This will be for songs that are about exs and that are for ur exs lol

When one girl dialed the wrong number... and one guy picked up.

"Hey, if there's anyone who could cook up a virus to start off this decade, it's those mothertruckers downstairs." "Well, let's hope those mothertruckers down there are wearing masks." "If not, I'll eat their souls." "That's not very social distancing of you." "I'm the king of the underworld, baby. It's my solemn duty." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - © 2020 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

"You've reached Westerden Ski Lodge, how may I be of assistance?" "Hey, can I rent some snow boots and skis? Maybe even a girlfriend, if you've got any in stock." "Awesome, do you want to order a life along with that? The gift wrapping's free of charge." "I'll take what I can get." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #5 (13/02/17) © 2016 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist. How old are you?" "Um, I don't think it'd be the greatest idea for that blurry eyesight of yours to be treated by a guy your own age." "My own... oh no." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Short Story #4 (03/04/16) Wattpad Featured Story (July 2017) © 2015 evethespy. All Rights Reserved.

SOON TO BE PUBLISHED BY W BY WATTPAD BOOKS! Danny's life gets turned upside down when she receives a mysterious sext from the school's notorious bad boy. ***** Danny Ashmore never imagined starting her senior year off with a broken heart and a pregnant sixteen-year-old sister. As her sister's stomach grows and the possibility of Danny going to college shrinks, she struggles to stay positive. That is, until she accidentally receives a dirty text message from an unknown number and is thrown head first into bad boy Sawyer Armstrong's life. Arrogant and drop-dead gorgeous, Sawyer is the last thing Danny expected, but as an unlikely friendship forms, she realizes he may be the best thing that's happened to her all year. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Cil Ojumo Content warning: this story contains themes of teen pregnancy

Now available as Audiobook on Audible India. Spring. It's the season to love, share, and find happiness. But for Tyler? Not really. To her, it's just another long boring holiday season going back home. Spending her spring break lazing around the home, doing homework, getting up to date with all her favorite TV shows, and baking endless amounts of cakes. What she didn't expect is for her mother to rent out their house for the break. And to none other than her school's swimming team. Suddenly Tyler finds herself surrounded by four, hot and gorgeous, forever half-naked guys and she can't help but think that this year her spring break would suck. Or not. And with her mother in full-on match-making mode, something is bound to happen. [Highest Rank: #1 in Humor] [Wordcount: 150,000-200,000 words]

❝Hello, this is the Starb-❞ ❝HEEELP ME!! PLEASE! THERE'S A MURDERER IN MY HOUSE!❞ ❝OH SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!! WHAT DO I DO?! THIS IS STARBUCKS, NOT FREAKING 911. WAIT, HOLD ON. TRY TO KEEP YOURSELF ALIVE, I'LL CALL 911!! STAY CALM. IT'S GOING TO BE O- ❞ ❝Wait...did you just say Starbucks?❞ ❝Um...yeah?❞ ❝They have a hotline?❞ ---- fun conversations between two Potterheads over the Starbucks hotline. [highest rank: #6 in short story] [highest rank: #2 in short story 5/6/17]

You live in a world where each lie creates a scar on the liars body. The bigger the lie, the deeper and larger the mark. Scars; A mark left on the skin or within the body tissue where a wound has not healed completely and the fibrous connective tissue has developed. That wound is a lie. Whether that's a small white lie, a broken promise, a lie of fabrication, a bold-faced lie, the lying of exaggeration, the lies of deception, plagiarism or compulsive lying, each and every one leaves a mark. Each scar comes through inked. Each scar appears from beneath the skin, a dark inky black. Almost everyone I've ever met had tiny black lines of white-lies on their fingers. Larger cuts, darker lines on the forearms and shins, necks or backs. People lie. It's just the way of things. And I, Georgina Walter, am covered in scars. --------------- All rights reserved, all my own work. Trigger warning: Swearing, violence, upsetting topics

"Quick Clean Laundry! When it's dirty we make it clean, this is Melissa speaking." "uh...." "Hello?.." "I asked a cute girl her number and this is what she gave me" #3 in Short Story [8/1/16] Book One From Texts and Calls Series © Copyrights Reserved