"I'm an angel with a shotgun
Fighting til' the war's won
I don't care if Heaven won't take me back
I'll throw away my faith babe, just to keep you safe
Don't you know you're everything I have?"
"Hey."
"How are you?"
"No freak out?"
"Nope."
"Bags of nope."
"You're a Dan and Phil fan?"
"More of a Phan, actually. Spelt P-H-A-N."
"Ha ha, very funny."
"I know. Anyway, I thought I heard you singing Angel With a Shotgun?"
"Yeah."
"Nice. What's your name?"
"W-WHAT?! My name?"
"Yeah, your name. What is it?"
"I'm - I'm not telling you! I don't even know you!"
"Fine then. My name's Alex."
"WHY'D YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME?"
"I don't know. I guess I feel like we're friends."
"That's depressing."
"How?"
"Because you feel like you're friends with some random girl you heard singing in a public shower stall. Do you not have any other friends?"
"I do. Also, I can see you."
"WHAT?! LOOK AWAY!"
"Just kidding."
"Jerk."
"I'm waiting for a name."
"Bethany."
"..."
"Well? You asked for it."
"Your name's Bethany?"
"Yeah..."
"Pretty name."
"Shut up."
"Okay then. Bye! Talk to you tomorrow!"
"Oh..."
YOU ARE READING
Shower Stalls - A Dialogue Story
Short Story"Rockabye? By Clean Bandit?" "ARGH! What the heck? Who's that?" "I'm not telling." "What are you doing in here?" "This is a public restroom." "I know that! But what's a guy doing in here?"
