Chapter 3

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"Hello?"

"Hi, did you see the news?"

"Um, who are you?"

"Autumn, Autumn Jonson, the girl on the bus!"

"Oh, hey. I am so sorry about the press. I had no idea that they saw us."

"It's ok."

"Oh, wow. You are taking this well."

"I am just in shock and don't know how to take it."

"Oh, I am again sorry, this is my fault."

"Ashton, who is on the phone?"

"No one. Sorry that was Calum."

"It's ok."

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"No, not much."

"I see, why is that?"

"Why so many questions?"

"I just want to get to know you."

"Why?"

"Just because you need a person to talk to."

"Why do you keep saying that!?"

"I don't know, some times my mouth dose shit that I don't even know."

"Bull!"

"Why are you yelling?"

"Why are you taking pity on me?!"

"I'm not!"

"Yeh, right! You just saw a girl that looked like she needed to be helped and took pity on her! Well, guess what, I ain't your damsel in distress, pretty boy!"

"Wow, that's the most I herd you say, or yell, at least."

"I am not yelling!"

"Yes, you are."

"No I am not!"

"Yes, now please don't yell at me."

"But I am not yelling."

"Now. Is that better?"

"Is what better?"

"You yelling at me."

"Ashton, shut up! We need to sleep."

"One sec, we have the weekend off!"

"Calum?"

"No, Luke. Sorry about that it is 11:30 now."

"Wow, sorry."

"Oh, sure now you stop talking."

"I'm talking."

"Only short fragments."

"So are you."

"No, I am not. See, look I am talking more than two words."

"No."

"See there you go, you just did it again."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Talk about your favorite color, food, music. Your family."

"Well, teal, mashed potatoes, country, and my mother and father were drunks and died from alcohol poising."

"Wow. Yeh, my dad left me and my mum when I was little."

"Oh."

"Stop it."

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