meme } { call me beep me if you wanna reach me

[iluvroadrunner6]

I stole this from plurk, and technically it will be going back to plurk, but I'm posting it here so I don't have to plurk paste. I'm lazy like that.

SO. HERE'S THE GIST. You respond to this comment with two characters, a voicemail or text, and a verse (if applicable) and I will give you context. These are pretty much guaranteed to be crack in any shape or form, but if you give me something serious it could be serious too.

Just comment here -- you can put more than one in each comment if you like -- and I will give you drabbles.

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i ... don't even know myself.

[braveandstupid]

Elena frowns down at the text in her hand before making her way down the hallway to Bonnie’s locker. It’s not that she hadn’t gotten strange texts from her best friend before, but she at least usually knows where the line of thought is coming from. This one doesn’t make any sense at all, and she figures it’s better to address this in person.

“Sprinkles?”

“Yeah,” Bonnie says turning to face her. “It’s probably one of the weirdest conversations we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing—when were we talking about sprinkles?”

“Last night?” Bonnie gives Elena more of a look, trying to figure out what she’s getting at. “We talked almost all night?”

“No, we didn’t. I was passed out all night. I fell asleep around eight and didn’t wake up until this morning.”

Bonnie crosses her arms in front of her chest, before reaches for Elena’s phone. She pushes the buttons for a moment, before showing her a list of text messages that were clearly made last night, but Elena knows that she’s clearly asleep. Something is up here. Elena takes the phone back, and starts reading through them.

“I didn’t send any of these.”

“If you didn’t, who did?”

There’s a beat, before they both respond at the same time.

“Damon.”

Elena sighs, running her hand through her hair. “I think you might want to ask him why you were talking about sprinkles.” A beat. “Also, why he felt he had to use my phone.”

“Believe me, I’ll do a whole lot more than that,” Bonnie sighs, before the both push away and head back into the hallway. “Though good to know I wasn’t going completely insane and making up text conversations.”

“Yeah. At least there’s that.”