Phone Swapped [m.c]

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"He did not just hang up on me."

She sighed, "Elsie, you do realize, he is a member of an international band that is on tour, right?"

Well yeah she's right, but important memories are kept there and if he went to another state, I'll be damned.

"Plus, you're really harsh on him- lemme scratch that, you've been harsh on everyone." She added. I stayed silent, not knowing what to say.

"You let your emotions went through. I know you're broke when she's gone, but your mom wouldn't want her daughter to be snappy and rude. You've always transferred your sadness to anger. Always." I sinked down on my sit as Naomi continued.

"I've never seen your cry, Elsie. Not even once, not even in the funeral. Why do you keep holding them back?" I bit my lip, looking away from her.

Why do I have to cry? I mean, yeah I'm sad, I just don't see the point of letting people to know that. I don't see why I have to shred tears in front of everyone to see. Why should I?

My mom died because of cancer. It was all started two years ago, when we were having picnic at the park. My mom walked in with two bags full of sandwiches and drinks. Shen walked straight to us, then she fell, unconscious. After that it was a blur because it's going so fast. Next thing I know, I was on my way to the nearest hospital.

Two years speeded up and then I was standing in front of my mom's grave.

"Elsie!" I snapped out of my thoughts as Naomi called my name.

"Damn girl, what's on your mind? The sandwich's been sitting there for years."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

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I. Am. Bored. As. Fuck.

Naomi's been bugging me to let her play with Michael's phone, but I told her that is just plain rude.

I haven't opened up anything in his phone except the games and his music gallery. I've never bought anything in iTunes or anything paid in AppStore. So this is like a plus to me.

His games are all paid- what a rich dumb ass.

I silently thanking God he has the same music taste as mine. God knows what I'd do if he's into pop shit.

"It's been two damn days!" I cried out.

Naomi seemed to be deep in her thoughts. She always does this thing with her hands when she's thinking, it's weird I don't know.

"Maybe he can't." Naomi stated out of nowhere.

"What do you mean he can't? He just have to unlo-" I paused.

"I have a password on." I murmured to myself.

"You can just give him your password by send him a message, easy peasy." She suggested.

"But then he can hack into my twitter or my wattpad, damn I have a lot of shits there."

"You and your dirty mind, Elsie." She mocked. I rolled my eyes as I scoffed at her.

I unlocked his phone and typed down.

Me: 303

Me: That's my password

Me: Give me my phone back

I heard Naomi sighed- clearly in disappointment, behind me as she read the text I sent.

"You're really rude, you know that."

I shrugged, continue playing Sims 3. If he actually reply, I'm gonna ask him why he never play any of these games. Like seriously, why would you buy them if at the end you won't even play them.

Messeges   now
1-8xxx-xxx: Please whoever you are...

I clicked on the notification, ignoring the fact that it just interrupted me from flirting with a cute guy in Sims.

1-8xx-xxx: Please whoever you are, don't spread out my photos or any kind of file. It'll cost my life.

I changed the ID into Michael since it feels weird when you're sending texts to your own number.

I've done that tho, just saying.

Me: its ur privacy and i havent opened anything yet

Me: stop being so dramatic dumbass

Michael: ur so rude, you know that-_-

Me: ive been told

Michael: smh

Me: seriously tho when will you come back?

Michael: awh

Michael: miss me already? :)

I rolled my eyes- what a jerk. Since when we're on the stage of using smiley shit when texting.

Me: yeah totally:)

Me: we should meet up sometime i need to practice on my hitting targets

Michael: Ouch too harsh womn

Michael: woman*

Me: whatevs

Michael: gtg we talk bout this ltr

I sighed, locking the phone. Have your hands ever feel itchy when your phone is far away from you? Or when you thought you lost it? Or when someone borrow it so long? Yup.

"That's cute!" Naomi suddenly shrieked behind me- which by the way near my ear.

I held my ear, caressing it lightly. "What's cute?" I asked.

"You two!" She answered, excitedly.

"U2? Since when you like that band? Who are you and what've you done to Naomi?" I asked, chuckling.

She grunted, shifting on my bed. "Not U2 the band, but you guys!"

"Meh."

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Michael's POV

"Who're you chatting with?" Ashton asked after taking a seat next to me.

"Simi." I lied smoothly as I locked the-girl-who-name-I-havent-known-yet's phone.

Ashton chuckled, "Really man? Michael, no one plays that anymore."

"Dude, he still answers the most random shit ever!" I exclaimed, remembering the last time I played it.

It's funny how I asked about myself on Simi and he replied with banana pancake with blueberries. I don't even know myself.

"Michael, I'm wondering.." Ashton said as I picked up a guitar and strummed a few chords.

"Why that Simi replies unrandomly?"

Shit.

I looked up to see Ashton smirking at me like he has won something. I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the guitar.

"She's no one, really."

He scoffed, "Why're you all smiley then?"

"I'm not all smiley and shit!"

I was about to say something but got interrupted by a knock on the door. Our manager came in with clipboards filled with paper and some shits I don't understand.

"Boys, we're ready in 5." He said with a mono tone.

"Alrighty." I got up and went out.

Time to put a hella of a show.

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