The Love Hotline [ ✓ ]

VIII

Gideon | Carys

Good morning, Cupid.

It's 3 am in the morning. What do you want from me?

I need some professional insight.

Can that wait? I kind of need to sleep.

No. It's urgent. Please?

Okay fine. Tell me what you need help with.

Do you know the muffin man?

Are you fucking serious?

Yes. This is no laughing matter.

You're a laughing matter. You woke me up at 3 am to ask me if I knew the muffin man?!

Yes. Now do you or do you not know the muffin man?

I'm not talking to you. Good night, asshole.

But Cupid. You never answered my question...

Duck you, Gideon. Duck you.

Autocorrect?

No. I just... don't trust ducks. NEVER TRUST A DUCK.

Okaaaay. So obviously, you at 3 am is not a beautiful sight.

I am always a beautiful sight. Get lost.

Nah.

K.

Did you just... 'k' me? No one does that.

K.

CUPID STOP.

At least I'm still talking to you.
Wait.
I'm still talking to you.
Why am I still talking to you?

Because I'm a delight to talk to. I find it interesting that your messages came within seconds of each other. You type fast for a girl who's meant to be groggy from sleep.

And you type too scholarly for a guy who's meant to be of a lower species.

We're both of the same species, Cupid.

Are we? I don't remember being of the same species to an ass.

You know, if my brain worked properly, I would think of a good retaliation but right now, I'm out.

So, basically your brain is asleep everyday?

Okay. Now I know that you're almost fully awake.

What? How?

You're getting smarter and I'm getting dumber.

Now I can tell you're not in your right mind because you just admitted that you were dumber than me. But thank you. <3

You know what they say.

What?

I don't know. I thought you would understand and leave it at that. I didn't prepare for this.

I didn't prepare for you to stumble your way into my life. I guess you just can't prepare for everything.

Yeah. You can't prepare for anything. One day, he's here and the next, he's not.

Who?

Me.

And I thought you were going to spill your life story.

Nah. That would be a little strange. It's only 3 am and I'm sober. Plus, the only interesting thing in my life is you.

I'm not a thing.

It was meant to be a compliment.

Well then. Thank you, Gideon.

You're welcome, Cupid.

Now I really need to go to sleep and so do you. We have school tomorrow.

Fine fine fine. Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

Right back at ya.

Wait, Cupid? You still there?

What is it?

Do you know the muffin man?

Duck you.

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