Beep beep
03:15 a.m.
Unknown number
Heys bbe i'm so sryy for wath i said eralier i wnta u back
Um... i don't know who you are but it's three a.m. and you obviously don't know how to use a phone...
Babe its em Martinj
Martjin*
Martijn*
I don't know any Martinjs, Martijns or Martijns.. sorry.
Loook, i knwo u r mad, i'll expalaiN
Look... dude... you've got the wrong number. I'm not your girlfriend or whoever you're trying to reach. Just let me sleep.
Wait, thsi isn't Becca?
Obviously, douchebag.
U r shitting me..
seen
No neeed to be rued
You mean rude?
smartass
I'm soryr foor wakNg u up
wakign*
waking*
fucikng hell
What did you do, dude?
I thikn i lots my girlfreind
How?
It's not importnat. Go to sleePp
I can't go back to sleep anyways, so...
Dude, you're wasted as fuck
Are you okay?
Hey
Dude
Shit
I dropepd my pOhne
Dropped my phone*
Is it cracked?
I don't fukcing kjnow
Dude, you're looking at the screen right now..
It's okay.. i'll buy a nwe one
i've got so mcuh moneyyy
i'm rich
so much
Oh, great. Just great. I get woken up at three am and it's by some rich douchebag who can't keep a girl... nor a conversation
no neEEd to eb rude
hey
sorry
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Amsterdam.
FanfictionA collection of short fanfiction stories about the Dutch DJ Martin Garrix.