Wrong Number

I got the part

Young with too much cash, watch how I came up fast, they say I'm next to get it, they bring your name up last. And while I made it splash, rappers came and passed. But still I asked myself, how long does famous last?

I heard the lyrics to Almost Famous by G-Eazy go off on the other side of the room. I groaned and looked around for the source. Dillon's phone was vibrating. I sighed and rolled over Dillon to grab his phone, since it didn't appear that he was going to wake up anytime soon.  

"Hey."

"This isn't Dillon.."

"No. No it's not."

"Who are you?"

"A friend."

"Not a friend I know about."

"Who says you know all of his friends?"

"Seeing as I'm his best friend and we're together like 95% of the time, I do."

All the color drained from my face. How could I not have recognized his voice. 

"Taylor?"

"Yeah, that'd be me. Now who are you?" 

"Like I said. A friend. I'll get Dillon for you." I pulled the phone away from my ear and shook Dillon. I
didn't get a reaction. 

"Dillon. Dillon. DILLON." Still nothing. I did the only thing I could think of, I jumped on him. 

"Ooof, ow. What the hell Sca-" I cut him off before he could finish saying my name. 

"Taylor is on the phone." I thrusted his phone at him. He took it and glared at me. 

"Yo."

"The girl who answered the phone? That's.." He trailed off as I mentioned for him not to mention my name. 

"A friend. I just met her yesterday." 

"Taylor she's not some psycho killer. Or a crazy fan. Chill."

"We met at the airport and we sat next to each other on the plane. When we landed I took her to meet Cam and them. They like her."

"I don't know. Whenever she's free next I guess."

"Okay. But why did you call?"

"I texted you last night and told you I wouldn't be home."

"Ugh whatever. I'll be home around one." 

Listening to just one side of a conversation is usually frustrating, but I was able to get the gist of what Taylor was saying by Dillon's responses. Dillon looked at me when he hung up the phone. 

"Breakfast?"

"That'd be great. Let me get changed. You probably should too." 

"You're lucky I washed all my clothes before I packed them away." I just smiled and skipped off to the bathroom. 

I decided on a high waisted pair of acid washed skinny jeans with rips in them, with a loose navy blue crop top. I put on a pair of black vans and tied Dillon's sweater around my waist. I put on my black choker and a birds nest necklace.

I decided to keep my make up light and natrual. I put on some cover up, nude eyeshodow and some eyeliner. I kept my brown hair straight.

When I walked into the living room Dillon was sitting on the couch, asleep. I walked over to him and sat down on his lap. I leaned in real close, right next to his ear, and screamed as loud as I could.

"DILLON."

That caused him to wake up. He jumped up, causing me to land on the floor. He put his hand over his heart and looked around frantically, causing me to laugh. Once he finally calmed down and noticed me on the floor, he glared at me.