18th October 2014
Anah: So, it’s 11pm. Are you here yet?
Unknown number: Hi, beautiful. Yes, I’m here.
Anah: Why haven’t you come to speak to me, then?
Unknown number: How do you know I haven’t already?
Anah: Wait, have you?
Unknown number: Yeah, I did.
Anah: I SPOKE TO YOU?!
Unknown number: Hey, you spoke to everyone when they arrived. You’re like hostess with the mostest.
Anah: Ok, firstly, ‘mostest’ is not a word. Secondly- I SPOKE TO YOU?
Unknown number: Don’t look so annoyed. It was the best minute of my night.
Anah: I hate you.
Unknown number: I know, babe.
Anah: Will you dance with me?
Unknown number: I’m not really the dancing type.
Anah: But it’s my birthday.
Unknown number: Stop pouting like that. It makes me want to kiss you.
Anah: Really?
Unknown number: Seriously, Anah. Stop that.
Anah: Nope.
Unknown number: You drive me crazy. Man, I’m gonna need a cold shower tonight.
Anah: Oh, my God.
Unknown number: Stop blushing…
Unknown number: Now stop grinning.
Anah: Hey, it’s not my fault that this is how you affect me.
Unknown number: I need air.
Anah: See you outside ;)
Unknown number: On second thoughts, I might just stay inside… where there are, literally, hundreds of people. You’ll never find me then.
Anah: Spoil sport.
Unknown number: Or I might just come over and talk to you some more…
Unknown number: Or go and dance…
Unknown number: Or leave.
Anah: Stop messing with my head, Honey Bun. And don’t you dare leave.
Anah: Ok, so strange question for you. Are you by any chance Ryder Weston? Because he’s just come up to me and planted himself on my lips.
Unknown number: HE DID WHAT?
Anah: Ok, so that wasn’t you?
Unknown number: Hell no, it wasn’t me.
Anah: Oh, thank God!
Anah: I freakin’ hate that guy! It would have devastated me if you had turned out to be him!
Anah: Excuse me while I go wash my mouth out…
Unknown number: While you’re doing that… I’m gonna hunt that son of a bitch down.
Anah: Oh, yay! Then I get to find out who you are!
Unknown number: Great! Now I can’t beat the crap out of Ryder for kissing my girl.
Anah: Why not?
Unknown number: Because, like you said, you’ll find out who I am.
Anah: Pause and rewind a second… your girl?
Unknown number: Yeah. My girl.
Anah: I like the sound of that, Honey Bun.
Unknown number: Me too, Babe.
Anah: Oh… I forgot.
Anah: This song is for you. I asked the DJ to pay it especially for you.
Unknown number: Lightning. I like this song.
Anah: I wasn’t sure if it was the right choice, but the lyrics kinda means something to me.
Unknown number: Oh, what will it take? For me to have you where I want you? Those lyrics?
Anah: Not quite those ones exactly… just the sense of the song. Because with you, it’s like lightning. And lightning doesn’t strike the same place twice…
Unknown number: You’ve lost me. What does that mean?
Anah: It means no one will ever make me feel like this again. Just you.
Unknown number: Feel like what, exactly?
Anah: Falling.
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Short StoryWhen Anah Miller, agony aunt to the whole of Hastings Academy, replies to Clueless and Useless' e-mail about his unrequited love, little does she know that's she's opened Pandora's Box. A few days later, when she receives a text from an unknown numb...
