"Hello..."
"Hello shit head."
"I don't appreciate the crude language."
"Well too bad, because it's a habit that I don't intend to stop."
"Of course it is..."
"So what did you want? Or shall I just hang up on you and watch Netflix, pretending that I'm asleep when you keep calling me, yearning to here my voice?"
"You are an asshole."
"My goal in life."
"So... I was wondering what your name was."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to keep calling you an asshole. Even though that's what you are. "
"Awww"
"Oh shut it."
"Fuck off."
"So what's your name?"
"Why me first?!?"
"Because I asked first dummy."
"Fine..."
"It's Darla."
"Really?!"
"No. Like I would tell you my name."
"Oh... for fuck's sake. Okay, if I tell you my name, will you oh so gladly tell me yours?"
"Oh yes. Gladly."
"My name's.... Luke."
"Luke?! As in 'Luke I am your father' Luke?"
"Yes as in that kind of Luke! So now you tell me yours."
"..."
"It's Marigold."
"So... your mom's obsessed with flowers?"
"Yeah... At least I'm not named something ridiculous like Hydrangea."
"I guess. But it would be hilarious!"
"Fuck you."
YOU ARE READING
Marigold
Short Story"Go to sleep!! i am an honors student who needs sLEEP" "I am a troubled youngster who needs GUIDANCE"
