07:35 pm
Livi
*Unknown number calling*
"Spencer-"
"Hi, yes. This is Livi Spen-"
"Where the fuck are you?"
"Woah! Chill, man. Who is this?"
"Spencer, I need my stuff. Now!"
"Wh-what stuff? What the heck are you on about?"
"I need my stuff."
"Wha- who the heck are you?"
"Drop the act! I know you like playing dumb,
but I am so not buying it today.
You're supposed to help me here!"
"I-I dont u-understand-"
"Fuck you, Spencer. Give me back my stuff.
Be here in thirty minutes or I will kill you."
"What? Meet you? Where?
"At my house, you fucktard!"
"Where's your house exactly?"
"Dammit, Spencer. I'll text you the address. Be here in thirty, please. Okay?
"Uh, what stuff am I going to give you, by the-"
"Gosh, bye."
*end*
"Uh... bye??"
Oh, wow, thought Livi. "That dude just threatened me. And what kind of stuff is he talking about?" He said out loud, stomping his feet as he walks downstairs. This was silly, he was talking to himself. "But dude, I know it's silly, but he threatened me!" He hissed as he walked towards the fridge in his kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. He drinks it as he put his right hand on his hips, like a stressed mother in every movie scenes. "It can't be drugs, he sounded like he's under nineteen years old. Or... is it- no." He gasped, placing the glass on the counter. "He's not a murderer, right?" He shook his head and sighed. "Why am I even thinking about it. It's obvious that the guy was drunk and there's a distant music playing on the background. He was slurring his words. I'm such a dork." He chuckled to himself, but stopped when he remembered that the man on the other line just threatened him. He felt nervous, he grasped his hands and calmed himself, massaging his right palm with his left hand and breathing slowly.
"Okay. I'm calm now," he said. Not calm enough, his thought followed.
"I'll deal with this in the morning. I'm gonna cook my dinner and eat like I didn't received a threat from an unknown dude somewhere in this freaking place," His eyes scanned the room, searching for open doors or windows. None was open. Good.
Alright. Time to cook. He thought to himself. I'm starving.
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[a/n]
Welp, I tried. Hahahahaha. Forgive me. I'm new to writing (well, publishing my works. Almost all my works are on drafts, except FC and I haven't updated it yet. Nice, very wow) and please try to enjoy this.. whatever this is. Hahahaha
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