Unknown Number (3)
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Unknown Number
Where are you?
What happens when Charlotte Windsor gets a text from an Unknown Number and it turns out to be Justin Bieber?
•Started 16/03/2017
"And a water, please," I added to my lunch order as Johnny, Josh and I sat outside of a quiet restaurant.
The waiter smiled and retrieved our menus from us before walking away to place our orders.
"So how's your tour going?" Johnny asked.
"Hmm, it's good. Great. It's good," I nodded and placed my phone back on the table.
"Say it one more time and we'll believe you," Josh cocked his head to the side.
"It's good, guys, seriously," I insisted.
"Does this behavior have anything to do with that Instagram post you deleted about the girl?" Josh asked, cautiously.
"I didn't post anything about a girl."
"Yeah but it was suggestive of a girl. Is there a girl, Justin?" He started grinning.
"Maybe," I broke off a piece of a dinner roll presented on the table and nibbled on it.
"Ooh, who is she?" Josh prompted.
My phone started buzzing. Before I could take it, Josh gripped it, scanning the message which had just come through. Please don't be from her. Please don't be from her. Please don't be from her.
"Whose CharWBiebs?" He questioned as he scrolled on my phone.
Oh no.
"Dude, you have this chick's notifications on? Is she the girl?" Josh smirked and turned my phone so I could see the screen and the new post Charlotte must have posted.
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"She even used your lyrics as the caption," Johnny pointed out.
"You guys are so..." I grabbed my phone back from Josh, "just drop it okay, it's nothing."
I desperately wanted an interruption. Literally anything. Where's the waiter with our drinks?
"She's totally the girl you've been texting," Josh stated matter-of-factly.
I looked to him and didn't speak. Josh has always been brutally honest with me and this time wasn't any different. If he knew something or had a thought about something happening in my life, he wouldn't mute himself on the matter. He clearly believed that Charlotte was the girl I was indeed texting. And he wasn't wrong. But I wasn't prepared to get into it and then label my "relationship" with Charlotte.
"I wonder where the waiter is with our drinks," I steered away from the topic of Charlotte as I swiveled around in my seat, scouting for the waiter.
"Is there something wrong with her or something?" Johnny asked.
"Because it's weird that you won't even say how you met her," Josh elaborated on Johnny's question.
I sighed, realizing that they weren't about to give up on the matter, and spun round again to sit properly in my seat.
