dreamnotfound / gream • one shot / short story book

baby hotline

they're so pretty it hurts I'm not talkin bout boys I'm talkin bout girls (even tho boys are so pretty that it hurts) bi panic bi panic bi panic

summary: Clay gets dared to text a love hotline. George works for a love hotline.
-warnings: mature-ish at times-

Clay hated his life right now. Not literally of course, but he hated how he got himself stuck in this situation. He should've known better than to trust Nick when he said the words "I have a great idea."

They'd been hanging out for the last few hours and as per usual, Nick found something new to show Clay. Clay stares in disbelief at the website Nick looked up on Clay's phone. The website had a pastel pink theme, the words "Baby Hotline Inc.' slandered across the top of the page in a cute font.

Clay read the description aloud as his friend sat next to him, cackling at Clay's reactions.

"Baby Hotline inc is a unique experience for anyone who calls. Our receptionists are working 24/7 to provide you with the best and most intimate talk you could have with a stranger. Baby Hotline inc is for people aged eighteen and older who are looking for a sweet chat with someone who will treat you like the king or queen you are." Clay's voice sounded more and more surprised as he read the website's summary. "Nick you're joking." Clay wheezed, laughing alongside of his friend.

"Oh come on Clay!" Nick prodded him. "I'll give you one hundred dollars if you call the number and keep a conversation going for at least 20 minutes." Nick opened his wallet, showing Clay the money inside.

"I'm not calling that stupid love hotline. No. Way." Clay protested, pushing Nick's face away playfully.

"God you're such a stickler you know that? What if you meet your true love cause of it huh? And what if she offers to get freaky over the phone with ya? Come on." Nick begged, knowing Clay probably wouldn't do it.

"I don't want to get freaky on the phone with anyone, let alone a total stranger." Clay was still smiling, though he was annoyed with his friend's stupid ideas.

"Fineee. I have to go soon anyway," nick rolled his eyes. "You're missing out on a bunch of money it's all yours if you talk it up with a honey." Nick winked, grabbing his items and waving his wallet around, leaving Clays house. "Text me if you decide to do it, dreamy boy!"

Clay just chuckled and shut the door behind him, sauntering back over to the couch and slumping down on it. He opened his phone to see the website still pulled up and available. Below the description sat a phone number, which was obviously the number of the hotline.

I can do it for one hungered bucks... or I can keep my dignity. Clay shook his head, swiping out of the tab and choosing to scroll through his Instagram instead. After fifteen or so posts an ad photo popped up for you'll never guess... Baby Hotline.

Stupid cookies Clay thought, scrolling past the ad and checking out photos on his home page. There were a few selfies of girls, a few nature pics, and a few memes that he liked before shutting the app off.

What if I just call it and get it over with? I need a little extra money anyways... Clay's finger moved for him, clicking on safari and opening up the page from earlier. He stared at the phone number, letting his finger hover over it before clicking, and clicking call.

"Hello," an automated voice rang out. "Thank you for calling the Baby Hotline. To be partnered with a female, press 1. To be partnered with a male, press 2. To be partnered with no preference, press 3. For customer service, press 4." Clay opened the keypad, about to press 1 before his finger quickly pressed 3 instead.