dylan | tahlie | nate
"hello?"
"why do you sound so out of breath? am i interrupting something, because i don't want to piss your boyfriend off more."
"oh, it's you. and no, you're not interrupting anything. i'm out of breath because i'm really unfit and i just ran down a flight of stairs to answer my phone. i thought the unknown number might mean that leonardo dicaprio might finally have come to sweep me off my feet. apparently not."
"are you saying you'd prefer leonardo dicaprio to me?
"yes."
"yeah, same."
"anyway, why have you called me off some random phone?"
"it's not random, it's mine. i called you off it because i was getting into trouble at work for 'gossiping' with a certain customer on the company phone, instead of working. you got my number one employee spot taken off me!"
"oh, did i? that's nice."
"are you even listening? that is most decidedly not 'nice', tahlie!"
"oh, well i guess you'll just have to work extra hard and stop gossiping if you want to get it back. you really should stop calling me everyday."
"me? you're the one who rings every bloody day, even when i'm not here!"
"but who rang first today?"
"oh, shut up!"
"you're only saying that because you know i'm right."
"tahlie, are you ready yet?"
"ooh, that's nate! sorry dyl, i've got to go!"
"go where?"
"on a date, obviously!"
"well, have fun."
"don't worry, i will."
"ew. be safe tahlie. if you call me, saying you're pregnant i might just scream."
"shut up."
"you're only saying that because you know i'm right."
"oh, shut up!"
"tahlie, we need to be there in ten minutes!"
"okay, got to go. bye dylan!"
"bye!"
"don't use your sarcastic enthusiasm on me."
"just go to your date!"
"alright, alright, bye!"
"bye!"
call ended
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Short Storyit started out as a dare- tahlie calling up- trying to waste their time, but add in a very pushy best friend, a lot of over-the-phone arguments, a potentially cheating boyfriend, and more than a few relationship problems, and she finds herself getti...
