𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
I've been waiting for ayla for more than three hours and she still hasn't come to pick me up
more than an hour has passed. AYLA WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!
-one... two... three... four... six... oh no, is five. Oh, I don't know, I've already gone crazy... -I couldn't finish the sentence because my cell phone interrupted me; it's ayla- Ayla! Where are you? I've been waiting for you for over 5 hours!-
-Hi Emy, I'm fine, thanks for asking -Ayla answered me on the other end of the phone, with a
sarcastic tone--Answers Tesler-Mabe
-Ok sorry, there is a lot of traffic and Jack doesn't want to take a shortcut
-Pass me with the blond
-What's up, Emily -Jack Anderson answered me this time, the bassist of the band-
-HEY BLONDE, TAKE THE FUCKING SHORTCUT, I DON'T HAVE ALL YOUR DAY -I replied to Jack, already a bit sick of having to wait so long-
-Uh, uh, yeah, okay, i will-
-THANKS, YOU'RE VERY KIND
-mm... Ok, I think... -Ayla took the phone again-
-GOODBYE -I ended the call without letting Ayla finish-
YOU ARE READING
curlers -Finn Wolfhard
De TodoThat was what drove Emily crazy, those curlers. -𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 -𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜. 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢