TNS One-Shots

Phone Privacy Breached! (Maxanda)

Summary: Moral of the story: Always try and have a unique phone case

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"No, no, no! Why is this happening to me?" Amanda complained, running her hands through her thick brown hair as she paced around her dimly-lit room.

It was 1 am on Saturday, and the brunette had just returned from her prom, to only realise that she had misplaced her phone.

But the worst bit about it?

She had taken someone else's phone with her.

So now, Amanda was silently freaking out, breaking the peace and silence that floated around her house – everyone was asleep, but that was the farthest thing from Amanda's thoughts.

The brunette had someone else's phone that looked identical to hers, whilst someone else had hers. There were over 100 people at the dance, and anyone of them could have her most precious item that she cared for so dearly.

It may sound ridiculous, laughable even, but as they say, looking through someone's phone is like reading their diary.

Amanda felt anxiety overcome her, as the pacing came to an abrupt stop. Her hands found themselves gripping her head, as she silently squeezed her eyes shut.

The urge to scream was overwhelming, but Amanda knew her parents were sleeping in the room across from hers, so she supressed that thought, and instead went for the next best thing – collapsing on her bed.

All the emotions were running through her veins – tiredness, anxiety, worry, hysteria. Name any emotion associated with having a crisis – Amanda was feeling it, because she too felt as though this was a crisis.

If her parents saw her now, they would just roll their eyes, complain about teenagers these days, and then scold her for losing her phone.

But that was farthest from the brunette's thoughts as she scurried to try and think of something, anything that could mean she would get her phone back.

Amanda stared around the room, looking anxiously for something that could help her, when eyes caught a shiny object resting on her desk, the moonlight illuminating the black screen.

"The phone," She whispered to herself, scrambling up from where she was haphazardly lying on her bed.

The brunette reached her desk, staring at the foreign object, before quietly placing her hand on it's cool, hard surface.

Seeing her reflection on the glass screen, Amanda sighed, before picking it up, and walking back to her bed, where she slumped onto the sheets, still staring at the phone in her hand.

The brunette slowly moved her thumb to the small, black circle, and quickly pressed it, the phone powering to life.

Amanda stared at the screen intently, trying to grasp any information that might have told her who the owner was, but to no avail, the screen just displayed a generic photo of a swirly pattern, one of options in the settings.

The brunette sighed, knowing that swiping would be no use – everyone always had a passcode.

Except herself.

Amanda's eyes bugged out of her skull as she realised that her phone didn't have a password. Her main logic for this was because she didn't think she'd ever need one.

But it turned out the brunette was dead wrong, because now she was sitting on her bed at 1:30 in the morning with someone else's phone.

A sudden buzzing shocked Amanda from her thoughts as she abruptly dropped the phone, a small noise being made as it thud on the carpet.