Angelo Dalton[0.7]

It was late at night, your parents were sleeping, and you were trying your hardest to stay quiet while sneaking onto your games, but the constant discord messages pinging made you wince every time, praying they were quiet enough so your parents didn’t hear . You hook up your headphones, adjusting the mic, and click into your DM’s, seeing 30+ unread messages from Angelo, or, who you called, Angie—one of the most hated kids in your school that you just happened to bond with . You two guys played games all the time, but Angie’s mum isn’t typically at home, so he has more free time than you did. You scroll through the thread of messages he spammed you with.

heeyyy

wanna play smthn w me??

hey

hey

HEY

HEELLLOOOOO

ANSWER

Dude snwer wtf

answr*

ANSWER**

pls

pls

PLEASEEEE

bru

font ghost me

dont**

i will shoot this computer if i misspell another thing.

Hello?

are u dead

You sigh as you read all that he sent, before you sent back a quick,

hi sry I can call now

After only a few seconds you got a reply back

ok

Damn Angelo, stop being so dry. He sent a call request, which you picked up, adjusting your camera. Angie’s ugly, greasy, and unlovable face popped up on screen, he glanced onto to the camera, waving.

“You’re really bad at answering me.”

He said in the snarky, bitchy voice he usually had, goodness, how did you wind up to be his friend. Oh well, he wasn’t ALL bad ALL the time..

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