wednesday 11:55 pm
"hi," i say, a deep smile on my face.
the phone is on speaker in front of me as i wait for him to respond.
"hey."
god, his voice is so hot. like legitimately hot.
"um.. what are you doing?"
he thinks, "talking to you. how 'bout you?"
i shrug, even though he can't see me, "just sitting."
there's a few minutes of silence between us.
"so... do you text random people often?" i rock back and forth.
he chuckles, "no. you're my first."
i blush even though it's a stupid thing to blush about, "aw. i feel honored."
he smacks his lips, "so, what do you wanna talk about?"
"i don't know. them politics are wack," i suggest.
"no," he laughs, "we are not talking about donald trump."
"fine, then. how about... the fact that it's 12 am, i have school in 7 hours, and i'm up talking to a stranger."
"i thought we were friends," he says with a slight whine, which makes me feel a little bad.
"well, we are, but like you said, i barely know you."
"then get to know me," i hear the grin on his face.
"okay. what do you wanna be when you grow up."
he chuckles, "i am grown up."
i groan, "you know what i mean."
he waits, "i've never really thought about it."
"hm. nice."
"what about you?"
i shrug, "i don't know, yet."
"hm. interesting," he responds.
i go to say something else, but someone on his line cuts me off.
"... go to bed."
it was like a whisper slash moan, which scared me because it could be a girl in his bed.
is he a player?
he groans, "gotta go."
"oh," i say, a little taken back, "okay."
"bye.
"b-" is all i say before the call cuts.

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text me back | g.d.
Romancein which a guy wants to get back with his ex, but instead, he accidentally texts the wrong number.