"hello?"
"you're not going to explode on me like a grenade on a battlefield again, right?"
she chuckled, "i'm fine now. my friend, riley harrington, i'm sure you've heard of her--"
"yeah i have"
"well she stole my phone and she basically had this whole intervention. let's just say wrestling was involved"
he laughs hysterically, "that's pretty crazy"
"speaking of obsessions; what are your's? obviously, mine is mobile games"
"well... i have a thing for horror movies. they fascinate me more than they do scare me but i think it's adrenaline"
"really? i can't watch a minute of a horror movies without flipping out"
"i wonder how your friends deal with you at the movie theatre"
"they don't. if i ever go with them, they make me sit at least 5 rows away"
he chuckled, "of course"
"sooo... how's life?"
"good. i'm babysitting my niece right now"
"aww. how old is she?"
"she's 6. she loves the old disney shows"
"she has amazing role models in her life"
"i know right"
she chuckled softly "what show are you watching?"
"hannah montana" he stated, making her squeal in excitement
"you get the beeeeeest of both worlds" she sang
"chill it out, take it slow" he sang along
"then you rock out the show!" she belted
they both laugh hysterically
"i lived for hannah montana!"
"it was awesome! but now my niece is staring at me weirdly"
"well any kid would stare at you weirdly if you just started singing disney theme songs randomly"
"hey! you started it!"
"but i'm home alone so singing out loud doesn't really affect anyone"
"unless the walls are extremely thin and your neighbours can hear you"
"eh, it's not like it's anything out of the ordinary" she paused, "hold on, i've got a text"
"oh, shit." she muttered, "i forgot rick was coming over today"
"oh, well-"
"i'll talk to you soon. bye, trevor"
she hung up before he could say anything else
"bye, may" he sighed
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a/n: THIS IS THE ONLY ELEVENTH CHAPTER AND I'M ALREADY RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS. shit.
qotd: dogs or cats?
dedicated to @halimalfoy for the "question of the day" idea :)
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