12. Maybe my plan isn't working as planned

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    (Still in Axel's POV)
 
    Wait! No! What? 'You brightened my day?' Why did I send that?

      Why am I nervous about it? I've done this many times before. I don't get it.

    Then, I remembered the recording. I decided to keep it, but I...don't want to anymore.

     I opened my phone and looked at the 'delete' button. Should...I?
    I looked back at her gift for me. I took a deep breath, trying to clear my mind from irrational thoughts.

    I'm deleting it. I decided.

  After I deleted it,a message appeared: "You can recover deleted recordings in a course of 30 days, after that they will be permanently deleted."

    That's...good. I looked at Nessenger to see if Den replied, and she did:

    Aw, I'm happy to read that. I'm glad I could make your day better!

    I don't get it! She's too nice! She has to-

     Btw, I LOVE your puppy! What's his/her name? Can i come pet it someday? Lol.

    She replied as I was thinking. It's like every time I try to find bad things about her the Universe tries to prove me wrong. I'm not buying it! Everyone has flaws, and/or has done something they regret. I'm gonna find out.

    Den's POV

   After I sent the message with the puppy, I didn't know if I should wait for a reply or not, so I got out of bed.

     As I was dressing up, my phone buzzed. He sent a message back:

     Wish you could be here to pet her. Her name is Pixie, btw.
   
      When will our next call be?

     'When will our next call be?' Is he really that eager to have a conversation with me? I mean...maybe he needs support...I don't know. Let's send him a message back:

    Why do you ask? Do you want to talk?

  He responded quite fast:

   Well, no. I was just askibgdndndnjp

   I replied: Pffft. Wot? Are you having a stroke? Lol

   Axel's POV

 
   Pixie stepped on my phone. I felt scared for a moment, but then she sent the message with having a stroke.

   I found it so funny that I laughed, and because of that my mom came to check on me.

     Mom: "Did you wake up? Why are you laughing?"

   Me: "W-well..."

   She took my phone and looked at the messages without my permission. I felt embarrassed. I haven't felt embarrassed since kindergarden. Why is it happening now?

  Mom: "Is this Den? Didn't you say she was a weirdo?"

   Me: "Mom! She-"

    Mom: "Did you start liking her now? Is that why you were laughing?" She looked at me with a smug smile on her face.

   Me: "Wha- no! It's not... that Den!"

   Mom: "Really. Then who? Don't lie, you know I don't like it when you lie. Tell me the truth." She spoke with a serious tone.

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