Our Numbered Days ∥ fillie

almost caught.

chapter twenty-three.

"hello?"

"twenty questions, ready?"

"what? i get no hi or anything?"

"do you know who you're talking to, finnie?"

"true. anyways, why do you wanna play twenty questions?"

"because i need further information on obligations to stalk you."

"wow."

"don't be so flustered, finnie. it's necessary for all clientele."

"i doubt that but then again, there's no use in arguing with you, right?"

"nope, so you ready?"

"..i-i don't know, can i have like a list of what the questions will─

"rules! of course! the rules are pretty simple, so if you screw anything up finnie, you're officially a moron."

"..i hate you."

"ignoring that little lie you just threw at me. anyways, i'll say two options for you to choose from and you just pick which one you like best, okay?"

"yeah, sounds good."

"long or short hair?"

"hm, short hair. my ex had long hair but she always wanted to cut it short because she knew i love short hair on a girl. i don't know what it is but it's just different, you know?"

"your picky side is showing finnie. nonetheless it was a good choice, since your audience has short hair."

"really? how short?"

"doesn't go past my shoulders. it's up to my ears to be exact, well it's somewhere around there. i don't have exact measurements here."

"wow."

"what?"

"you don't strike me as someone with short hair. i always pictured you with long hair."

"..is that a bad thing?"

"no! it's not a bad thing, not at all! it's just weird i guess, with me preferring short hair on a girl and here you are with short hair, you know?"

"yeah, i wasn't expecting you to be into somewhat pixie cuts either."

"don't get me wrong i loved iris' long hair, and maybe that's why she never got around to cutting it. i always stopped her, i didn't want her to change her appearance for me."

"who?"

"iris? she's my uh.. my ex-girlfriend."

"oh, right."

"i miss her... i miss her so much."

"yeah well listen, i have to uh.. go."

"what? but it's only nine-thirty."

"yeah uh, that's my curfew for most days. early to bed then you'll get up early to rise, right?"

"but we didn't even get to finish our game."

"we can play another time."

"well okay. i'll talk to you tomorrow, then?"

"sure thing, finnie."

"you're so weird. but i guess you wouldn't be my best friend if you weren't so i guess it all adds up in the end."

"yeah.. and i guess that's all i'll ever be to you."

"what'd you say, mills?"

"shit uh, nothing! goodnight, finnie."

"uh yeah, goodnight mills."