"Hey"
"Why did you hang up on me Mr. Prince?"
"I had stuff to do"
"Really? What is this 'stuff?'"
"Stuff stuff"
"Fine, don't tell me!"
"Don't be mad Ms. Hypocrite"
"Whatever, whatever"
"I just realized, we don't know much about each other...."
"We have had this conversation"
"Why don't we play 20 questions?"
"I thought that was an american thing"
"So?"
"Your british"
"So?"
"Okay let's play!"
"Do you have a sibling?"
"I have a younger sister, she is 14. You don't know how bad she wanted to come here but Dad didn't let her"
"Why?"
"Many would describe our dad as over protective. Sometimes it get's annoying, especially when he treats you like a child when your 18."
"I wish I had that, and your 18!"
"Yea, got a problem?"
"No, it's just. I thought you younger"
"Are you calling me immature! I am deeply hurt!"
"No! I didn't mean..."
"Chillax, it's fine!"
"Oh thank god, I thought I offended you. Well, love, I have to go but I will call you tomorrow"
"Byee Mr. Prince!"
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Short Story"Hey!" I said enthusiastically. "Um... hi?" A unsure masculine voice said on the other line. This didn't sound like my grandma Terry. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Selena Quinn calls the Prince of England instead of her grandma. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
