𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐒

one

January 2, 2017

bold | shawn
italics | ashley

"SAMANTHA! I NEED YOU TO HELP ME OH MY GOD OH M- ouch."

"hello?"

"AHHHHH! THERE'S A FREAKING BIG COCKROACH! SAM WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"ouch my ears!"

"SAM! WHY do you sound like a guy?"

"excuse me miss, i think you got a wrong number."

"wait what? oh my god."

"yes. oh. my. god."

"i'm so sorry! ahhh! the cockroach is moving! help meee!"

"enough screaming. go run."

"i can't! i'm on top of the table and the cockroach moves so freaking fast!"

"throw something to kill it, silly."

"you don't call a stranger silly!"

"you don't call a random stranger and ask for help."

"excuse me, yo-, AHH! you disgusting little insect! i'm gonna kill you!"

"it's just a cockroach, stranger."

"i have a phobia okay! i tried throwing the newspaper and it won't move away."

"throw something heavy."

"will the dictionary do?"

"yes. if you aim right."

"but that's my brother's."

"that's the only way unless..."

"unless what?!"

"unless you want the cockroach to crawl on the table and then to your legs."

"ew no. boom!" [the sound of the book fell on to the floor]

"hahahaha did you aim it right?"

"my brother gonna kill me later."

"relax, girl. at least there's no more cockroach."

"yes, you're right. i can finally go to my room. sucks to be home alone."

"mission accomplished. you just killed a cockroach and finally no more screaming."

"haha thanks to you, stranger."

"shawn."

"shawn? shawn what?"

"shawn mendes."

"ahhhhhh! you're shawn fucking mendes?!"

"there goes my ears."