Ashurīcho tsuki seventeen ni rei rei rei jū ichi

Hillary watched as he wrote his number on her arm, attempting to keep a straight face. She had just gotten a famous- and hot- guy’s number. This only happened in really unrealistic movies that are on Disney Channel, right? Oh, and the one liner role-plays on lame ass websites. But those don’t count, right?

“Uhm, yeah, I w-will..” She mumbled. After reading the number maybe twice, she had remembered it. This is amusing considering she has a terrible memory.

She raked through her mind desperately in search for a topic to talk about on the phone with him… When would be a good time to call him, anyway? He’s a damn celebrity, he’s usually in the United Kingdom… speaking of which, why is he in a tiny little mall in Canada? This seemed like a rather viable question. Then she realized something quite important- he didn’t know her name. ‘God, you big, fat failure, Hil…’ she thought to herself.

She blinked herself back to reality, and noticed that by some miracle, Andrew was still there, petting Effi. Hillary sighed in relief, “Oh, by the way, my name’s Hillary. I forgot to tell you!” She said with a sudden sense of confidence.