giovanni | vanadis
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"hi, this is i scream—"
"—ice cream delivery, we aim to bring delight to your homes. how can I help you?"
"actually, that's home."
"home... homes... can't see the difference."
she chuckled.
"the another one's plural, duh."
he laughed,
"okay, ms. english teacher."
"ah, the sarcasm. i love it, van."
"okay, van."
"whatever, van."
"we actually have the same name."
"not exactly the same, no. i mean, my name's not giovanni, right? HAHAHA."
"i see you're obsessed with the sarcasm game now, huh?"
"very much. anyway, you have ice cream orders?"
"nah. just called. i was bored."
"what? are you like... in school or something?"
"it's eight in the evening for fuck's sake."
"oh right! i forgot."
he laughed.
"you say that like you don't go to school."
"i don't. too busy paying the bills, so..."
his lips parted.
"shit, i'm sorry. that was an idiot move."
she chirped,
"it's okay! most people don't know i don't go to school. anyway, tell me about yourself, van!"
"what should i tell you?"
"anything! the color of your brief now or the flavor of condom in your wallet—"
"i swear to—"
"just kidding!" she laughed out loud. "anything about you, duh! school, life..."
"tell me about you first."
"like, the color of my panty now? Or the flavor of condom in my purse? well, to tell you, I don't put condoms in my—"
he raised a brow, amused.
"for a girl, you're a bit wild, you know that?"
"that's my middle name."
"i thought it was nosy?"
she laughed loudly.
"well, i've got a long name."
he chuckled.
"i'm glad to meet you then, long-name."
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The I Scream Talk ✓
Short Storyin which a famous football quarterback decided to break up with his girlfriend over the phone. the girl who answered wasn't his girlfriend. • "Hi, this is-" "I want a fucking girlfriend." "..." "..." "Well, as far as I can remember, I'm not an escor...
