Rachael • Elijah • Noah
"Hello Elijah, what's your favorite colour?"
"Woah, no greetings?"
"The 'hello' in the starting isn't enough?"
"Nope."
"So tell me how should I greet you, wise sir."
"Something which sounds like you."
"The 'hello' doesn't sound like me?"
"Uh.. no."
"Okay. Hey there, hot stuff! Wassup?"
"...."
"Stop laughing!"
"Don't try that British accent ever. Like ever. It sounds so funny. I don't know why you think that it sounds like you."
"Hey, that's rude. I did it for you."
*wild laugh* "Thank you so much for blessing me with your hilarious accent."
"It wasn't that bad, was it."
"Yeah, it wasn't bad. It was so much fun."
"...."
"...."
"Stop! We should stop laughing. My-my stomach hurts."
"Ye-yes, but..."
"ELIJAH, YOU BITCH, STOP CACKLING LIKE A DYING HYENA AND LET ME FUCKING SLEEP!!"
"ASSHOLE, STUFF SOME POOP IN YOUR EARS AND SLEEP!"
"...."
"WON'T WORK BECAUSE YOUR VOICE IS COMING TILL MY ROOM."
"Then go sleep in one of the rooms downstairs."
"There's just a storeroom downstairs which is filled with useless things, fucker."
"...."
"Then sleep there. It isn't as if you're of any help. Shush, Rachael!"
"ELIJAH!!!"
"...."
"NOAH!!! STOP LAUGHING RACHAEL!!"
"Why did you stop?"
"He went away."
"Ah! That was so much fun. Anyways, you didn't answer my question."
"It's pink."
*Call ended*
You are different than others Elly Belly.
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The Random Call
Short StoryA series of calls where a boy who has isonomia dials unanticipated numbers at night as a pass time. But what happens when the last random dialed number is of none other than his celebrity crush; Rachael Valentino? The calls continue but this time h...
