"..."
"15 FUCKING VOICEMAILS LATER."
"..."
"FOR DUCK'S SAKE."
"..."
"ARE YOU DEAD OR SOMETHING. DID BOX ANSWER THE PHONE?!"
"..."
"...Blair?"
"..."
"Darling?"
"..."
"My phone bestie?"
"..."
"BLAIRENSTEIN?"
"..."
"The one I love?"
"Seriously?"
"HAHA. I KNEW IT."
"...shut up you fucking son of a biscuit."
"Aaaaaand she's back."
"You seriously like me?"
"No."
"...oh-"
"I love you."
"For the love of ducks. We've met, what, 2 times in real life?"
"Blair?"
"Mhm?"
"We've met before that."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We used to be friends in 2nd grade. I moved."
"THAT WAS YOU?!"
"Yep."
"YOU WERE FIRE HEAD?"
"..."
"BRO I REMEMBER YOU NOW."
"I figured."
"HOLY CRAP. Remember that time I poured water on your head?"
"...unfortunately."
"Or the time I shoved the crayon up your nose?"
"Stop."
"HAHAHAHA WHAT ABOUT THE TIME I PUT THE CLASS FISH IN YOUR WATER?"
"I'm hanging up."
"OR-"
"NOPE. I'M DONE."
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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*
