"You son of a bitch."
"What did I do?!"
"2 am?! Seriously! I slept for a good half hour. Because once I'm up, I won't go back to sleep. Therefore, I will be a grumpy mess. And to top it all off, my Grandma just died. DAMMIT WORLD. WHY."
"WOAH WOAH CHILL. DEAP BREATHS BLAIR."
"..."
"Okay. So I didn't mean to keep you up. I didn't know. I'm just very lonely. My parents don't really acknowledge my existence, so I spend a lot of time in a quiet house. Laying in the dark because my brain is hard wired not to sleep."
"..."
"Damn my throat is crying in agony. I need water."
"..."
"Are you snoring?"
"..."
"..."
"hahaha..."
"I can hear you laughing, smart ass."
"Dang it."
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Dog Pound
Short StoryIn which a girl calls a dog pound and a boy needs a friend. *SEQUEL TO WRONG NUMBER* *written through calls* *contains swearing*
