wrong number

sixteen

12.47 am

ringing...
ringing...
ringing...

"hey dan,"

"do you want to meet up today?"

"you really hate making plans beforehand don't you?"

"plans are for losers, sometimes you just have to go with the flow dude,"

"don't call me a dude but anyways where do you want to meet up?"

"how about starbucks in the main street?"

"sure, meet you there in fifteen minutes dan,"

"see you...dude,"

"fuck off,"

—

we are actually meeting, we are going to see each other in real life. holy shit i am going to know who the actual dan is right now. i thought to myself as i got ready. since i didn't want to make it seem as if it's a date, i put on casual black jeans, a white tee saying "i made mistakes", and a jeans jacket on top since it's cold and i didn't want to freeze my ass.

i slowly closed my door and checked if the way was clear from the cops, also known as my parents.

i let out a sigh of a relief when i couldn't see my parent and made my way to the doorway like a fucking ninja fox. i cringed at myself for saying that and opened the door in the process as quietly as i could.

not a silent creak could be heard.

here comes nothing, i thought to myself and went towards my black passat.

—

they are actually meeting!!!!
but be ready for a nuclear
bomb coming your way,
you won't expect what
will be comingnext. so
buckle up your seat belts
;)

i love y'all but you guys won't soon,
shah