)
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