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Oliver | Stella | Caleb
*I n c o m i n g C a l l*
* Stella.*
Where have you been!?
Uh, with my girlfriend. Which by the way, is none of your business, woman.
Excuse me?
Excused.
Where is Oliver?
You've dialled the wrong number, miss.
You know, Caleb, I would know if I had dialled the wrong number. Now give the goddamn phone to Oliver.
Wait! How the hell do you know my name?
It's quite simple. Oliver doesn't have many friends.
That's not true! How can you-
You're his only close friend, besides your girlfriend. But he can't help it, the package comes together.
Hey! That's my girl you're talking about.
And she's amazing, now can you please give the phone to Oliver?
He's not here.
You're lying.
How would you know?
Because he didn't show up at work. And before you ask how I know that, I'm at the cafe right now.
Oh.
Yeah, 'oh Now give him the fucking phone.
Geez. Fine. Sorry dude, you got busted.
You're of no fucking use.
I'm your goddamn best friend who has saved your ass-
Give me a break, Cal.
You're as sour as her. Deserve each other.
Shut the door when you go out.
Fine, grumpy.
Hello?
The fuck Oliver Thomas. I've left you 7 messages and 4 voicemails.
Alright. So?
Are you serious?
Yes.
You wanna play the 'I don't give a fuck card', be my guest. Just know that, I can play it better than you.
....................
Cat got your tongue?
Fuck you.
Already did.
Worse time of my life.
That's bullshit. It was the best fucking lay of your life, boy.
Why have you called me, Stella?
Uhh, because I can?
You can't just do this.
Do what?
Be with another guy and call me.
I'm sorry, what?
You go out dressed like a fucking diva to a posh restaurant, and then you expect me to be okay with it? I'm not.
Wow...I'm sorry.
Look, it's okay. You can see other guys, I don't really care, I just thought... fuck it.
Oliver?
Stella, I really can't talk to you...I've to go.
No! Oliver wait!
What now?
I...I didn't go on a date.
What?
It was a family get together.
You didn't... say anything.
You didn't even give me the chance!
Right. Sorry.
Yeah, you better be.
Will make-up sex make it better?
It depends.
On what?
How fast you can get to the cafe.
What if I tell you I'm outside.
Then chances are that, you're halfway through your forgiveness.
Come out, baby.
*C a l l E n d e d. <19:16>*
"Oliver."
"Hey sweetheart."
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Talk Juicy To Me
Short StoryWhen Oliver Thomas calls his best friend to tell him about the best lay of his life, he doesn't expect a girl to answer it. Much less the girl who was the best lay of his life. "Hel-" "Holy shit. Where the hell were you dude? I've been trying to c...
