(Michelle above)
"Michelle?!?" My best friend, Cheyenne, called from her bathroom.
"Yes?" I say walking to where she is and hopping on the counter.
"Can I borrow your phone to talk to this guy? My phone's not working."
I hand her my phone and watch as she dials the number.
Ring ring
"Hello?" A thick country accent comes through the phone.
We look at each other and squeal silently.
They start talking as I stare at myself in the mirror, picking out every flaw.
"MICHELLE!!!" I'm drawn out of my trance.
"Huh?" I say slowly taking my focus from my reflection in the mirror to Cheyenne.
"He was telling you about his friend." She says winking at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Can you repeat that?" I ask him sweetly.
"I have this friend, if he thinks your fine he'll come with me and we can all hang out. He's a country boy, who's white and has hair like a black person, and he has a Mexican last name."
I took this all in and just looked at my friend.
"He seems cool." I reply after a while.
"Here, I'll give you his kik." I smile as he says this.
He gives me his kik and hangs up calling her back on her phone. I put in his kik and texted him.
Me:Hi.Uhmm you're friend gave me your kik.
Kyle: He told me lol
