A Phone Swap

chapter 7

|Jack|

I looked at Keith then back at the phone in my hand and he did the same. Moments go by of just Keith and I looking at each other and blinking.

"That's not your phone," Keith said breaking the silence.

"No shit, Sherlock," I said running a hand through my hair.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He asked.

"I don't know. Do you know anyone who has a tea fetish?" I asked him.

"Well no but do you think you might have switched phones with the said owner of the tea fetish," He said pointing at the phone.

"Is that even possible?" I asked one of my eyebrows perking up.

"Nothing is impossible, Bro," He said.

"Except for you and Green Ribbon," I smirked.

"How dare you!" Keith screeched into my ear.

"Are you trying to break my ears with your oh so angelic voice?" I said covering my ears from the torture.

"Yes," He huffed and grumbled things to himself while glaring daggers at me.

I swiped at the screen and a picture of an orchid appeared then a keyboard came up. Stupid long ass passwords. It could be any length, number, and letter. It was a good thing Keith and I were good with passwords.

"It's an infinite choice in passwords," I said showing him the screen.

"Time to brain storm!" He said grinning as he took the phone.

"Wait should we do this? Isn't this an invasion of privacy?" Keith said looking at me and I look at him for a moment before my face broke into smug grin.

"Nahhh," We both said in unison.

"Try kiwimakekiwicakesinkiwiland," I said.

"Nope," Keith said looking defeated.

It's been how long since we've tried cracking to code? 1 hour. I was close to giving up and just chucking the thing out the car window before I remembered something I'd seen online.

"Try cherryrubberducksswimming acrossacherrylakeeatingchocolatehamsters," I said remembering it.

"What the hell?" He asked he's eyebrows furrowing but typed it in anyway. We were desperate at this point.

"Are you sure this would- Oh shit! It opened. What the fu-," Keith was about to say before I plucked the phone out of his hand.

"-uck," I continued for him.

"Don't just sit there. We need to unravel all the hidden secrets," He said rubbing his hands together which earned a slap on the back of his head from me.

"Stop being an asswipe. This isn't your property. I'll just text my number with this phone," I said clicking in the messages app.

"You agreed to opening it in the first place and now I'm the asswipe?" He said flabbergasted.

"Yes," I replied.

The phone buzzed in my hand.

"It's a message," I said simply to Keith who looked at the phone.

"Reply then," He said intently looking at the screen.

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Unknown: Hey. Is this your number?

Me: Yeh. This is yours isn't it?

Unknown: No, it's my mom's boss's monkey's hookup's maid's brother's wife's number. Why do you ask?