Texting
Danny threw the cellphone onto his bed before pacing around with his hand repeatedly running through his hair, quietly muttering all the while.
"Should I or should I not. Maybe I should wait, or am I the one supposed to start it? ARGH! This is so stupid. It's not like I plan an actually phone call. Come on Fenton, just tap out the stupid message and press send. Nothing near as hard as my math homework."
Stopping and turning sharply towards the source of his grief, the halfa glares before he takes a deep breath and pick the mobile back up.
And about to texting the darn things vibrates at him, causing him to nearly chuck it into the closest wall. A hand on his chest as he forces himself to calm down he sees the received text and click it open.
- I'm bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.
From your ghostly author.
Danny couldn't figure out how but that small little text got him laughing. So hard in fact that he ended up on the floor, never knowing if it was due to the text being exactly what he thought of writing, or if it was because the Ghostwriter had just admitted to being bad at starting a text of any sort.