Mystery Guy || Cassidy
Hey Mystery Guy.
Hello Cassidy. How's it going?
Not too bad actually.
That's good. How did the job interview go?
I took your advice and I think I may have actually got it.
Awesome! I hope you get it!
Thank you, I am really excited and nervous. So lets not talk about that right now. Any more clues on who gave the box?
Okay, I understand that. I already told you. I know who its from.
Then why won't you tell me.
Because I don't know for sure.
Do you want to bounce your ideas off of me? I can help you then.
No.
Why not.
The reason I started this is to help you. Not for you to help me. Plus I don't know how you will react.
Jeez. Is that how you really feel?
What's so bad about it?
Its making me feel worthless, like I am stupid for trying to help you with something.
I didn't mean for it to come out that way.
Yeah, but it did.
I'm sorry.
Okay.
That obviously doesn't mean you forgave me.
True.
What do you want me to do, sweetheart?
Don't call me that.
Why not? I've been calling you sweetheart for like the past week and there hasn't been any complaints until now.
I know.
Then what can I call you?
Cassidy.
No. I already told you, I want my own nickname. One no one else calls you.
Oh well.
Did I really upset you that much?
I don't know. What do you think?
Since I know this isn't going to be solved soon. I have a favor for you. Have a positive attitude.
What the heck are you talking about? Why do I need to? Never mind. Goodnight, ttyl.
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Mr. Pick-Me-Upper (REWRITE)
Short StoryCompleted. Rewritten story telling of my book, Mr. Pick-Me-Upper. "Keep your head up Princess, your tiara is falling." "Did you really try to comfort me with that line?" "Well. Is it working?" "What do you think? No, it's not." ••• When Cass...
