"Good morning."
"AFTER YEARS AND YEARS, BOBBY PICKS UP. Can I have a second? I need to cry."
"You. Love. Me. Ha."
"GAH. I would yell at you, but I missed you too much."
"AWH. YOU REALLY FELL FOR ME. HA."
"..."
"HAHAHHAHAHAH."
"...DONALD LOATHES YOU."
"Liar."
"..."
"HAH."
"..."
"WHO'S LAUGHIN' NOW, DONALD?! THIS GUY RIGHT HERE."
"...I can see it."
"What? You kissing me? HA. GOOD ONE, CHANCE."
"No. Me ripping your fucking head off. WITH MY TEETH."
"Just admit it, you love Bobby."
"..."
"..."
"...I love Bobby."
"I."
"..."
"LOVE."
"...Me?"
"No. Myself."
"..."
"Ah, the perks of being a dick."
"...DONALD IS ABOUT TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND - oh, fuck."
"What?"
"That Rebecca girl. You're still with her?"
"Eh...I wasn't exactly with her. I barely talked to her."
"What does 'exactly' mean?"
"She was a friend, and I opened up to her because I needed to talk to someone. It became more of an obsessive thing, where I would just let her stay around because I wanted some kind of company. But I never liked her, and I didn't pay much attention to my phone. It was hard facing it with all of your voice notes, and I was still trying to get over the fact that you were seriously going to move on with your life now that I'm away at school. But it was a silent company. I didn't realize she was pretending to be my girlfriend until I saw that there was an accepted call on my phone. I used to just let her stay in my room with my roommate while showering or getting food, I'm sorry about that mix-up."
"Oh...well...THAT's WHAT SHE GETS. She's really mean. If I ever see her, I'm killing her."
"I'll join in. So we can be in jail together."
"CUT THE CUTE SHIT BEFORE I REALLY TRACK YOU DOWN JUST TO KISS YOU."
"..."
"I could literally feel you smiling."
"Cause I'm just that fabulous."
"You know...you really are 'hot as fuck'. I WANT TO SEE YOU WITH GLASSES THOUGH. YOU CAN BE MY NERD."
"..."
"You know you want to Bobby... I bet it's tempting."
"If I meet up with you at Target right now with my glasses on, would that make you happy?"
"It would make Donald very happy."
"Then I won't do it...cause I'm too cool for you."
"Alright fine. I don't need you anyway. I'll go to Target to speak to my buddy Jessy."
"..."
"And you can never kiss me again."
"..."
"Ah, my inner bitch is back."
"...I'll come."
"Yeah, you better. WITH YOUR GLASSES BOY."
"..."
"I love you!"
"..."
"..."
"I love you too."
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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...
