*Calling mich*
"Hello, it's Michael. If I can't answer, it's probably because I'm really busy and or I just don't want to talk to you. Anyways, just leave a message at the beep."
Beep
"Hello? So umm, yeah...its Loretta. I'm back...once again, and I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I know I've probably said this too many times to count over the past many messages, but I mean it. And apparently you don't believe me. Just explain what made you hate me. Explain what made you ignore me as though I'm nothing more than scum. Please, just help me understand. If you don't call or text me within the next few days, I'll have to keep bothering you. And if you still don't answer, well...I'll have to think of something."
YOU ARE READING
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]
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