March 21, sent 4:39 p.m.
Justin: What are you doing?
March 21, sent 4:41 p.m.
Ariana: I don't text. Ever.
March 21, sent 4:43 p.m.
Justin: Why not?
March 21, sent 4:44 p.m.
Ariana: I just don't and I'm serious. I will never respond to a text again.
March 21, sent 4:45 p.m.
Justin: That's weird. Texting would be fun.
March 22, 3:00 p.m.
Ariana: Hello?
Justin: It's Justin. Do you have a pen? I've got the number of the former owner of the scumbag operation. He lives in New Jersey now.
Ariana: That figures.
Justin: Are you ready?
Ariana: I have a pen.
Justin: I almost texted you this information.
Ariana: I don't text.
Justin: You mentioned that. Why not?
Ariana: I just don't.
Justin: Are you technophobic?
Ariana: No.
Justin: Do you have a crappy data plan?
Ariana I'm not in a jokey mood, Justin. Just give me the number. Please.
Justin: Fine. Here it is. It's 201-555-0127.
Ariana: I'll call him tomorrow. I'm on my way out the door.
Justin: Where are you going?
Ariana: To the mall.
Justin: You're such a girl.
Ariana: I'm going to buy a knife.
Justin: For cooking?
Ariana: Camping.
Justin: Sweet. A woman who likes the wilderness and blades.
Ariana: I find that response alarming.
Justin: I'm probably going to call you later.
Ariana: I'll probably answer if you do.
March 24, 9:44 p.m.
Ariana: Is this Justin?
Justin: Yes, and I'm stuck.
Ariana: Inside of something?
Justin: Yes, a take-home essay. I can't find my way out.
Ariana: It's late. Maybe you should go to bed and work on it in the morning.
Justin: It's due in the morning.
Ariana: Justin, Justin, Justin. It's like my mother always tells me—extreme procrastination oft leads to excessive caffeination.
Justin: Your mother uses the word "oft"?
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Phone Calls > jariana (COMPLETED)
Fanfiction''Justin Bieber, you are a random person.'' this book is told entirely through phone calls.
