This is going to be a cliche typical story but I felt like writing one so deal with it. Also, it's going to be a short description. This is going to be a weird story don't judge me.
"Hello?"
"Are you that hot girl I met at that party yesterday nigh...
"No your not because I called you Sexy Cinnamon and you didn't react."
"I'm tired and I'm frustrated. I have this stupid three-page essay that's due at midnight and I haven't even started."
"How long have you been trying to do the essay?"
"About two hours and I'm blank as white printer paper."
"You should take a break."
"No way then for sure I won't be able to start it."
"Chloe come on you need a break. It will help clear your mind so you can think better. Instead of staring at your computer with nothing in mind."
"I don't know Matthew."
"Please Sexy Cinnamon. Just take a break and we can talk and after we are done talking then you can get back to your essay."
"Fine. So what do you want to talk about?"
"I want to get to know you. All I know is that your name is Chloe Ryan. You are 21 and you go to college. You love cinnamon. You love the name, Sexy Cinnamon. And you have a sexy friend."
"Was that a laugh I heard?"
"Maybe."
"There we go. It's better when you are laughing and happy."
"Yeah."
"Wanna hear what I know about you?"
"Yeah."
"Your name is Matthew Wesley. You're annoying. You are allergic to cinnamon and for some reason, you like to call me Sexy Cinnamon."
"Oh, and you think everything is sexy."
"Why are you laughing?"
"I don't know."
"You're so weird."
"Are you smiling right now?"
"No."
"Lies."
"So you said you want to get to know me. Let's play 16 questions."
"You know it's 21 questions right?"
"That's not how I play it."
"Stop laughing."
"Okay. Okay. Sorry, let's play."
"I'll go first."
"Ask away Sexy Cinnamon."
"How old are you?"
"21. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Trenton, New Jersey. What about you?"
"I'm from Des Moines, Iowa. What's your favorite color?"
"I would have to say either Mint or seafoam."
"I was expecting you to say a very simple color like green instead of getting technical with these different shades of green. Now I gotta go look them up because I don't know what the hell seafoam looks like."
"Your laughing again. Score."
"Oh shut up."
"Anyway, what do you like to do?"
"I like to party, look at my sexy body, and call Sexy Cinnamon everyday. What about you?"
"First off your not sexy and second, I like to draw, hang out with friends, and eat a lot of cinnamon."
"First off yes I am and second cinnamon is disgusting."
"You just jealous because I prefer cinnamon over you."
"Puh-lease. Like I will ever be jealous of something that can kill me in minutes."
"Okay. If you say so."
"I know so."
"That made no sense but you do you."
"Next question what do you look like?"
"I look sexy."
"I need details."
"OH MY GOD."
"What are you okay?"
"I KNOW WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT FOR MY ESSAY."
"See I told you I can help."
"Yeah thanks by the way."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"What about my question?"
"We will finish another time."
"Okay."
"Thanks you so much. I can't explain how much this means to you I love you."
So Sexy Cinnamon loves me? Alright Matthew Westly has scored.
Wait why did I say I love him? Oh my god so embarrassing. I know he's gonna talk about that the next time he calls me.
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Alright you Sexy Cinnamons it's the end of the chapter. Hope you enjoyed. Also from my new schedule you will get Wrong Number 3 times a week. How awesome is that?
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