bold- Kenneth
italics- Aspen Harrington***
"Hel-"
"JUDY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU RIGHT NOW? I'M DYING HERE!"
"Uh..shouldn't you call 911 if you're dying?"
"You know what I mean. Shouldn't you be here like 15 minutes ago with the food? I'm starving! Don't tell me you found some guy and now you're doing the frickle-frackle thingy with him. What did I tell you ab-"
"Okay. Now I definitely know you have dialled the wrong number. Amd who even uses the word frickle-frackle nowadays?"
"Come on Ice Princess. Do- wait. Now that I think of it, you don't sound like Judy at all!"
"Wow! Nice observation skills you got there. I have to say I'm impressed."
"Oh my god! Thank you stranger. Nobody tells me that anymore."
"You do know I was using sarcasm right?"
"Oh."
"Well then, I hope you get in contact with this Judy you have been speaking about. Adiòs amigo."
"Wait!"
"What now?"
"You're a girl."
"No shit Sherlock."
"No listen! You're a girl. I'm a boy. You know what that means?"
"That we're of the opposite gender?"
"No. We can do the frickle-frackle!"
"Yeah no."
*beeps*
"Really weird fellow. Frickle-frackle? Seriously? What has this world come into?"
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The Wrong Number
Short Story*COMPLETED* #1 on Wattpad -1/12/2018 "Hel-" "JUDY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU RIGHT NOW? I'M DYING HERE!" "Uh..shouldn't you call 911 if you're dying?" *** Where Kenneth Jones accidentally dials a wrong number and finds himself amidst weird conversatio...