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Somebody Pick up the Damn Phone, Because I Called It!

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Once things had returned to, well, as normal as things could get, Twitch took Vincent aside. "Do you know Scott's number?"

"His number? Like, his phone number? No... He has mine, but he's never called~" Vincent shrugged.

"Well," Twitch handed him a piece of paper. "The dare is that you call his phone. Like, his head."

"Oh, really?" Vincent's eyes scanned over the string of digits on the paper. "I see..."

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Scott was talking with Mike when he was suddenly cut off. His phone began to ring, and his whole body vibrated with the sound.

Mike sniggered. "You alright there, Scott? Or is that... ringing in you ears?!"

Scott blushed a little with embarrassment as the phone rang again. Sighing, he reached up and picked up his receiver, (though he doesn't have to talk into it). "Hello?"

Vincent hung up quickly, so Scott wouldn't know it was him.

"Must've been a wrong number..." Scott placed the receiver back down on his head.

Vincent, in the other room, grinned, and added the number to his contacts. "I'll have to remember that~"