Anonymous ¦Mia
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"Hi Bells!"

"Hey."

"You didn't call me jerk today? Is my tiny Unitato feeling sick? Aw.."

"Unitato? Is it even a word?"

"Yass... It is. In my dictionary. Just for you. It refers to a mixture of an unicorn and a potato. Just like you."

"You dumb head! Moron, idiot, nincompoop, jerk, zombie! Do you know how much I hate you for all this?"

"Aw... Bells is back again, I guess. So bells wouldn't you tell me your real name?"

"You already know that. Plus, you're still gonna call me Bells so there's no point. What's yours?"

"Haha, you're smart. And speaking of my name, why do you even want to know? So you can swoon over it all the time?"

"Shut up! You know how much pain do you give to mother earth? You should google 'good ways to die' and oh- die anyway."

"If I wanted to to die, I don't need google. I have you. I am already.."

"Hey! What is that suppose to mean?"

"Bells! Don't think I am whipped. It just if I wanted to die, I would've climbed your ego and jumped to your IQ, mah girl."

"Excuse me?"

"Excused, cupcake."

"Ew. Don't call me that. And speaking of my IQ, it's pretty high. Infact I am good at maths, GK or you know physics too."

"Okay let's have a question answer round? A real quiz to check how meritorious you are."

"You are challenging me?"

"Hell yeah. First question. What is the square root of 1188?"

"36."

"A healthy fruit with deadly seeds?"

"Apple."

"Longest word?"

"pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis."

"Did you you even say that?"

"Yes. And stop using Google for questions"

"How do you know?"

"I just do. It was expected from you. Next question."

"468 X 45 -23?"

"..."

"Tell me?"

"It takes time, you idiot. Is it 1037? Not really sure though."

"How would I know the answer? I just said it to confuse you."

"Jerk."

"Well let me use the calculator.... Umm.. you are right. Are you a calculator."

"No. I just take extra maths classes from Mrs. Ross."

"She's a boring lady."

"Shut up, it's my turn. What is your favorite subject?"

"You."

"I am not joking!"

"Neither am I."

"I am hanging up."

"Okay, I am sorry. I was kidding. So.. yeah, I am a pro at Chemistry."

"Let's see, Mr narcissist. State the double displacement reaction between Sodium sulphate and barium chloride."

"Sodium what?!?"

"Sodium sulphate. Just state the reaction."

"Oh! my! god!"

"What was that?!"

"The reaction."

"I swear- I mean whatever your name is jerk! I will kill you one day. I am so pissed. You are such a headache.... And don't you dare to laugh, you idiot."

"Shawn."

"What?"

"Call me Shawn. Shawn Mendes."

"You? Shawn? Shawn Mendes? My foot. Go and get yourself hit by a car, you jerk."

"Thanks for the the love, love. You can even call me Niall Horan or yeah, Louis Tomlinson. How about that?"

"I can kick you straight in the face. How about that? Looks like you've been stalking me. You know all my favorite singers."

"I know much more."

"You are creepy."

"You are a zombie."

"You are a moron."

"You are a Python!"

"I hate you!"

"I wish it could be mutual."