12:30 am
Livi
Livi doesn't know who called him last night, but damn. He was drunk and desperate. I mean, look. Even if I want to go after him because he thinks I'm this Spencer guy, I can't. Nobody's home and I'm left here to guard the house. Besides, he called me at dinner time! And I haven't even made my own freaking dinner. He thought to himself.
And that would only make him look stupid if he went there. What, an unknown guy who was supposedly named Spencer shows up on his house with nothing but a shirt and blue batman pyjamas and slippers and say "Hey, you called me and I'm not the Spencer guy you were looking for, and I don't have what you need, unfortunately. Sorry," and leave just like that? Nah.
And he didn't text Livi his address, so how is he going to do that?
Livi's mind is in a lot of work tonight. Well, since last night and he needed it to rest, so he closed the book he was reading, not before marking the page with his cute little kitty bookmark, of course, and rested it on the other side of his bed. He sighed deeply and pulled the string of the lampshade and decided to sink in further on his bed, switching positions over and over again until he find the right comfortable position and closes his eyes....
When, of course, he received a call.
*Unknown number calling*
Same number from last night? Eh.. What does he want this time?
*answers phone call*
"Hello?"
"It's you."
"Yeah....
Listen. About last night..."
"......."
"Uh, you still there?"
"Listening."
"Okay. About last night. I'm so sorry. I-I didn't know that I dialled the wrong number-"
"Yeah, I figured that already."
"-and I was already pissed off of my friend because
he took something from me and I needed it.
I'm really sorry, man. So much.
This is embarrasing..."
"No, no. It's okay. That's all right.
I mean, I kinda already knew that you dialled
the wrong number, and you were fuming,
I think, so I went on and played the role
of your friend. I can tell that you' were drunk too."
"I-I wasn't drunk!"
YOU ARE READING
Call!
Teen Fiction"So, we've been talking for days, and I only know little about you-" "You wanna know me more?" "Oh, shut it. You know more about me. It's unfair. I only know you're a guy too, because of your voice, and that you really don't like color red. Come on...
