Our Numbered Days ∥ fillie

rosie.

chapter fifteen.

"it's about time you called, finnie."

"you actually took the time to look at the number calling?"

"yup, haven't heard from you at all today so i was getting impatient."

"wow, someone has a sad life."

"offended!"

"i'm just messing with you."

"so, how may teen helpline assist you today? please tell me anything that may be bothering you so that i can try and make you a healthier and livelier teen."

"..really, mills?"

"what? my boss was walking behind me, i gotta sound like i'm doing my job."

"okay... is the coast─

"okay he went back to his office! so, how's the drawing going?"

"uh, i'm not drawing anything."

"yes you are? you told me a few phone calls ago, remember?"

"nope, don't ever recall telling you that."

"well, you did."

"i said i was painting. i don't draw."

"oh well excuse me, pablo."

"get it right next time."

"meanie."

"not true."

"and i have no friends, huh? yeah okay, like your social life is any better."

"i have friends!"

"mhm, and their names are?"

"...rosie the labrador."

"my case is rested."