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"Oh I'm sorry, guess I have the wrong number. Sorry to disturb you. Yes, I'm sorry that I woke you up. Yes, oh okay thanks for telling me to fuck myself. Mhm ok ok bye."

Trish angrily ended the call and groaned. That was probably the 200th number she called, give or take a few. There was probably a better way to figure out the weird boy's number than to call every possible number combination, but you know, whatever. Trish crossed out a few numbers before dialing the next number.

Why hopelessly spend 3 hours dialing numbers? Simple.

Trish knew that Ally hasn't had a decent boyfriend in a long time. In fact, her last boyfriend was a complete asshole.

Just a clarification for guys, it is NOT okay to feed a girl sushi from the gas station on the first date. Just ew.

She knew that Ally deserved better, and from what she had said about that blonde boy, he seemed so genuine and dorky. And that's just what Ally needed. She needed a nice guy, instead of a guy who makes her throw up on the first date.

Shudder.

Trish held the phone up to her ear as she waited for the person to pick up. She glanced at the clock. 12:08 AM. If that boy was asleep right now, he was a real dud. When the person finally picked up, she plopped her head in her hand.

"Hi, sorry to bother you, but by any chance are you a strange blonde boy who gave his number to my best friend in a car?" She waited for a second before hearing the person hang up.

"Ugh bitch," she mumbled under her breath. It was the best greeting she could come up with. It wasn't like she was gonna beat around the bush about it. She wanted answers, and she wanted them now. She groaned as she poured herself another cup of coffee.

"Ally better bake me a huge fucking batch of cookies after this," she thought silently as she dialed the next number.

/

"So Austin, what did the doctor say to you?"

His mother had been pestering him all day about the small conversation he had with Dr. What's His Face. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his water.

"Nothing mom, he just told me that I wasn't crazy," he replied. He set his glass down in the kitchen before sitting down in the living room.

"Oh really? Then why exactly were you acting so dumb this morning?" His mother questioned impatiently.

"Maybe cause I was with you," Austin replied in a small whisper, silently wishing she hadn't heard it.

His mother leaned closer to him. "I'm sorry what was that?"

Austin shook his head, already bored by this conversation. "Nothing mother," Austin said slightly sarcastically. She just huffed and put her hands on her hips.

"Well fine then. Go to bed already. It's already midnight and you have to work tomorrow at the store," his mom said.

Austin groaned loudly. His parents owned a mattress store. Yes, a mattress store. He hated working shifts there because it was just downright embarrassing, especially those stupid costumes and accents that his parents used during their commercials. Most of the time, Austin would just hide behind the counter until his shift was over.

"But I hate working there! I'm probably gonna mess up the inventory or something!" Austin whined.

His mother rolled her eyes. "Oh please, they're mattresses. You can't mess that up. And besides, it's Sunday so it'll only be like a six hour shift." Austin opened his mouth to say something else, but he just shook his head and stood up.

"Whatever," he said. He walked towards the stairs after throwing a small "goodnight" to his mom. She can be the most irritating woman in the world, but he knows that she cares, and that's all that matters.

He plopped himself onto his bed and checked his phone. No new messages. Of course. The only person that texted him was his best friend Dez. Apparently, his parents were too cool for him.

That was the point when Austin realized that he had poured out his story to a doctor whose name Austin still didn't know, but hadn't told his best friend yet.

Oops.

He immediately texted Dez.

Text me back ASAP.

He put his phone down as he got ready for bed. He didn't expect a reply from Dez because he was the type of guy to go to bed early, which is probably why he had so much energy all the time.

He began was in the middle of scrolling through his pictures when he got a call from an unknown number. Huh.

He scrunched his eyebrows together. The location was also in Miami, so it was close. "Probably just a wrong number," he had thought.

He hesitantly answered the call and put the phone up to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi, look I've been doing this all night, so I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Are you a weird blonde boy that gave his number to my best friend through the car window this morning?" A bored tone replied.

His eyes widened.

Blink.

Blink.

Um.

Oh.

He didn't think that she had actually gotten all of his number. He muttered a few string of words before clearing his voice. "Um yeah actually, that was me."

The line was dead. The quite chatty girl did not mutter a word. He looked at the phone to check if she was on the phone. She was. He scrunched his eyebrows together. "Um hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Are you like punking me? If you are, cut the shit cause I really don't have the time for this." The voice suddenly said.

"Um no?" He said. Why did that brunette girl send her best friend to talk to him instead? Was he that bad?

"Are you lying to me right now?" She asked, sounding very urgent.

He shook his head. "Look I'm really-"

"Blink for yes and breathe for no." She requested. What?

"Uh, I-"

"Did you blink? I can't see you." She said. He looked at his phone. Maybe he should just hang up. He shook his head and put the phone back to his ear where he heard the girl ranting in Spanish.

What.

Now he was a relatively shy guy, but his annoyance began to bubble up. He curled his left hand in a lightly firm fist. "Ok look lady," He said in a firm voice, shutting off the girl's Spanish ramble," I don't know what you want from me, but I know damn sure that that guy was me. If your best friend is a really really pretty brunette girl who has some weird obsession for old 70's music, then I'm your guy. I mean who else gives their number to a girl through a fucking window? I mean if that's not the girl you're talking about, then calm down, shut the fuck up, and end the call so I can get some fucking sleep." He ended his rant.

His fist unraveled and his fingers began to run through his hair. His pacing had come to a halt before he sat down at the edge of his bed. He stayed silent for a few moments to wait for the girl's response. But there was nothing.

Silence.

None of them hung up.

After two minutes, the voice let out a long sigh and spoke again.

"So I'm Trish."

/

Sunday morning.

8:42 AM.

Ally was still asleep, and honestly, everyone in Miami should still be asleep. Even the birds were chirping, like that blissful shit in the movies. Her peace was rudely interrupted by someone opening her bedroom door rather loudly.

"Ally!" The voice yelled. The bedroom door slammed shut, so loud you could probably hear it from outside.

Ally woke from her groggy stage and blinked her eyes as her vision started to clear up. She rubbed her eyes furiously. As soon as she saw Trish's face, she groaned loudly and sat up. She pulled the covers over her legs. She faced Trish again and realized that she held up a small index card with a few scribbles on it. Ally covered her face with bother her hands as she groaned once again. "Oh god, what fresh hell is this," Ally said, raising one eyebrow.

Trish gave her a small smile as she waved around the card. "Oh I don't know, maybe the number of one odd young boy." She smirked as she tossed the card over to Ally.

Ally picked up the card by the top corner with disgust. "Trish, I don't want your leftovers okay?" She tossed the card to the foot of her bed and lied back down. Trish rolled her eyes and picked up the card again. She flicked it back to Ally and it landed on her stomach.

"It's not like that," Trish replied. She sat at the edge of Ally's bed. "Look, after last night, I took the napkins that we were brainstorming numbers on. It took like a million hours, but I finally found the boy who gave you his number," Trish explained.

Ally suddenly sat upright and grabbed the card. "Wait, so this is his number?" She asked. Trish nodded. Ally raised one eyebrow. "How can you be sure?"

Trish played with the ends of her hair. "I asked him. I basically wore him down until he blew up and described who you were and stuff," Trish said, "It was actually pretty funny."

Ally smiled a little as she admired the card. She looked back up at Trish and smiled brightly. "You really did all that for me?" She asked. Trish nodded and couldn't help but to grin at her.

"Ally you're my best friend and you deserve great things. I just want you to be happy." Trish replied sheepishly. Ally cooed and leaned over to give Trish a hug.

"I love you Trish," Ally mumbled softly. Trish pulled away and ruffled Ally's already messy hair.

"Love you too chica."

Ally played with her hair quietly. "So, what did he say about me?"

Trish let out a small chuckle. "He said that you were pretty. Really really pretty." Ally let out a small blush before looking down at her hands. "So," Trish pointed to the card in Ally's hand," Are you gonna call him now?"

Ally took a hard look at the card. She hadn't really had a guy give her his number before. Maybe that's why she felt so pressured and nervous. She had a bit more appreciation for guys now, realizing how they feel about calling the girl first.

Damn.

What's the worst that could happen?

She rolled her eyes playfully as she reached for her phone and dialed.

Unedited. Sorry.

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