"Yo where are you, man? I can't see you anywhere."
"Wha-"
"And why does your voice sound so high? Yeah, I don't wanna know, just hurry up. Pleeeaaase. I've got a bucket of paint balls in my hand and they are heavy."
"Dude, I think you've got the wro...
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5:59 a.m
Riley sat up, not wanting to get out of the warmth of her bed. School started at 8 anyway, she had plenty of time. She got her book, Throne of glass, from under her pillow and turned the lamp on her bedside table on, flooding the dark room with light. She read for a while and then finally got up. Her phone vibrated beside her and she looked at it, groaning. It's either her dad, who most likely just wanted something from her or it was Cole.
Cole.
She told him a part of her that nobody knows, a part of her that is so deeply buried inside of her. Why did she tell him anyway? She doesn't even know this guy who mistakenly called her and he just kept coming back, didn't he?
It was stupid, she knew, not to talk to someone because she told them a secret. But she's the one who pushed people away when they got too close. She already found it hard to open up to people and here she was, telling this stranger about something she hadn't even told her dad.
She had to admit though, the fact that she told a stranger a secret didn't scare her as much as the fact that she felt comfortable with this guy that she didn't even know.
It was probably because she couldn't see his face. Yeah...
Where should we run to? We got the world in our hands and we're ready to play.
Cole
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"Why are you acting like this? I know that we don't know each other but I thought wecouldbecome friends."
"Yeah, I'm sorry. I was in a bad mood."
"It's OK."
"OK."
"I'm... I'm sorry for unloading that on you."
"Youcantalktomeaboutanythingyouwantto. I can be your phone therapist."
Riley snorted. "Phone therapist? Really?"
"Yep. Hey, if we don't know each other, we might as well get to know each other, right?"
"Unless you don't want to of course, then I'm sorry."
"You say 'I'm sorry' too much."
"Just being polite."
"Ok, then."
"Ok, what?"
"That's not very polite."
"Sorry."
"You said sorry again. Who is actually that polite?"
"WhatcanIsay? I'mtheperfectgentleman. Justcallmeyourphonebuddyin a shining... T-shirt."
"Yeah... sure."
"I meant OK, let's get to know more about each other."
"Um... Where are you from?"
"I was born here. So was my dad. My mum was Spanish. How about you?"
"My parents are both from here and so am I. But my grandma had a bit of Spanish blood so I might have a tiny bit."
