Wrong Number · Y/n story by @broookiie

The buzz of your phone was an unwelcome intrusion into the quiet of your evening. You were curled up on the couch, a blanket over your legs, trying to lose yourself in a book. The screen glowed brightly against the dim room.

dylanobrien

hey, you still coming? or did you get lost on the way to your own party?

You stared at the message. The area code was Los Angeles. You lived in Portland.

dylanobrien

don't tell me you bailed. i specifically told them to get the good tequila.

Another buzz, this one accompanied by a photo. It was a slightly blurry, candid shot of a handsome, dark-haired man making a ridiculous, cross-eyed face at the camera, a half-empty bottle in his other hand. He was undeniably attractive, even while pulling a face.

dylanobrien

see? it's waiting for you. get your ass over here.