Tuesday February 23
5:30pm
"Darth."
"Good evening, Rey."
"I have an idea."
"Let's hear it."
"Okay so how about you help me delete the pictures from his phone, and if we succeed then you tell me who you are."
"You might be Rey, but the Force is not strong with you. "
"What?"
"Your Jedi mind tricks don't work on me. You're trying to make it look like I get something out of this when I really don't. So I help you, and then I tell you who I am? Nope. I get nothing."
"Aw, c'mon!"
"How would that work anyway? You ask for his phone and you expect him to give it to you?"
"I don't know, that's why I need your help."
"If you expect me to help you then I want something I return."
"What do you want then?"
"If I help you then I want... You to go on a date with me."
"Meaning I would be able to find out who you are?"
"Obviously."
"... Deal."
"Yes!"
"Don't get too excited, we still gotta delete the pictures."
"Wait, but you want me to delete the pictures of you... Not that I have a problem with that or anything."
"No dummy. We'll figure something out."
"As long as I get my date. Maybe a kiss too."
"Shut it, laser brain."
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Short StoryWho knew what could be made out of annoying calls, anonymous texts, and a little bit of chemistry? -highest rank #8 in short story -contains some mature content -completed but unedtited
