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dan stared at his computer screen, boredly scrolling through tumblr and twitter, searching for something to occupy him. he stared at the raw skin on his fingers, biting more of the dead parts off. his phone buzzed suddenly. he rolled his eyes, not knowing that a random number had just texted him. he picked up his phone, looking at the text from the unknown.
xxxxx: please stop.
dan furrowed his brows.
dan: what?
xxxxx: i don't wanna do this right now.
dan: i think you have the wrong number?
xxxxx: shit. i'm sorry.
dan: no, don't be sorry.
worry began to sear through his veins.
dan: what's the matter?
xxxxx: no, i don't want to drag you into this.
dan: into what?
xxxxx: fuck
dan: please talk to me
xxxxx: you don't even know me. you don't even know what's going on.
dan: alright, what's going on?
xxxxx: no, i'm not telling you.
dan: okay, okay. at least tell me your name.
xxxxx: you first.
dan: okay, stranger.
dan smiled softly, but was slightly anxious, he didn't know if it was wise to give a stranger his number, so he made a fake one, after all, they'd never really meet.
dan: i'm nick greenfeld.
dan: what's your name?
xxxxx: bram
xxxxx: spier.
dan bit his bottom lip.
dan: well, hello there, bram spier. welcome to your new friendship.
