Blair-normal
Bolt-bold
Kyle-underlined
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"What? Who is this?"
"Oh shit. You're not Grey."
"No. I'm not. My name is Bolt."
"Bolt."
"Yes. Full name Bolton."
"HAHAHAHA THAT IS SO STUPID."
"You're stupid."
"Why thank you."
"You're welcome. OW GOD DAMMIT K. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?"
"Bro, you're not British. Don't say shit like that."
"Fine. OW GOD DAMMIT K. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL WAS THAT?"
"Better."
"Is that your girlfriend?"
"HAHA HE WISHES. I'm to cool for him."
"I already like you."
"Me too, random stranger."
"I will never get woman. Especially when they are moody. Like, how much ice cream can- OW DAMMIT. STOP PUNCHING MY ARM."
"Stop being a dipshit."
"You guys are cute."
"Shut up, random stranger."
"I'm being serious. What are you doing right now?"
"She's sick right now, I'm sitting on her chair so she doesn't hurl on me. But SOMEHOW she can still PUNCH ME."
"Oh please. You'd be lucky to get hurled on by me. I'm a legend. I'm in the hall of fame."
"Hall of fame for fucking idiots."
"UM, EXCUSE ME? SHE IS NOT AN IDIOT."
"Why thank you."
"You're welcome."
"And I'm not an idiot, you piece of shit. Who thought of the poison mix to dry on money, then give to the damn drug dealers? I DID."
"Wait, I've been on the phone with a druggie."
"I'm offended."
"So you aren't?"
"I never said that."
"Oh my god."
"Uh, well, anyways. What are you doing right now, random stranger?"
"My dad's in the hospital. He has a kidney stone."
"HA!"
"K, shut up."
"Your name is K?"
"No. It's my nickname."
"What is your real name?"
"That is for me to know, and for you to never find out."
"Oh joy."
"She won't even tell me. I'm her BFF."
"HAHAHAHA. You are not my best friend."
"Who helped you persuade my uncle to hand over your damn gang? I DID."
"No. You didn't. You stood behind me."
"WAIT? YOU'RE IN A GANG?"
"Most feared gang in the country."
"Oh my god. Holy shit."
"Don't get your panties in a twist. Just chill."
"Yeah, the gang is actually just a bunch of sweethearts, aren't you?"
"Shut up."
"Wait, so you won't hunt me down and kill me?"
"I AM OFFENDED. We aren't killers. And here I was beginning to think we could be friends, random stranger."
"My name is Blair."
"HAHAHAHA THAT IS SO STUPID."
"Shut up."
"I like that name."
"Thank you, K."
"You're very welcome, Blair."
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Okay, so Kyle and Bolt are from my other story "Outside In".
Their conversation with Blair will be posted on that story as well :)
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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*