Are you okay?
Not really.
Can I make you okay?
I don't think so.
Can you at least tell me what's going through your mind?
Fine. I'm thinking that I can't believe I let you figure out. Talking about that article, I was a fool. I became so comfortable with you, and I let my guard down. I want to know who you are, Story. I want to know your story.
Okay. That's understandable. Let's see, where should we start, name?
No!
Okay? Well how about age? Career?
No! I want to do this in person.
Okay, how? Why now?
Call me.
A/N: Hey everyone! I don't really have anything to say, so umm I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Thank you for reading!
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Coming Out Hotline
Short Story"Call me Story, because I'm your story." "You're definitely going to need a lot of work, and I'm here to be your reporter." "I think I'll enjoy that." "Bye Story." In which two boys 'coming out' call a hotline. Cover made by: @meiflowerr
