Dab-ulous: it's just that i'm feeling kinda down and you always cheer me up
Dab-ulous: and i can't sleep again
Dab-ulous: i'm sorry
Dab-ulous: you're probably sleeping
Dab-ulous: well it is 3:26
Dab-ulous: sweet dreams
Brownieee: Well now I'm up
Brownieee:
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Brownieee: is this ok? sorry my hair is a mess
Dab-ulous: it's perfect
Dab-ulous: thank you
Brownieee: no need to thank me
Brownieee: what's wrong?
Dab-ulous: i don't wanna annoy you
Dab-ulous: you should sleep
Dab-ulous: you have work tomorrow
Brownieee: i don't care
Brownieee: that's what friends are here for
Brownieee: besides i'd gladly fall asleep at work when i know you're okay
Dab-ulous: stop, you're making me cry
Brownieee: sorry that wasn't my intention
Dab-ulous: i know
Brownieee: talk to me bammie
Dab-ulous: i'll probably be alright by tomorrow
Dab-ulous: go to sleep
Brownieee: that's it i'm calling you
Dab-ulous: no
Dab-ulous: I don't want you to hear me all hoarse and crybaby-ish
Brownieee: it doesn't matter to me
Dab-ulous: okay
Dab-ulous: if you say so
calling Bammie~
It didn't even have to ring once.
"Hey" Bambam whispered. Hearing him so sad nearly broke my heart.
"Hey bammie", I replied softly. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"
I heard shuffling and supposed he was trying to find a comfortable position.
"First of all I'm sorry for bothering you"
"It's perfectly fine"
He let out a forced laugh. It didn't sound genuine at all.
"No seriously, I'm sorry. All you think of me is a stupid fuckboy and now you actually have to talk to me at this ungodly hour. Sometimes I actually think you'd be happier if I just didn't text you and I even tried once because I thought you'd finally have some peace but I couldn't do it. I really like texting you and I know I'm just an annoyan-"
I didn't want to hear him talking so low about himself any longer.
„Now you listen to me, Bambam."
On the other end of the line I could hear him inhale sharply and I cursed myself. I probably sounded rude but that wasn't my intention, far from it.
„You're not a stupid fuckboy. I admit I thought you were one at the beginning because let's face it, you're jokes and innuendos were pretty lame. But over the weeks of texting I found myself growing fond of you. I really enjoy talking to you and please never say anything about you being an annoyance ever again. I'm the only one who's allowed to tell you that", I finished my small speech in a mocking tone and hoped he understood that I was only joking.
The laughter that came bubbling out of him made me grin too. He really had a nice laugh.
We continued to talk together for half an hour before we decided to sleep again. More like he forced me to hang up because he wouldn't want me to be tired at work, well more tired than I'm going to be anyway.
After our phone call ended I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
