A/N: OK SO I ORIGINALLY WROTE THIS AS A FIFTH HARMONY STORY BUT I WANTED TO CHANGE IT AND POST IT ON HERE TOO.
New York
Dani's Pov:
"Hello?"
I mutter into the phone, it smashed against the side of my face with one hand as I scroll through my tumblr dashboard with the other.
What I didn't expect was an unfamiliar voice to fill my ears going on about something crazy.
"BRITTANY YOU SERIOUSLY DON'T UNDERSTAND MY LOVE FOR PIZZA! LITERALLY WHY DO THAT TO ME I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU CRAZY LITTLE SHIT" she screams and laughter is bubbling in my throat because of this girl.
Who goes that insane over pizza? I mean, I have had better food such as that heavenly chicken from that new restaurant down the street.
When I don't reply to her, she continues and I am actually just sat here listening to her ramble on to herself.
"You should of seen the looks that stupid bitch Miss tit face gave me! Crazy old woman was all like 'SANTANA YOU NEED THERAPY' so I was all 'CALM YOUR NIPPLES YO I JUST WANT THE FREE PIZZA'"
Okay, so what is with this girl and who the hell is she?
Never have I heard somebody like her and it is actually quite entertaining to listen to her.
I know that I should probably stop her and just tell her that she has the wrong number, but I just can't bring myself to do so and I have no idea why.
She is just endearing and I want to hear more, even if it is stupid since I don't even know her.
"You suck so fucking bad! I have detention for two weeks now! What is coach going to think of that? I am literally going to shave off your hair when you're sleeping and give it to Sierra for her dolls."
This time, all of the laughter that is threatening to escape from my throat explodes from me and I burst into a fit of giggles.
"Wait, holy shit who is this?"
Her voice wavers and I know that she is probably embarrassed right now.
"I think you got the wrong number sweet cheeks" I answer her, still giggling slightly at the situation.
"Oh fuck not again" I hear her mumble before the line goes dead.
I jump at the beeping noise and pull my phone away from my ear.
She hung up.
Ohio
Santana's Pov:
I bite my lip.
So fucking stupid.
How the hell did I manage to call the wrong person…AGAIN?
Just like always, I embarrass myself to a complete fucking stranger.
Way to fucking go Lopez.
That is probably why my only friends are Brittany and Quinn. They are the only people that have gotten used to my weirdness, well used to it slightly anyway.
To- Wrong number girl
Sorry, wrong number I guess.
-S
I send the message and then make sure I type in Brittany's number extra carefully this time.
She picks up after the third ring.
"What is it? This girl is try to sleep" she mutters and I almost growl down the phone.
She acts as though she did nothing.
"BRITTANY SUSAN FUCKING PIERCE I AM GOING TO SET YOUR MOTHER FUCKING HAIR ON FIRE! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU ASS? YOU ARE BUYING ME 50 PIZZAS OTHERWISE IMMA HURT YOU"
Yeah, so maybe you have kind of figured out that I love pizza.
How could you not though? It it like tasting friggin heaven in your mouth.
Brittany laughs.
Who this bitch be laughing at? Does she want to die?
"Now you have the nerve to laugh? Holy shit Brittany you better sleep with your eyes open for the rest of the year" I say before hanging up and rolling my eyes because she probably thinks that I am joking.
Hell no, nobody messes with me and my love for pizza.
My phone buzzes and I expect it to be Brittany, but I blush when I see that it is the girl I accidentally called instead.
I'm shocked that she is even texting me back, nobody ever does.
From- Wrong number girl
Its okay, there is no need to apologize; you are actually really funny and made my day a whole lot better so thank you.
-D
I smile at her message.
What the fuck.
I don't even know her and I am smiling like an idiot while texting her.
To- Wrong number girl
I am glad you found it entertaining listening to me make a dick out of myself. I am still pissed by the way.
-S
God, I am so embarrassed and humiliated even though I don't even know the girl.
She most likely thinks I am crazy and need to get a therapist like my man like teacher Miss fuck head does.
From- Wrong number girl
You are very creative may I say, I mean come on, Miss tit face? Bravo.
-D
I couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not but then I roll my eyes because that was the shittiest name I have ever came up with.
And trust me, I have come up with a lot of shit ones.
To- Wrong number girl
Are you making fun of me? You know I could easily shave off your hair too.
-S
From- Wrong number girl
How? You know nothing about me or where I am.
-D
I scowl, knowing that she is right but I know that I want to get to know her and where about in the world she lives. I don't know why I want to, but I do and can't help but giggle.
This whole thing is stupid, what am I even doing? This girl could be a crazy stalker pedophile.
Why am I talking to her still?
Why didn't I just leave it after she text me back?
To- Wrong number girl
Fine, what is your name mystery girl?
-S