Dylan { } Amelia
"Hey."
"Hi."
"So..."
"So..."
"Did he contact you in any way?"
"..."
"He did, didn't he?"
"Yea."
"You shouldn't bother with a fuckboy Amelia!"
"Aren't you a fuckboy?"
"I'm different."
"No you're not."
"I wish I was different."
"Cole isn't a fuckboy."
"Yes he is! When will you see that?"
"Would a fuckboy call and text you again to apologize when there are a million hotter girls running after him?"
"No."
"Would a fuckboy tell you he missed you?"
"No."
"Would a fuckboy tell you he loved you?"
"He to-"
"Yea Dylan. Cole told me he loved me. He wants to meet me at the park by Claire's Coffee-House."
"Are you going to go?"
"I don't know."
"Do you read his texts?"
"Yea."
"Do you miss him?"
"Yea."
"Do you... do you love him?"
"..."
"Your silence obviously tells me that's a yes."
"Why is your voice cracking?"
"It's the connection here."
"Sure it is."
"Amelia."
"Yea?"
"You should go."
"But-"
"If you miss him and if you l- if you love him, then you should go."
"Are you crying?"
"No."
"Sure you aren't."
"I'm just running so my voice comes out like that."
"Oh."
"But you need to go."
"I know. I will. But were avoiding the main point here."
"And that is?"
"You punched Cole for me."
"I have to go."
"Dylan?"
"The connection here really sucks. Bye! Talk to you later!"
"Wait! Than-
C A L L E N D E D
k you."
YOU ARE READING
A Typical Fuckboy - Published as a Textrovert
Short Story"Hey Simone, it's me Dylan. I just wanted you to know that last night was great, but I don't want any responsibility." "..." "I know I kinda sound like an ass, telling you over text." "This isn't Simone." "Oh god! Sorry! OMFG I'm so sorry."...
