Wrong Number [l.p.]

6/7

Liam;

I’m twenty, too.

Carter;

:/ Man. And, here I thought I was getting myself a sugar daddy.

Liam;

You’re so odd.

Carter;

My gravestone will probably have ‘Carter Was Odd’ engraved on it.

Liam;

I want to meet you.

Carter;

You won’t like me in person.

Liam;

I doubt that.

Carter;

Really. You won’t. I’m awkward and weird and people don’t like me. Hence; I have no friends or boyfriend. I’m just this big useless, friendless heap.

Oh fuck. Sorry, sorry. My uterus is making me say these things.

Liam;

Your uterus?

Oh.Oh. Oh.

Carter;

Tampons and Midol don’t shut the bitch up.

Liam;

Putting that aside...I don’t think your useless. And, I happen to like you very much. Stop thinking so negative. You’re probably so beautiful people are intimidated to talk to you.

Carter;

I just sat on a piece of chocolate and now the chocolate is squished and my pants are dirty and I am crying.

Liam;

I’d bring you more chocolate.

Carter;

I’m going to go sit in the bathtub and drink chocolate milk.

I’ll text you when my uterus isn’t trying to kill itself and make me insane in the process.