Ellie please pick up the phone. I've called three times. The next call will make it four, your lucky number! You have to answer on your lucky number.
The fact that he knew my lucky number, and used it against me.
What an ass.
I don't want to talk to you.
Hey I knew it! Four's a lucky number!
What do you want?
Please talk to me. Why are you so angry?
You lied to me Ryan. I don't deserve that.
For the record, you never specifically asked if I drank at those parties.
You really think that's what this is about? What a scummy thing to say.
What is it about, then?
You could kill people Ryan. Or hurt them.
He already is hurting people, or rather, one person.
Oh. The driving.
Not just the driving. You lead me on. You knew I hate alcohol and let me believe you've never touched it.
I won't drive drunk again, I promise.
And what makes you think your promises are worth anything?
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He Is, He Isn't
RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
