text me. // lrh

eighteen.

(1 new message!)

unknown number;

hey, are you busy?

em;

nope! just reading my book

everything okay?

unknown number;

i know this is weird

but uh

can i call you?

em;

yeah

yeah, absolutely

are you okay?

unknown number;

yeah

i just got into a bad fight with my roommate

and i'd rather talk than text it out

em;

okay, call whenever

(1 incoming call)

"hello?"

"uh, hey, hi."

"oh, hi. i didn't expect you to sound like that."

"me either."

"are you okay? was it a physical fight?"

"a little, but i'm fine. remember the ex-girlfriend i told you about?"

"mhmm."

"well, my roommate had her over last night, they were about to fuck on my bed."

"no!"

"yes, i know. his excuse was his bed smelled, well the dude never fucking washes his sheets. so obviously, i get pissed off. i tell her to leave, i tell him to quit being a dick and get off my bed. then he starts getting defensive, acting like i'm trying to win "his girl" back or some idiotic shit like that. i pushed him away, he punched me in the mouth."

"are you okay? he sounds like a shitty roommate."

"i'm fine. and you're tellin' me. i can't wait to graduate and get out of here."

"i forgot you're older. that stinks, i'll suffer alone here next year."

"your friends won't be here?"

"they will but they're dating now, i'll be long forgotten."

"get yourself a boyfriend?"

"yeah, i don't know."

"i really like your voice, it's very soft."

"i like yours too, it's kind of deep. i could fall asleep if you read me stories."

"do you want me to?"

"what?"

"do you want me to read you stories?"

"i mean, i-if you want to."

"okay, noted. let me know when, i'd be happy to."

"i appreciate it, oh!"-"em! c'mon!" -"i'm sorry anon, i have to go. text me!"

"oka-,"

call ended.