~5 Years Later~
"Heyyyyyyy B."
"I can't believe you still call me that."
"It's cute."
"You know what else I can't believe?"
"What?"
"That we're in the same apartment. And you're calling me."
"It's called talking in style."
"Right."
"Hey B?"
"Yeah?"
"Would you want to start a new chapter with me?"
"What?"
"I think the question is pretty self-explanatory."
"No. IT'S NOT."
"I mean, would you want to grow old with me? And have little babies, and grandkids? Well, if our kids don't end up alone with thirty cats."
"...are you proposing to me over the phone?"
"No I'm asking you to open the garage."
"...we don't have a garage."
"Then I think you just answered your own question."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"...can Box be the best man?"
"So is that a yes?"
"ONLY IF MY DOG IS THE BEST-"
"OKAY, OKAY. I get it. He can be the best man."
"Oh okay! Then yes."
"...can Rose be the flower dog?"
"What? No. Coby's daughter will be the flower girl. Rose can be my maid of honor."
"Blair?"
"Mhm?"
"You know I love you, right?"
"Love you too, my little redhead."
"Shut up. I'm taller."
"We're the same height."
"I will take back that ring I swear."
"No you wouldn't."
"...you're right I wouldn't. I love you too much."
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Aaaand it's over. Well, that was lovely. Glad I was able to actually finish this :)
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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*
