Midnight Calls ( Jimmy & Tommy )

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“oh good you call— i've been stressed out because of that jerk these past few days.”

“...”

“should we sing again?”

“...”

“play the guitar for me again, na?”

“sorry, i don't play guitar.”

“eh?!?”

tommy looked at the caller's name.

fuck, it's perth.

“ohoi. who's that guy you're talking to huh? and you're waiting for his call. hm. what is my bro up to?”

“meh. what are you! up to? why did you call me at this hour?”

“ui. are you annoyed because you thought i am the one you've been waiting?”

“i am not waiting for him.”

“oh. him. a guy.”

“whatever. stop bugging me at 12.”

“a'ight. a'ight. next time look at the caller id before answering the call to make you less disappointed, na?”

“yeah, yeah. whatever.”

toot.

“why isn't he calling? it's almost two weeks since he last called.”

“is he busy?”

“why am i thinking about that? i don't even know him.”

“but hmp. that jimmy! i really can't stop bumping into him. i hate it.”

“no, i hate him!”

“but why do i hate him?”

“is it because of the kiss?”

“shit, tommy. stop thinking about the kiss.”