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@hayden-sucks
Ring. [Self Para]
Hayden had been in L.A for less than a week before all the calls started to ring in. It'd been a year since last seeing him. Why was he now contacting him? Hayden couldn't explain, nor did he want to.. But it confused him the most is how he got his number. Hayden changed everything, from a cell phone number to address. Ring ring. The sound went off with a small buzz echoed through the room. He'd made the mistake of answering it once. Ring. Hayden stared as the number flashed across his screen. It scared him, not knowing what would happen next.. After the constant calling. Hayden was worried about being on the show. Worried about being found, and worried about being hurt once more. ''Stop calling.'' Hayden said, curled up. The next day he would have no choice but to change his number again. The brown haired boy, leaned over and took the smartphone in his grasp after the final ring. ''Thank you.'' He praised the phone, smiling. It wasn't long before another buzz sounded off. One new voicemail.
Promise?
Promise!
*blushes*
It's true!
Their address.
Then maybe they'll stop being nosey.
*giggles* what, I hope you don’t think I’m a bad singer since that’s what I want to do with my life
Oh god, you're the worst singer I've ever heard!
[Smiles] Kidding.. You're really good, Robin.
And then their mother’s full name and date of birth.
What school they went to.
*recognises song and starts singing it*
[looks over at him and laughs softly]
Let’s do it.
Starting with their full name and date of birth.
okay no problem *turns and starts to brush paint onto the wall*
[does the same, humming softly]
They really need to learn their boundaries. They’re either being too nosey or boring as hell.
We should ask them nosey questions..
The camera crew has been following me all day asking me ridiculous questions like why I have a bruise on my face and why I didn’t tell them I was going to go out and get in a fight because that would’ve been great for the viewers to watch. It’s annoying. I didn’t even get in a fight. I was flailing around in my sleep and hit myself. Jeez.
Man, they saw the scar on my back and asked me a billion questions about it. I enjoy chatting, but no need to be nosey.
Well she’ll be back later if you want
[Nods] Alright, but I'll have to step out for a bit. [he smiled] But I can't wait.
Okay— please don’t get mad at me for telling you this, but there is something on your face.
Is it a piece of lettuce or nah?
So sorry you couldn’t meet monkey today I figured since I was painting the room she should go to the child minder
Ah, there's always next time, right?
Yeah but you’re welcome again *smiles and dips his brush in the paint*
Ah, forgot. [He smiled a bit and let his fingertips run across the bristles]
Okay great *smiles and picks up a paint brush*
[picks up a brush] Did I ever thank you for the coffee?