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"Hey."

"Hey, Parks. Feeling better?"

"Kind of. I mean... yeah. I don't know. My boyfriend broke up with me."

"Oh, I'm... I'm sorry."

"It's alright. It was destined to fail from the start. We were too similar." 

"Oh. Is that why you were so upset yesterday, Parks?" 

"It was one of the reasons."

"What are the other reasons?"

"I'd rather not say, sorry."

"It's alright. I understand. Well, I hope you feel happier soon."

"Yeah. You know, it's weird, we haven't actually met in person. Like I don't know what you look like."

"I'm super hot, just FYI."

"I'm sure. But for real, what do you look like?"

"Guess." 

"I picture you with long curly brunette hair, and green eyes. Maybe tall-ish. Around 5'10" or something. I don't know. Pale. Or tan."

"Well you got one detail right. I have long brunette hair, but it's really dark so some people call it black. It's straight, though, unlike me." 

"Nice."

"Thank you. I have dark brown eyes, and I'm actually 4'11". My parents were short as fuck and I inherited their genes. So fucking mad about it. Also, I'm really tan, because I tan really easily."

"Hmm. You sound cute."

"I am not fucking cute. I will fucking kill you in your sleep."

"Aw wittle Morgan is sad."

"I swear, I will hang up on you."

"*laughing* Okay, okay, jeez. It's your turn."

"My turn to what?"

"To guess what I look like." 

"Red hair."

"Wrong."

"Blonde hair?"

"Nope."

"Brunette hair?"

"Not even close."

"What the actual fuck, Parker?"

"I have pink hair!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Not fair."

"Totally fair. But go on."

"Long, straight pink hair?"

"Yup! It's actually naturally blonde, but I dyed it last year. My parents got over it eventually."

"Green eyes."

"Close."

"Blue."

"Closer..."

"Grey?"

"Yeah, I have grey eyes."

"I'm guessing you're pretty tan, since you do cheerleading."

"You'd think, but I'm pale as a ghost. My Irish genes don't do me much good. I sunburn so easily."

"You're Irish?"

"Yup. Kiss me."

"Maybe next time."

"Where are your ancestors from?"

"Japan, actually."

"That's so cool!" 

"Yup."

"What's your full name?"

"Morgan Aimi Izumi Akiyama."

"That's so pretty. What does it mean?"

"Akiyama means autumn mountain. Ai means love, affection, while mi means beautiful. So I guess it means beautiful love? I'm not sure how it works. Izumi means fountain, or spring."

"That's beautiful, Morgan."

"Thanks. Oh, I gotta go. Bye. Talk to you later!"