Girls POV.
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I texted the mystery dude. I haven't heard from him in a while,
Did you hear about Chris??? It's pretty bad, I'm going to visit him now real quick, tons of people at school made cards, and I'm the one who's supposed to drop them off...
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I hit send, and walked into the hospital room,
"Hi." I said to pretty, blonde, women sitting in a chair, who I assume is him mom,
"Hi." She said, confused,
"Oh! Uh. Well a bunch of people made him-"A loud Bing! interrupted me, it was Chris's phone,
"Oh, dear." She said tiredly, "Do you mind getting that? Just respond with something like, 'Chris unfortunately is in the hospital at the moment, and will not be able to respond to you." I nodded swiftly and picked up his phone. The person texting him was under the contact name Buttercup. I dropped the phone suddenly,
He's Creepy Dude.
Oh my god. Try not to have a mental breakdown right now
"Is there something wrong?" I gulped and shook my head no. I picked up the phone again and typed what his mother told me to,
"Do you have a pen?" She dug through her purse,
"Here, honey." I grabbed the pen from her, and dug my card out of the pile, I quickly scrawled,
"Love, Buttercup." Under my real name, and drew a quick sketch of an iPhone.
"Here." I shoved a pile of cards at her. She smiled, I smiled back, and walked out,
Bye, Creepy Dude, I miss you.
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What's up, Buttercup?
Short Story"What's up, Buttercup?" "Who the heck are you?" "I'm probably the guy of your dreams, and the guy that's going to get you through your depression. " ~ ~ ~ A mystery jock, a depressed girl, and a unexpected romance. ~ ~ ~ "Remember what I said...
