Coming Out Hotline

|call five|

"Hello this is 'Coming Out' Hotline where we make co-"

"Cut it out! Here. Here! Bye!"

"Ugh. You again?"

"Ace, stop!"

"No. You didn't give me your number so I was forced to call this damned hotline again!"

"I'll leave you two alone. You seem to have some problems to...umm...work out."

"Give me your number."

"No. I-I-can't."

"Why not?"

"I-I was thinking about what you said about feeling safe on here, and I realized it was true. The reason we don't know each other's names. The reason I didn't give you my phone number. I am sorry, Ace. I really am."

"Story! It's okay. I get it. But please, nothing will change. I thought about it long and hard. I still don't want to meet you because, yes, it does feel safe. I like that feeling. I want to feel it more often, but the only time I feel it is when I'm talking to you. And I need to talk to you!"

"Fine. But only to save this operator chic!"

"Stop laughing! It's not that funny!"

"No, it isn't. But you are."

"That's one of those cheesy lines! Stop it!"

"Fine. Fine. Fine. I'll stop!"

"Thank you. Now give me your number!"

"Okay. It's (•••)-•••-••••"

"Wrote it down. Sorry I have to cut you off but there's a big article I have to write. I'll call you, okay?"

"Okay."

"...."

"Wait! Call me when?"

"...."

"Damn it, Ace!"

A/N: Again thank you for all the reads everyone, even if it isn't actually that much, it means a lot to me! After this is published, I will officially enter the Watty's, I'm so excited! Anyways I can't wait to post the next chapter....it's going to be big!