You Can Call Me の小説・ストーリー

" FYI, it's Dave, not Mave! Where the fuck are you we're waiting at Stacey's house." "FYI, I don't give a fuck about your name; Dave or Mave you're still a dick thirsty bitch! And I will be there in a minute." "You slimy..." and there goes my finger pressing the end button to that call. 'You can be such a bitch sometimes,' my inner voice says. 'I know right' was my spicy reply.

That night, I came down with a high fever. I was barely conscious—my mind drifting between dreams and delirium. For a moment, I thought it was still three years ago. Instinctively, I called Howard for help. But instead of his voice, I heard Phoebe's syrupy tone on the other end. "Who's calling you at this hour, Howie?" It was late, yet the two of them were still together. The fog in my head cleared just enough for me to hang up the phone immediately.

Maybe if you’re up later I’ll give you a call? KIRA: Ok. Stay safe. Xoxo Shit.

I called before she could get away too quickly. “What’s up?” She replied, turning around. “Keep tonight free yeah?” I knew I was playing with fire with her. But I wanted more.

"I just need someone to talk to. Someone to help." I blow out a long breath. "I'm going to have this phone for a while so call me back, please. If I get a new phone I'll call again so you have my new number . . . and I wish you'd answer. Well, talk to you later . . . hopefully."

Calling me. The game is on.

'''' ''''I don't know. '''Okay, Call me then. If you want this to work call me.''''

Please call me. * * *

I haven't given it out to anybody so no one can call me. Who could this caller be?

A familiar girl calling my name… *********