Peter sat atop one of the many tall buildings of New York. Why? The view was amazing.
But, he had seen this view a few times, and today, it didn't pique his interest as much. It had to do with the fact that his best friend was ignoring him.
Ned never seemed to text him anymore, unless Peter texted him first. Then be only got basic responses. He couldn't help but wonder, did he do something for his best, only, friend to ignore him?
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Neeeed you never text me first anymore! ಥ_ಥ
??:
It may have to do with the fact that I'm not Ned.
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Whaaaa? Ned come on I know my best friend's number
??:
Sorry to be the one to tell you this, but you don't.
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If you're not Ned who the gosh diddly dang dog are you????
??:
I'm not aloud to disclosed such information.
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Not allowed or won't?
??:
Both
You could be out for my head for all I know.
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Oooooooo
R u a spy???
??:
Are you?
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I asked you first!!!
??:
I'm not a spy, I'm a doctor.
- ?? Changed To 'Dr' -
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Sorry, Wrong Number; but here to help
FanfictionPeter is a smart teen, his grades at the well respected Midtown High could attest to that. But everyone makes mistakes, Peter's was texting the wrong number. Hurriedly typing in Ned's number into his phone Peter sent a text to his best friend. But...
