"Oh my God, Nathaniel! I did it! I frikin' did it!"
"Whoa, okay there, what did you do?"
"I told them off! Each friking one of them. God, it felt amazing!"
"I bet it did, who exactly did you tell off?"
"What do you mean Nathaniel? Star, I told Star off. Remember her?"
"Now what would you say if I told you that this wasn't Nathaniel-whatever his last name is- you think you're talking to?"
"Oh my God!"
"My reaction exactly."
"How do you have his phone?!"
"You're calling the payphone..."
"Oh..."
"I'm guessing you didn't know that? You probably thought you were calling his phone?"
"Yeah- Yeah I did. Who is this?"
"Nathaniel apparently, now who in the hell would name their kid that? Were they expecting a white football player? I mean, seriously?"
"God, are you one of his friends? He has the worst taste in friendships, he would probably be friends with Mickey Mouse if he could."
"Mickey Mouse is the MVP, I don't wanna hear it."
"Anyway, his friends still suck. And anyone friends with him suck too."
"Really? Because if you're referring to me, I have to tell you I'm super-cool, like super- super cool."
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Telephone Therapy ✓
Short StoryTwo teenagers, one payphone, one wrong number. What could possibly go right? ✦ "Hey hey, pretty stranger." "Hey hey, stranger." "Wow, just stranger? Not even devilishly handsome witty stranger?" "Take it or leave it." "Duly noted." ✦ Do not transla...
