Phone Swapped [m.c]

3

Michael's POV

Me: hi

Me: how r u?

Snappy: since when we are on that term

Me: what term

Snappy: i wpuld tell u but ur brains too small to process things

Me: says the one who always typo

Snappy: that doesnt make sense

Snappy: like at all

Me: btw whats ur name

I waited for her response, which never came. I sighed, locking the phone. I shoved it down my pocket and walked back to the kitchen.

"Who's that?" Ashton asked as I sat down on one of the island.

"Snappy." I retorded at Ashton, hint of annoyance in my voice was slightly clear.

"Ahh, the girl who stole your phone." He smirked down at me, sliding into the seat next to me.

"Technically, it was my fault." I corrected.

"Yeah, sure, you're dumb." He agreed.

"Fuck off."

I felt a vibrate on my thigh as Snappy's phone got a notification. I pulled it out, entered her password.

Snappy: your nightmare

I chuckled at the text she sent. I ignored Ashton's rant and typed.

Me: lol ur not Taylor Swift

Snappy: i dont dress like a daydream stupid

Me: hey you changed the subject

Snappy: suprised you noticed

Me: rlly tho whats ur name

Snappy: y do u ask

Me: bc ur phone is literally in my hand and i kinda need to know who the owner is?

Snappy: exactly

Snappy: ur holding a hella lot of  shits about me there

Me: well do you want me to seek through ur stuffs?

Snappy: hell no

"Got ya." I thought out loud. I heard a faint 'huh' from Ashton but I continued to type, mimicking her.

Me: exactly

Me: u wont tell me or let me invade ur privacy

Snappy: dont get smart on me asshole

Snappy: and im serious

Snappy: dont you fucking dare open anything except messages on my phone

I snickered as I remembered accidentally opened her wattpad app and not-so-accidentally read her works. Don't blame me tho, her stories are interesting. She never published it, but damn she's a great writer.

Though, I can't just forget about the fact that she actually reads Justin Bieber's fanfiction, oh and also Harry Styles'.

Damn, I laughed so hard at that.

Me: i kinda ACCIDENTALLY opened ur wattpad

I somehow shivered like something cold just passed through or that's just my feeling. I realized Ashton left me here alone.

I heard a ring, I looked down and saw Snappy's calling me. Confused, I answered.

"Hello there, Snappy." I greeted, my tone light.

"You better not tell anyone about it, Micah." Micah? that's new.

"Tell anyone what exactly?" I asked, silently chuckling to myself thinking about how the hell she came up with the nickname Micah?

"You know exactly what I mean, asshole." She replied.

I decided to play with her a little bit. Damn, I shouldn't have.

"Oh you mean the one that you write stories or the part that you read Justin's and Harry's fanfiction?" I mocked, my voice slightly higher than what I hoped it would be.

"Damn, those Justin's are gross, dude." I added, chuckling to ease the tension. Gotta let you know, it's fucking intense now.

"Ha-ha very funny. Do you forget that I also have your phone in my hand?" She reminded.

Oh shit.

"Get fucking ready, douche." With that, she ended the call without waiting for my answer. I stood up completely still, realizing one thing.

This will be so fudging fucked up.

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Elsie's POV

I ended the call, threw his phone across the floor. I heard a crack which sent me into an alert mode instantly. I got up from my seat and picked up the phone.

Shit, there's a slight slit on the side near the volumes button. Thank God you can barely see it.

I sighed in relieved as I turned it on. Nothing seems to be damaged inside, I think. I'm no phone repairer, I don't know shits.

"Fudging bell." I murmured, relaxed back on Naomi's fluffy couch. It's weird how I'm so addicted to this couch. It's white and so freaking soft. It feels like you're sitting in a big white fluffy bunny.

I wanted one but it costs- like, alot. The thing about Naomi's family a.k.a The Kelligans, they're hella rich, it's crazy.

Sure my dad is a CEO of a big company. Naomi's dad? He owns bigger- way, way bigger. He treats Naomi like she's a princess. Literally.

He bought her an enormous house- well, more like a freaking castle. The pool is the same size as my living room. It has a garden as big as my house. Not kidding.

"Damn, who is it?" I turned my head, finding Naomi smirking freakishly.

I groaned, slumping down on my seat, "Who else?"

"Ah, the rainbow dude." She said, wiggling her eyebrows at me in a mocking way.

Chuckling, I said, "Yeah, the rainbow dude."

"So what's that about?" She asked, sipping on that disgusting tea that can cause some weight loss. I don't know, ask Naomi.

"He opened my fucking wattpad." I spatted out with hatred.

"And you're so angry, you have to freaking threw his phone?" Naomi said. I shrugged and heard her sigh.

"So mature." She commented as I rolled my eyes. Naomi turned her attention to the news on the television.

Comfortable silence dawned on us as I laid back, studied Michael's phone.

"You know what suprised me?"

I stayed in silence, waiting for her to continue.

"Everytime he texts, you'll reach up instantly. Even if you're asleep, you actually wake up to reply."

I grunted, "What's your point?"

"I think you're slowly taking a like for him." She pointed out. I stifled a laugh, sounding like a total pig.

"Yeah sure, hell no, bitch."

She put her hands up in a 'surrender' position, "I'm just saying."