Hey hubby :)
You did not just call me hubby
I believe I did
You are making me cringe
That is the whole point, dear hubby
God, you are annoying
Find some friends to bother
Stop bothering meWe are friends
Ngl that one was funny, fucking hell
You really said friends lmaooohmm, I sense you becoming more comfortable with texting me
Not that I am complaining, I am one funny gal
Your senses are wrong.
And I was laughing at you
I'm blind, all the same thing in my eyes
Where your friends at? Like genuinely, talk to them instead of me
I beg
YOU BEG??!?!
I take my words back, that was a mistake
Yeah, you're really cute
Pumpkin
Nah I can't take this
I'm outOkay, okay
I guess I am sorry
I snorted at my own text message, knowing full well I didn't feel sorry at all.
"What's got you smiling at your phone for?"
Myself hah.
I looked up at the girl with blonde hair and freckles who sat at my table, doing her make-up. I smiled at the perfect swoops of hair around her hairline which were then brushed back into two space buns. I remember her saying they didn't look good, that she looked childish but come on now, I did the hairstyle. It was definitely good. My best friend, Emilienne, looked beautiful.
"I'll tell you later." I said. Walking towards her, smelling subtle floral scents, I fixed her hair up a bit. "You are the star of the show today. I can't believe you, my child has a date!"
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