"...Who the hell is this?"
"Chance."
"You stole my number?! Creep."
"You don't call private and call every single day. Except now. It's been a whole week since you called."
"Because I'm mad at you."
"Why?"
"Because you're ignoring me, fucker."
"...If I was ignoring you, why the hell would I call?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING BIPOLAR, BOBBY."
"...Bobby is sorry."
"...You have been forgiven, Chancey."
"Chancey is glad."
"..."
"..."
"Let's talk."
"About?"
"You."
"No."
"Me then?"
"Sure...is it a weird question if I ask how you look?"
"I was secretly hoping you'll ask that question first because I was going to ask you the same thing."
"...Weird."
"Well, my hair is so light, it looks white."
"..."
"Or platinum blonde."
"Mine's black."
"Mine's? Never say something so fucking stupid like that, Chance. You wanna go to Harvard? Don't say some shit like that. Fucktard."
"MY HAIR IS BLACK. Happy?"
"Very."
"Shut up."
"Meaning you'll talk about yourself?"
"...No."
"Exactly, Bobby. Now, shut your trap boy. My eyes...are really dark. But I'm sure their green. Or, black. Who knows, Bobby?"
"...I'm shrugging."
"I basically look like Harley Quinn."
"Should that frighten me?"
"...Just remember to lock your windows tonight, darling."
"That isn't funny, Farah."
"But Chance, who said I was joking?"
BINABASA MO ANG
Anger Management
Short Story❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica...
