When 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...
"Okay, spill. What the fuck is going on between you and your fuckboy?"
"Judy...?"
"Yes, Turner. Now, spill."
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because my boyfriend is nursing Oliver since the past two days. I don't know about you...but I like to spend time with my man. And...also maybe, because I'm worried about that arse."
"Oh...it's nothing...I don't know."
"What happened?"
".............."
"You need to talk."
"Oliver said that this isn't just a one nightstand."
"What isn't?"
"This...whatever it is...our friendship."
"Friendship?"
"Ugh...relationship...I don't know. I don't know what to think or say, all I know is Oliver the fuckboy won't talk to me and it bothers me."
".................."
"Stop sighing."
"You need to talk to him."
"You think I don't know that?"
"Look, all I'm saying is he likes you..a lot. If it's not obvious enough for you, let me tell you Oliver doesn't usually talk continuously about the girls he randomly meets and fucks...but with you... it's different."
"What do you mean?"
"Stop playing dumb, it doesn't suit you."
"You are really demanding."
"I know that. Now get your ass here."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Turner. See you in 15."
"What in the w-"
*Disconnected*
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