Wrong Number

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Allison texts the wrong number when she's trying to get a hold of Lydia. (The number I use it not real, just to let you know.)
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       Allison sighed as she got her new phone out of her pocket. She hadn't put everyone's numbers in yet. Lydia kept begging her to come to the party she was throwing tonight so she figured she might as well text her.

To 231-789-9429: Hey Lyds, when's the party again?

From 231-789-9429: I wasn't aware that there was going to be a party. Who's Lyds?

To 231-789-9429: Oh god, I must have texted the wrong number, Lydia is a friend of mine...

From 231-789-9429: So, she's throwing a party?

To 231-789-9429: Yes...

From 231-789-9429: Sweet, am I invited?

      

       Allison giggled as she stared down at her phone. Then she glared at it. She didn't giggle, it wasn't her thing. And she had no idea who this person was, he or she could be some rapest who could track her phone and attack her. She could die.... but then again, the part of her brain that wasn't rational had her fingers typing on her keyboard already.

To 231-789-9429: I don't even know your name...

From 231-789-9429: Scott McCall. What's yours?

To Scott McCall: not telling you.

From Scott McCall: awe, I told to mine.

To Scott McCall: what are we, five? I don't even know you, maybe I'll tell you my name after I get to know you.

From Scott McCall: well, what am I supposed to put for your contact name??

To Scott McCall: AA.

From Scott McCall: and what does AA stand for?

To Scott McCall: text me long enough and you'll find out.

       Allison smiled as she re-read her messages again. This Scott McCall character was a real dork, but she had just gotten out of a hard relationship, maybe this was just what she needed.





From Scott McCall: good morning beautiful.

To Scott McCall: you don't even know what I look like.

From Scott McCall: describe yourself then.

To Scott McCall: and then what, you're going to find me and kill me? Rather not.

To Scott McCall: if I were honestly going to do that, I would have tracked you down a month ago. My friend is really good with tracking calls and phone's, he work's for the FBI.

To Scott McCall: should that make me feel safer, because it honestly doesn't.

       Allison couldn't believe she had been texting this dork for over a month now. He was sweet. Every morning she would wake up with a sweet or dorky text that would warm her heart like when she was dating someone. She was practically in love with him and all they did was text. A few time's he had asked if they could meet, but Allison didn't feel that comfortable yet.

From Scott McCall: it shouldn't have made you feel uncomfortable, safer yes... so, I think I finally guessed what AA stands for.

To Scott McCall: you don't have it.

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