"Hel-"
"Parker!"
"Well, someone's excited to hear from me. Not going to lie though, I am pretty great, so understandable."
"You're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm all good. You're cute when you're all worried. I texted you, didn't you see it?"
"Yeah, but... I don't know. So what was bothering you?"
"It's not that important anymore."
"You sure?"
"Positive. Why do you care? You don't even know me."
"Dude, if someone calls you and they're obviously upset about something, only a fucking shitty person would ignore it."
"You have a point, I guess."
"Of course I do. I always have a fucking point. I'm pretty great."
"I don't know, you still might be that forty-year old creep they warn us about in school."
"Oh yes, I'm totally a forty-year old stalker. You've got me."
"I knew it. I fucking knew it."
"That was sarcasm, Parker."
"I'm aware."
"In case you don't know, I'm rolling my eyes right now."
"..."
"..."
"The next time someone fucking complains to me about the fucking AP classes they decided to fucking take, I might actually give them a one-way ticket to hell."
"Who is it?"
"This guy on Facebook keeps messaging me and complaining to me."
"Block that fucker."
"Nah... he's kind of my boyfriend."
"Oh. Sorry I called your boyfriend a fucker."
"Nah, it's cool. To be honest, you're not wrong-"
"Oh my God. I'm going to leave now. Bye."
"*laughing* Okay, Morgan. Bye."
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You've Got Voicemail
Short StoryA story of conversations between two girls in which they exchange witty conversations, secrets, and find themselves. "Hey, this is Morgan. So I'm going to need-" "Um, I don't know a Morgan." "Isn't this Angie?" "No, it's Parker." "Well, this is aw...
