Callie
"Did I miss a turn?" I ask myself as I look in the middle of nowhere.
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What the actual fuck?
Groaning, I look at my phone to see it lost connection.
Fuck!
I pull over, completely annoyed.
No service.
Why would I?
Just my fucking luck.
I sit in my car on the side of the road for about three minutes before a car pulls over the side of me, making me immediately lock the doors.
A guy around my age walks out.
"Are you lost?" he laughs.
"Uhhh no" I try to keep myself safe.
"Don't worry, when I came from America to here, I had that exact same look" he laughs some more. "I'm not gonna hurt you! I'm Peter Peterman!"
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I chuckle at his name as I get out of my car. "I'm Callie"
"Woah! What happened to your face?" he asks with a jaw dropped.
I gulp. "Dog attack"
"Sure looks like it!! You good?" he asks reluctantly.
Laughing, I nod. "I am, I got checked" I pause "wait you said you're from America! What part?"
"Alabama!" he smiles.
"An hour from me!! Georgia! What are you doing in Russia?!" I question.
"Here to finish my family! They moved her five years ago while I stayed in America. And you?" he gives me question backs
"I'm here with my two best friends" I answer and he smiles. I blush hardcore. He's so cute... so cute...
"Where are you trying to find?" he leans against his car.
"The grocery store, my friend can't go without his fucking cereal" I hoot with laughter.
He tilts his head. "How come he can't go get it himself?"
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