Somebody Out There

Chapter 1 - This is not Gaby

-- Daisy --

"Uh, no Daddy McHottie."

I clicked the send button. Putting my phone aside, I fixed the scattered papers on the floor and put my heavy books inside my bag. I just finished my 5-page essay paper when an unknown number texted me.

It's not of a big deal. I mean, it's just a harmless text, though sometimes a few kids in our street just doesn't know how to live their life.

Daddy McHottie? A smile slowly planting in my face. Whoever that is, that's one pretty corny but hilarious name. Did I made sense? No, I know. This essay paper drains my brain cells.

"Kids these days," shaking my head saying as if I'm not one.

I was just about to grab my towel for a long bubble bath when my phone beeped. Twice.

I got a message from my dad asking how my day was. I replied immediately that it was fine, and asked him the same question.

I was shocked that I also got a message from that same unknown number.

"Dot."

I have never been so confused in my whole life. Why would someone text me 'dot'.

But for some reason, I clicked the call button of this 'dot' person and see if either he/she was lost, am I being pranked, or it was an alien wanted to get in touch with me and be my friend.

The third one would be so cool though.

Anyways, it took that person three rings to finally answer my phone call.

"Gaby?"

It was a sound of a male human being. So he's a guy, I thought to myself. Should I answer or should I just end the call and never respond. Ever.

But why would I do that?

"Gaby McHottie?" says the other line.

Ugh, forget it.

"Do I know you? I do remember texting you that this is not the person you were supposed to be texting," I finally answered in a very firm voice. Or so I think.

"So this is not Gaby?"

"No shit, Sherlock"

There was a long pause from the other line and it was getting kinda awkward as I waited for what he was about to say. But he just stayed quiet.

"Okay? Look, this is not the Gaby you were supposed to talk to so I'll just hang up now—"

"—no! No, please don't"

"Well if you're not going to say anything, I'll make use of my time in my bubble bath than prolonging a very quiet conversation with you, Sir—"

"What's that noise? Is there a nearby airport around there?"

What is he saying. It's very quiet in my room and I live very far away from the town's airport. After a 5-page paper essay, I literally have no time for this.

"What are you talking about?"

"Is there a nearby airport around your house or is that just my heart taking off after hearing your sweet voice"

Gross.

"Did you just throw a very lame pickup line on my eardrum, Sir?"

"You sound around my age, you can call me Daddy McHottie if you want."

"Really?" I said in a very plain voice.

"Yeah, really. Wait is your name Ariel?"

"Oh so I'm a fish now?"

"Cause I think mermaid for each other"

"Look—"

"Fine you can call me Pooh... 'cause all I want is you, honey. Wink wink"

"Gross. Are you always like this after you text an unknown number? You flirt with them?!"

"Don't get too jealous, I swear I'm only doing this with you."

"Wha—! I never said I was! Anyways, I just called to tell you that I'm not that 'Gaby' you know, so please stop bothering me, Sir"

"Feisty. Okay first of all, don't call me Sir, it sounded like I'm an old man flirting with a soft spoken young girl."

"Well, are you not? You sound like one."

"Ha ha, very funny. Second, do you work at Starbucks? 'Cause I think I like you a latte"

I heard a snicker from the other line. Or more like a strangled chipmunk giggling.

"Okay that's it."

I straightaway ended the phone call. Well that was infuriating.

'Ohh but you like the sound of his voice. So manly, and so husky and—"

What! No, I do not! What is this voice at the back of my head.

Ugh, I seriously need a long bubble bath.

I got my towel and some candles with me as I enter the bathroom, neglecting the beeping sound of my phone. Again.