Hotline Launder | ✔

Epilogue

READ THE A/N AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

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Three months, two weeks, four days, eleven hours and twenty sixteen minutes have passed since Melissa had left. Well, Blake made up the last evelen hours and twenty sixteen minutes part but you get the point.

During that time, they talked like they used to since there was no time difference between New York and D.C, but it felt different since he knew she wasn't in D.C anymore. She wasn't near him. It took her three weeks until she finally texted him with an anonymous contact and treat, it scared him at first but his sister-- Maria, somehow knew that it was Melissa. They met once and they already became besties.

But it's been three days that she hasn't texted or called, and it made him worried sick. The longest she had gone without replying to his text had been twelve hours and she was sleeping for nine hour of those. They always called or even facetime whenever they could.

Blake took his skateboard and found himself at the park where he first met her. He stop at the bench where she sat when he asked for her number, which turns out to be the launder number, he still remembered how embarassed he was when he figure out that he had been tricked by her clumsiness. But looking back, it made him smile. He felt his phone vibrating and quickly checked it hoping that it would be her but unfortunately it was just his sister,

Don't forget to pick up mom's dress this time, idiot. -Ree

He sighed and started to skate to Quick clean laundry to pick up his mom's dress, or shall I said dresses. His mother had way too many dresses for her own good. He took a sharp left and almost fell when he didn't see a bald headed guy, who looks terrifying yet funny at the same time, making him yell some curse words that is are not PG rated.

"Sorry!" He yelled back and was more careful when he took the next turn.

He stopped and fixed his hair when he walk into the laundry place. He couldn't help but glance at the phone booth where she would always stand when she picked up the phone. He turned his head to the nearest washing machine and bit his lip as he recall that day she insisted on clean his sweater. It become his favorite.

"Aye, lover boy." Blake snapped out of his thoughts. He turned his head to the cashier table and groaned.

"What are you doing here, noob?" Blake said looking annoyed.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing here'? I work here, idiot." Steven said and leaned his head on the table as he yawned.

"...right." He shrugged before tooking out a piece of paper. "Here, I want to take these."

Steven took the paper and gave him a one minute sigh before walking inside to get his mom's dresses, Blake sighed and took a seat near the phone booth but before he could take a seat, the phone started ringing.

"Steven!" He called, the phone stopped ringing but within two seconds, it rang again.

"Steven!" He yelled this time, what's taking him so long!? The phone stopped ringing but just like before, it began to ring again and he was starting to lose his patient. Guess Melissa was right when she said someone did call.

Blake cleared his throat and picked up the phone, "Quick clean laundry, when it's dirty we made it clean. This is Mel--umm Blake speaking...?"

"Blake?" Blake froze, he knew that voice. "Blake, is it really you?"

"Uh...yes?" He said confused. He couldn't think straight.

"I didn't know you work at the laundry now?" She said confused.