twenty five || phone call

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september 16th 2017__________

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september 16th 2017
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sebastian awoke to a missed call from cleo on his phone, he sat up slowly, and listened to the voicemail.

'hey seb it's meeee!'
'i just got thrown out of the
mtv movie awards!'
'i was wrestling will farrell on stage!
i can't even remember why!'

she paused before laughing.

'some guy just brought me home
and left! qué grosero!'
'he could've at least,"

she stopped mid sentence and laughed again.

'hey! i have shit written
all over my chest!'
'i cant't read it though
it's backwards,'

she frowned, examining the text on her chest, in the elevator mirror. she remained silent as the elevator rised, sebastian only knew she was there due the fact she'd sigh every 5 seconds.

eventually she got to her door and dropped her keys.

'aw man! i dropped my keys,'

she sighed, and bent down to collect them.

'hey where are my shoes?'

she laughed before leaning against her door.

'they're in my hand!'

sebastian laughed at her excitement.

she unlocked the door, before walking in, and closing it behind her.

she walked into her bedroom, and fell onto her bed before continuing to speak.

'i'm so tired,
and you're so nice!'
'i'm sorry i'm so mean,'
'i forgive you,'

she mumbled, before the line went flat.

sebastian frowned, before checking the time, it was lunchtime.

he got dressed, and decided to go check on cleo.

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translation
qué grosero = how rude

a/n;
this is so bad i hate it jsnxnxnx

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