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Wattpad Crisis

Agnetha had a strange start to her day. Everything strange began and ended with Björn. She let out a deep sigh and walked into the living room.

"Signe, how are you back so early?" Linda was shocked to see her daughter was only gone for hour and a half.

"That is because your father didn't take her to school. He took her to breakfast. Did you order something?" She held up the box in her hand. Linda shook her head.

Agnetha took a seat beside her daughter and began to open the box. It wasn't light in weight, but she doesn't remember ever ordering anything.

"An iPad?" Linda asked.

"This has to be a mistake."

"No, it says your name." She opened the iPad box, to see that it was already set up to be used. "There's a letter."

Agnetha,

Consider reading once again. I'm sure you'll enjoy them as much as I did. Something about them makes me feel at ease and I feel that you'd find them interesting, too.

Björn

"He's never going to give these stories a break."

Agnetha put the letter aside and saw the iPad. She was terrible with technology, unlike Björn. She had no care for any of it as long as it did the calling part.

"How do you–" she was clearly struggling to work her way through to exit the applications she opened by accident.

"Well there isn't much here," Linda explained. "One application." She opened it and found it was already logged into an empty fan account.

"You know, I don't know what's with him lately. First he doesn't shut up about these stories, second he comes here today, then suddenly shows up with Signe to the same café I'm at, and this—"

"Wait, he went to the restaurant?"

"Yes! How did he know I was there? Did he follow me on purpose or what?"

"Don't hate me. I told him," Linda winced, knowing it was her fault.

"What? Why?!"

"He asked! He wanted to know who you were seeing and–"

"It isn't his business," she sighed. She left the iPad on the table and went into her bedroom.

Two hours later, she paced around staring at the mirror, checking out the outfit she wore: a white top with tan jeans. She felt good about herself today, but seeing Björn felt so odd for her.

She knew she had to talk to him about it. He's trying to say something, but Agnetha had no clue of what.

She dialed his number, which she knew by memory, but hesitated. Her finger hovered over the green button, afraid to face him.

She hit it and listened to it ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi."

"Hi," he smiled. Björn was anxious but he hid it all. He was curious to see where this would go.

"Uh, you sent something."

"I did. Have you read?"

"No, I don't want to."

"You should."

"Why are you doing this, Björn?" She asked as she walked around the room. She was nervous and he understood it through the phone. He wished he could see her in the moment. It was one thing he didn't like about phone calls. He'd rather to chat face to face.