Mike-U serious, you no I cant be serious 4 5 months!
Haylie- Srry bud, if u want me 2 be ur girlfriend, u got 2 not insult me, u cannot be mean 2 me, u got 2 be serious 4 5 months.
I tossed my phone on the passenger seat, then re-focused my eyes on the road, thinking What IF Mike could be serious for five months….nah, that cant be possible, it's Mike, a guy who can't shut up about himself, a guy who's annoying as hell, a cute guy…
I shudder at what I just thought, did I just say Mike was cute? I must be going crazy or something….yeah, that's it, I'm going crazy.
When I finally reached my hotel, I've noticed the staff there, were carrying roses to some place. "Well, I'm guessing someone is celebrating something." I said as I got out of my car, grabbed my stuff and walked inside.
I'd walked up to the desk and asked for my room key. The girl on the other side handed me my key, but it wasn't for my actual room, but hey, I get a free room…hope it's nice.
I walked into the elevator, when my phone started to vibrate again.
"Hello."
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"Hey Chrissy, what's up?"
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"Well, that's good, I'm still hanging in with Mike being a total jack ass."
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"You serious, no we're not going out."
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"Well, see ya some point."
As soon as I hanged up my phone, the elevator door opened, and I stepped out, looking for my room. When I did, I opened the door, stepped inside, and I found twelve roses on the couch.
"What the…" I said as I finally found a note along the flowers, and it said,
Here are twelve roses, eleven real, one fake, I will love you until the last one dies.
-Mike