the donut dialer [ongoing]

12: ❝what'syouraddress?❞

❝what'syouraddress?❞

lorelei┃parker

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april 18th, 4:21 p.m.
diing. diing. diing.

[receiving incoming call from]: unknown number

✆ call accepted ✆ at 4:22 p.m.

"hello...?"

"hola, mi melocotón."

(hello, my peach.)

"may i ask who this is?"

"¡por qué, es tu amante!"

(why, it's your lover!)

"i heard the word 'lover,' but i think you have the wrong number. sorry, i'm not your... lover."

"entonces, ¿eres mi novia?"

(so, you are my girlfriend?)

"i, err... sí? yo no comprehendo."

"AHA."

"what... who are you?"

"okay, okay, my fun's over. it's me, parker. AKA spider-man, mario and/or snickers boy."

"parker? you have my regular number? and you speak spanish?"

"your friend, vanessa, surrendered to my sexiness and gave me your digits."

"... she's dead to me. i can't believe she betrayed me like that!"

"on the bright side, you now have the honor of having spider-man's digits. also, on another bright side, you didn't even deny my sexiness."

"only because i'm mad at vanessa for giving you my phone number behind my back. i'll get my revenge somehow... maybe the pink frosting..."

"don't be such a grumpy hufflepuff."

"i take offense to that. you're no longer my friend, parker bennett."

"what!? okay, i'm sorry! i didn't mean to insult your house!"

"that's more like it. anyhow, you speak spanish pretty fluently, huh?"

"my mom's mexican, she's a pretty good teacher. an angry mamá, at that, who always threatens to hit me with a wooden spoon, but she taught me fluent spanish at a young age."

"i wish i had a special talent like that."

"i'm sure you have one! come on, what can you do that nobody else can usually do?"

"i bake, but that's pretty much it."

"baking requires special skills. it's definitely a talent."

"i love doing it. i don't really see how it's different than what any other person could do."

"do you bake well?"

"well, i'm not an amateur or a pro, but i will say that the Muffin Man makes the best baked goods around."

"i'll have to order something. i bet it tastes just as good as you say it does."

"you're kind. didn't earlier you say you were broke, though?"

"oh... right. damn it."

"don't worry about it, park. it's not a big deal—wait a minute! i have an idea..."

"hm?"

"nothing. what's your favorite flavor?"

"... peach."

"i'm being serious! what's your real favorite flavor?"

"laugh again and i'll tell you."

"what? oh. then say something to make me laugh."

"something."

"..."

"... you actually laughed at that? aw."

"agh, whatever. tell me your fave flavor."

"you're cute. hmm... i'd have to say peach is my absolute fave. i'm not joking this time."

"you're impossible."

"hehe."

"hey, erm, one more question, parker."

"i'm listening."

"this might sound wrong, so please don't take it the wrong way."

"i'm all ears. i hope this isn't something dirty, peaches."

"it's not! oh my goodness."

"mhm, i'm sure. do tell."

"i was, um, wondering, erm... what's your, um—what'syouraddress?

"... if you wanted to have a sleepover, all you needed to do was ask."

[a/n]: yooo. 200 reads. thanks guys! hope you enjoyed. love you~

~emma ; )