Five missed calls and twenty missed texts. That's what I woke up too, and I bet you can guess who they're all from. Ambers the only one I text and now that I think about it I haven't posted a fake picture of me since that day she messaged me.
The phone rang once before she answered.
"Hello?" You could hear the sleep in her voice.
"Hey."
"Jackson?!" Damn she knows me by voice.
"The one and only."
"Where in the hell have you been!"
"Hospital."
"What?! Why?!"
"Calm down. It was just all a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding in which you haven't text or called me back? Don't lie to me Jackson!" Damn she was good.
"I just lost too much oxygen that's it."
"Fine."
"Don't be like that." I pleaded
"Like what?"
"Never mind. I need more sleep I'll text you when I wake up." I didn't want to leave but I also didn't want to get in a fight.
Flopping down I let the drowsy take over and soon I was back to snoring and drooling. (Right?! What person that needs an oxygen tank snores. THIS GUY.)
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My beautiful people!
I know this is short and pointless I just have writers block on how to get to the next step of this story. I know what's going to happen I just don't know... How?
If you see someone without a smile give them one of yours. 😇😙
P.S (if any of you care about the writer) I found out that this kid I've liked for a while likes me back. That was today so let's see what the rest of the week will bring. 😝😊
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Love is the Cure
Storie d'amoreMy name is Jackson and I never thought I'd be a catfish, but then again I also never thought that I would develop some kind of lung cancer that held a oxygen tube to my nose and causing me to drag an oxygen tank at my heels. I never thought I would...
