"Hey, mum. So back to our conversation, I've been meaning to tell you about this guy..."
"..."
"Hello?"
"...um, hey..."
"OH. It's you...OH GEEZ I wasn't talking about—I mean—I just—I wasn't—"
"It's okay..."
"I wasn't talking about you if that makes you feel better. There's this guy in my class who sits next to me like in every single class, no matter what. It creeps me out."
"Wow...maybe you smell nice?"
"That laugh...wow I smell nice? Okay, I'll change my perfume then."
"So I guessed your name, where do you want dinner? Well...I don't even know if we live near each other anymore but I though—"
"Maybe, Tyson. I'm a bit busy this weekend, I live near San Fransisco and you?"
"The centre of the city, babe"
"...Don't ever call me that again."
"Don't ever laugh like that again. Hurts my cheeks from smiling."
"Your poor thing."
"So this Saturday?"
"I can't, I'm going out with my roommate somewhere."
"Shit, I almost forgot. Thanks. Sorry I've got to go, football coach said I should get good sleep."
"Yes, sure, alright."
"Goodnight, bea-skittles"
"Goodnight, Ty"
"Did you just call me Ty?!"
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"Ugh, one day I'll hang up on you instead."
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