Author: S.L. Montez PM
Texting the wrong number is a mistake that everybody has made. People know that they shouldn't talk to strangers, but some couldn't help themselves. However, Sydney and Charlie couldn't help themselves and decided to text each other even though they hardly know each other.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 19,068 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 10-12-12 - Published: 07-20-12 - id: 3043542
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Mon 20 Feb (1:28pm)
Hey, just so you know, I accidentally let in some neighborhood squirrels into your apartment (big mistake that was) and now I can't get them out. You may need to call animal control.
First question, who exactly are you? Second question, why did you let in some squirrels?
Whoops! Sorry about that. I just got a new phone and I'm trying to figure out how this works. Sorry about that.
To answer your other question, it was a prank that I was doing with my buddy. Let's just say it got out of hand.
Dude, you need help. One, squirrels carry diseases and two, you set them off in your friend's house.
I know squirrels carry diseases. I'm not in first grade, you know.
Plus, it was a prank. It's not like I led the squirrels to their doom.
I wanna know is why are you so interested in this?
Hey, I'm stuck in a boring classroom and the only entertaining thing that has happened was your text. Believe me; I'd rather text you than listen.
Pay attention, young grasshopper. You never know if this will be on the test.
Thank you, Master Po.
Mon 27 Fed (1:32pm)
I saw a squirrel three days ago running up a tree. It reminded me of you.
…The fuck are you?
I was the wrong number from last week.
You're that bored? Jeez, what does that guy teach you?
So you do remember me!
Anyway, he's teaching the basics of cooking. Snore fest.
Hey, cooking is delicious.
Dude, I've known this stuff since I was eight years old. It's pretty boring.
Plus, your number popped up in my histories and I wanted to text you and get a bit more info on the whole squirrel incident.
I don't know you. For all I know, you could be a psychopath.
You can cook? Why haven't we met before?
The fact that I have no idea who you are and where you're from.
And really? That's really all you can think about is food?
No, it's my name.
That isn't random at all.
Go back to your learning of the cooking. That way you can make me food.
I don't belong in the kitchen, jackass.
I didn't say that. Go back to your learning.
But I wanna read your story.
Sorry. Looks like story time is gonna happen some other time.
Hey that rhymed!
Mon 5 Mar (1:29pm)
Did you seriously just use my name?
Yes. How else am I suppose to get your attention?
By calmly saying that you wanted to text.
Also, I find it funny how we're always in our normal time slot.
Shut up, I'm bored.
Plus, being bored in this class is the only excuse for me to nag you about that squirrel story.
There isn't a story to it. I promise. Plus, I don't even know you.
That's my name. My name is Sydney.
That isn't random at all.
Plus, I'm the only one who gets to be clever here. Now tell me the squirrel story.
Fine. It was a lame prank that my buddy and I decided to do. We were supposed to do it on my ex-girlfriend, who dumped me for some beach boy, and they accidentally got loose in my buddy's apartment.
Jesus. Who's happy pills did you take in the morning.
Shut it! I'm supposed to be mad at you.
Keep telling yourself that.
Why am I telling you all of this? For all I know, you could be a serial killer. Or a rapist.
I swear, you worry about this stuff after you give out your name.
That's not how it's supposed to work.
Plus, you already wondered if I was a psychopath or not.
The fact you can remember that is scary.
I remember everything! Except birthdays.
Apparently, I suck at remembering names.
You're scary sometimes, you know that.
Plus, who remembers that stuff, anyways?
Whatever. It's something that I'm supposed to do anyways.
Seems pretty boring to me.
It is. Look, I have to go. Class is going to end pretty soon and my professor is
giving me a dirty look.
Hope it's a sexy dirty look.
Mon 12 Mar (1:09pm)
Hey there, Sydney.
May I help you?
Are you okay? You sound bitchy.
I almost got my phone taken away, thank you.
So excuse me if I sound bitchy.
…Are you PSMing?
Mon 19 Mar (1:16pm)
Sorry about last week.
You're gonna stop being a bitch?
Just be lucky that I don't know you. If I did, I probably would've kicked your ass.
I gotta remember that.
Plus, a friend of mine told me that is was a very dick move to ask if you were PMSing.
I'm sure I'll let you remember when you text me.
No hard feelings, right?
I deserved it anyway. I asked a dick question that I shouldn't have asked.
You're not gonna punch me, are you?
Just be lucky I don't know you when the special time comes.
I'm sure of it. Anyway, what are you learning right now?
What do you think?
It's the same that I've been learning for every Wednesday; the basics of cooking.
Is that why you're texting me? A random stranger from nowhere?
I've seen you're area code. You're not far from me.
Now I have my own personal stalker?
Shut it! I'm not a stalker. I meant that you and I happen to live close to each other.
Whatever. I just know my area codes is all.
Yet it still makes you sound like a stalker.
You need to know the definition of a stalker, I swear.
Whatever. Look, I have to go. My buddies and I are going to go somewhere fun.
Have fun, asshole!