*Texting Mich*
Mich? Hello. R u alright?
If something is wrong you know u can always talk to me.
I'm here,
No matter what you say about me to me.
No matter how rude u r
and painful it is to look back on your past messages.
I'm here, mich.
Even tho it's been two weeks since you've even looked at the messages I sent.
I really hope I didn't destroy our friendship.
I didn't mean to do whatever it was that I did.
I'm a strong girl, just tell me straight to my face.
Well, not exactly face, cuz well, u can't.
But here.
Tell me here.
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...
...
...
Ok, I get it.
U don't anna talk.
Wanna
But if u ever change ur mind.
I'm only one text away.
(U get it? Like one call away by Charlie puth?)
I'm sorry.
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Calls From The Toilet [DISCONTINUED]
Short StoryIn which a girl gets dared to call a random number and that person on the other line happens to be a constipated boy. (Told through texts and messages with the occasional [kinda] actual chapters) [Start: June 23, 2017] [End: N/A]