tahlie | dylan
"hey, dylan."
"you're slurring- tahlie, are you drunk?"
"no! how dare you! maybe you're the drunk one."
"alright then, if you say so."
"okay, maybe a little bit."
"and why are you drunk at three in the afternoon on a saturday? i thought you weren't old enough to drink?"
"i'm eighteen in three days, dyl, i think it'll be fine. i'm 'drunk' because my asshole of a boyfriend has stood me up, for the second time in a row!"
"do you need more dating advice?"
"well, i don't call you because i like the sound of your voice. anyway, that is the reason i rang the company phone and not yours, idiot."
"you don't sound very drunk, and also- rude!"
"did i say i was very drunk? i am a tiny bit tipsy and that is perfectly legal because i am sat on my bed, home alone. that's not a crime, is it?"
"guess not. well my advice is just talk to nate."
"if that fails?"
"check his phone. just don't get caught, he'll probably accuse you of not trusting him and start a fight."
"thanks for the advice, i guess."
"well, figured i might as well actually do something worth getting paid for, instead of just arguing with you all the time. apparently, i spend enough time going on breaks as it is and talking to you all the bloody time was just the icing on the cake. now i'm demoted to employee number thirteen! do you know how embarrassing that is?"
"dyl, we've been through this. i don't especially care."
"well. just after i'd given you some brilliant advice. goodbye tahlie. call me back when you learn to appreciate me."
"bit of a drama queen, aren't you?"
"hush. i'm having a moment- kindly leave."
"bye, dyl."
call ended
"drama queen, yeah right! the girl doesn't know what she's talking about."
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The Cupid Helpline | ongoing
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...
