Chapter 13 ~ Wrong Number

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I awoke to an empty bed. That's odd. Usually I'm up before James. I slowly walked out of the bedroom, toward the living room. James' shoes were still here. Maybe he's in the bathroom, I turned the corner. The bathroom door was open, and there was no sign of James inside. I made my way back to the living room, and to the door. A piece of orange paper was taped to it
Downstairs doing laundry, then going to get us some lattes. Love you, James ♡
I let out a deep breath, and collapsed onto the couch. This boy is going to be the death of me I swear.
About 20 minutes later, the door flew open, and James walked in holding g a bin of clothes, and a cup carrier with two lattes inside.
"Carmel mocha, with soy milk for my lady," he said in the worst British accent ever.
"Thank you, kind sir," I mocked him. James sat down next to me, and pulled me into a hug.
"How was your morning so far?" He asked.
"Uneventful, lonely, boring. Must I go on?" I said dramatically.
"Well, I'm home now," he kissed my neck, making chills go down my spine, "so what shall we do?"
"Hm. I heard there's a guy in this house that loves his girlfriend so much he'll make her pancakes in the morning."
"Oh yeah? Whats the guys name? I'll have him make me some too." I laughed, and punched his arm, jokingly.
"Can you make pancakes, please?" I asked.
"Kiss first, then pancakes," he said as he cupped his hands around my face, and pressed his lips against mine.
"I could get used to this," I smiled when he pulled back.
"Good, because you're going to have to." He walked into the kitchen. The sound of pans, and cupboards filled the silence of our small home. The house phone started to ring.
"I got it!" I called out, "Hello?"
"Gone," a female voice on the other end cried.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Love him while you can," her voice intensified, "they're going to take him." There was a click, then silence.
"What the actual fuck?" I whispered.
"Who was that?" James asked.
"Wrong number," I stated.
"Oh. Well, pancakes are done."
"Great. I'm starving. "

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