Ring, ring
"I'm a piece of trash."
"As a person who greatly cares about the environment, I am obligated to pick you up. Does seven work?"
"Oh my gosh. You did not just do that."
"Oh, but I did."
"I want you to know that I am mentally face-palming."
"I'm serious though! Does that time suit you?"
"Oliver, you still have a week to figure out who I am. There is no possible way that I will even give you a hint about who I am, much less hang out with you."
"Well, at least I tried, right?"
"Have you been able to figure out who I am yet?"
"As you said, there is still a week left for me to figure out who you are."
"Oh my god, you don't have the faintest clue, do you?"
"Phf, of course I do."
"You don't."
"You're right, I have nothing!"
"I will win this war!!"
"No need for the dramatics, Sweetie."
"And this is coming from you, the drama queen."
"Oh hush it. Just because I did that one-man play in the second grade in front of the whole class doesn't mean that I'm a drama queen."
"I remember that. When you stumbled on that one line you started bawling like a little kid."
"Wait... Were you in my second grade class?"
"Uh... No?"
"Oh my god, you were!!"
"Oh no."
"Now if you will excuse me, I have some research to do."
Beeeep
"I screwed up big on that one."
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Misfits
Short Story"Hello?" "Is your house on fire?" "No...?" "Man, I thought it was because you're so dang hot." "I think you need to work on that." ... One prank call One girl One guy One great story ********* Cover by RaghaddMurad Highest Rating: #1 in short story