"Jackieeee! I NAMED YOU OMG ANYWAY I CAN'T. THIS BOOK IS MESSING WITH ME IGAHFSCAHALPhfh THEY JUST OH GOSH AND THEN OUT OF THE BLUE THEY JUST POOOF--"
"I'm not listening."
"But you are!"
"You can't tell me what to fcking do."
"Geez. I'm not, I'm just stating the obvious here duh."
"Oh wait! Don't don't don't hang up."
"Give me a fcking good reason."
"Just uh could you pretty pretty please with sugar on top don't hang up? I mean okay since you think I'm weird there's no going back to not being weird right so here I am needing a very very good--you should thank me, I just complimented you--outlet because feels are so asfdghjkl now---"
"Could you pretty, pretty please with sugar on top...shut the fck up?"
"OH MY GOSH!"
end call.
Zoey stared at her phone and burst out laughing so hard she almost fell from her bed and almost dropped her phone. "That jerk," she laughs again, recalling what "Jackass" just said--could you pretty, pretty please--and imagining how painful it is for him to say and also admit saying those words later. Then, she laughs, almost out of breath.
Her sister peered from the door and looked at her weirdly. "I know you're crazy," Zoey's sister said. "But please don't go intensely crazy."
By this, Zoey stood and gazed at her, pointing at her sister's face, and laughs again.
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wrong number
HumorZoey was about to check her book transaction on this certain online bookstore website when she dialed the wrong number and wrong person at the same time. { short story - epistolary - written in english }
