I was sitting on the bus on the way home, reading a book, and then this random crumpled up piece of paper came down and plopped onto my book.
At first, I thought it was a spitball, cause that particular part of the book was when someone got hit by a spitball. Then I realized that the paper wasn't wet.
I had no idea where it came from and how it came from directly above me, so I just kinda held onto it and pretended I didn't get it. Then I opened it with one hand under the book and looked at it.
A phone number.
No name, nothing but a phone number.
Probably a mistake.
Cause if that was for me, whoever that is out there, I don't care.
I don't care about you. Sorry, but I don't.
And I don't even have texting, so if you're thinking I'm going to text you, then you'll be sitting with your little phone waiting for nothing.
But then again, it probably wasn't even for me at all.
I hope it wasn't.
