Dylan { } Amelia
"Hey, my phone's speakers aren't turning on. None of my friends know how to help me so I thought maybe a fuckboy would."
"You have friends? That's surprising."
"Bye."
"Wait! I have a solution. But there's a price."
"What price? It better not be perverted."
"Who do you think I am? It's def not perverted."
"A fuckboy? Just tell me what your price is."
"You're name and age. If you tell me, I'll be nice enough to tell you the solution to your problem and my name."
"Fine. My name is Amelia and I'm 17 years old."
"My name is Dylan Remmings. I'm 18 years old. Ha! I'm older than youuuu."
"Shut up, you idiot."
"Wait Remmings?"
"Yea. Wait. Do you know me?"
"Ha. No."
"I bet you wish you knew me."
"Shut up. Now tell me how I fix my speakers."
"You can't fix them."
"WHAT?!"
"I mean, you'll have to get a professional to look at your phone."
"Oh ok."
"..."
"..."
"I'm waiting. Just say it."
"No."
"If you say it, I won't ever remind you that you asked me for help."
"Fine. Thank you."
"See? I knew you could do it. I screenshot it just incase."
"You're a fuckboy, you know that?"
"And you're a bitch, you know that?"
"Touché."
"💁"
"You're so weird."
"K bye."
"K."
"Ttyl."
"You wish."
"..."