"hey, Dylan."
"hi."
"so how are you?"
"i'm pretty good, you?"
"i'm happy today!" Eli says excitedly.
"that's great! why are you so happy?"
"my dad didn't come home, and i got a job that I love."
"what job?"
"i can't tell you, you'll come looking for me." He says playfully.
"aw, come on. tell me what you do at least."
"i stack boxes and wipe tables."
"so you're strong?"
"i'm not a bodybuilder or anything, so don't get too excited," Eli teases me.
"my arms are actually quite skinny. i lift small boxes." He laughs. I melt.
"that's good." I smile.
"is it now?" I hear him smirk.
"mmhmm."
"care to elaborate?"
"i'm not into guys with huge arms."
"that's good."
"care to elaborate?" I tease.
"i think you can figure that one out yourself, love."
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∆ Will You Call? ∆
Short Story((This is really crappy and stupid but I'm too sentimental to take it down)) ∆ "Will you call?" "Yes." "Do you promise?" "No." ∆
