My Mute Mate

Ch.14

Fall out Boy :) Their outfit above
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I walk into the house and sit down after loading the final bag into the house. Sym plops down next to me with her eyes glued to her phone and a smile plastered on her face. She laughs and quickly types back something. I see the contact name as just 'Love ❤❤'. Im assuming she means Calum. I laugh mentally before turning to my own phone. I see no texts, of course. Considering I just got it at the mall. I see Calums number on the screen and put that in. So now I only have Calum as a contact. Great. Barely know the guy and he's my only one. Ugggh. I add a new contact and put 'Sym ' I then put my phone on top of hers quickly and sheepishly.

"Hey!" She says as first, but then laughs and puts her number in. I save her number with a smile. I open the messaging app.

'Yay this is so much easier than writing cause OMG.' I message her and she gives me a funny look with a smile.

'You're so weird Dove lol.' She replies and I smile. Its good to have a friend, even if its only one or two.

'Now I can always have your attention ' I send back and she flat out laughs. She bumps me with her shoulder.

"Well Ms. Ridiculous, Imma go call Calum. Later." She says with a peace sign out of the room.

'Ooh get some!' I text her and I can hear her laughter resound down the hallway. I go onto the appstore and scroll through apps. I find something and just start playing it. I dont know, or care really, what it is. My phone dings and it startles me, breaking my focus. An unknown number just texted me.

'Hey girl its Trinidee!' I read and giggle a bit. My phone dings with another unknown number message as I put in Trinidees number. One after another, everyone I know in this pack texts me and I put in their contacts. Even the ladies from the kitchen. I smile at all of their names. I pull Mason up happily.

'It seems like everyone has my number! How??'

'Well, Sym felt like it was important that everyone had it so you werent lonely :)' I smile at my phone again.

'Hey Mase, how much do you love me? '

'Depends. What do you want? '

'Someone to help me organize my closet '

'I think I love you enough for that.' I laugh mentally at his response.

'See you in my room ' I send back.

'Lmao. See you there you little devil.' Is the last part of our convo as I jog to my room. I walk in to already see Mason blasting 'Pheonix' by Fall out Boy. He sees me and grabs my hands, he pulls me in and a random dance party ensues. After the party ends we get to work, still dancing slightly. We seperate everything by color. It wasnt until we finished that I realized I had picked up mostly ripped and black jeans. I have others, but the color black and then grey ripped jeans over power everything. I have a total of two skirts that are flowy and dark floral. My shirts are mostly loose tees and crop tops. Rarely any 'in between' shirts. And the only 'in between's are band shirts. I have a drawer dedicated to beanies (which I have in a ton of different colors). Then I have hightops, vans, heels, and black boots. And the boots werent the heeled ones that strippers wear or anything, no, they were the boots that someone in the military might wear if they were actually combat boots. They had laces that did nothing and a huge fake silver zipper that also did nothing, and a real black zipper that blends in. They were really cute I must admit, especially since they go up to my shins.

"Yeah. You definitley went shopping with Sym." Mason points out with a chuckle. I nod. I like my closet well enough, I just wish there was a bit more color in it. Its a lot of black, white, with a pop of red or navy blue sometimes. I shrug. It'll do. Mason flops on my bed.