Wrong Number Texts normally are annoying....unless they are from a pretty girl or to a cute boy.
*Social Media/Real Life*
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MistytheQueen: u knw the prty me and me frenss jusst lef t
Unknown number: are you drunk?
MistytheQueen: nooooo shhhh shhhh no
Unknown Number: who are you?
MistytheQueen: Mistyyy *attached image* duh
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Unknown Number: since your drunk that's not a current photo....and you just left a party where are you? XD
MistyTheQueen: streeeet wih me friiiieds
Unknown Number: get out of the street!!
MistyTheQueen: why shouuuuld I listn 2 ya......u say u don't know me....sooo tho I don't know u
Unknown Number: I'm Bob, now get out of the street and take your friends with you!
MistytheQueen: stilllll why shuld I lissden tuo youu???
BobTheSober: because a pretty girl shouldn't die because she got drunk
MistytheQueen: whoaaa
Bobthesober: what???
MistytheQueen: my frieeends just goot rides frm othhher frieeds
BobtheSober: they just left you???
MistytheQueen: basicccly
BobtheSober: are you at least out of the street?
MistytheQueen: yepp
BobtheSober: can you get to your house?
MistyTheQueen: I thiiink so
BobtheSober: well walk there or call someone to get you, okay gorgeous?
MistytheQueen: hey "Bob" this is Mistys friend Zachary I got her thanks for getting her out of the street.
BobtheSober: yep
~~~~the next morning~~~~
Bobs PoV:
Wonder if Mistys okay. She's probably really hungover. She was really pretty. Who's Zach? Let me tell Devon his reaction will be great, and he's been pestering me about who I was texting last night. ((There nice reactions in the main pic lmao I love them))
Misty's Pov:
Ugh my head hurts. Party was amazing though. Did I text him that? Then I feel a wave of nausea and run to the bathroom. A few minutes later I come out of the bathroom.
I stumble down stairs to find Zach (Zachary) making some breakfast. Pain reliever is on the table. I nod, "So what happened last night?"
"We left the party....our friends ditched. You texted a guy named Bob who helped you get out of the street, he called you pretty. Uh then I got you home." He responds then gives me pancakes.
"Good thing we live together." I mumble.
I grab my phone and scroll through me and 'bobs' conversation. Bob is a name you use for everything. Wow I sent him a selfie...okay.
PrettyGirlDrunk: hey um sorry about last guess I got to drunk, who are you really tho? XD
BobtheSober: my name really is Bob
PrettyGirlDrunk: really?
BobtheSober: Bob Morley to be exact
PrettyGirlDrunk: NO FUCKEN WAY
BobtheSober: guess oh have heard of me
PrettyGirlDrunk: YES OMFG
PretyyGirlDrunk: wait how do I know it's really you???
BobtheSober: what's your Twitter
PrettyGirlDrunk: MistyisMurphyTrash
PrettyGirlDrunk: BUT I lovE BellamY
PrettyGirlDrunk: OMFG
PrettyGirlDrunk: YOU JUST FOLLOWED ME OMFG BRB CRYING
BobtheSober: don't cry. You are to pretty to cry
PrettyGirlDrunk: BOB MORLEY JUST CALLED ME PRETTY IM DECEASED
