It was a typical Tuesday at like 7 pm probably and I was studying for a chemistry test. Fun right?
My phone rang and it just happened to be someone I wouldn't exactly expect to be calling me at such a strange time.
Peter. It was Peter.
1-800-Peter
"Hello?"
"Hey Lindsay!"
"Hey Peter whats up?"
"Did you get the flowers?"
"Um yes."
"So you liked them?"
"I'm confused."
"How so?"
"Well... You sent me flowers. It's pretty self explanatory."
"Oh, did Ella not tell you? Things are going a bit downhill with us. I don't think it's gonna work out."
"Oh well I'm sorry about that."
"Yeah it's okay, I have my eye on someone else."
"Well good for you."
"Lindsay."
"Peter."
"I want you."
"Why? I like Hudson."
"Don't. You know what he did right?"
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