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bzzzzt....
That's your mobile ringing.
bzzzzzzt.......
Are you going to get that? It may be important, you tell yourself.
bzzzzzzzzzt.....
With a frustrated sigh, you reach into your pocket and pull out your buzzing mobile. It's only a bloody tweet. Since you made the effort to get the damn thing out, you decide that you might as well take a look at it. You unlock your screen and press the little blue icon.
Tom Hiddleston (@twhiddleston)
I'm going to regret this, eventually... (XXX) XXX-XXXX
You stare at it, reading and re-reading until your eyes water. What just happened? You shake your head, as if doing so will clear your mind; but you're not an Etch-a-Sketch. That can't really be his telephone number, can it? If so, you joke to yourself, that man is off his head. His mobile will never stop ringing! That aside, it's probably not real.
You jot down the number anyway.
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It's been a week now, and people still can't stop talking about Tom Hiddleston giving his mobile number out on Twitter. Turns out it really is the real thing - some people have actually gotten through! You, however, being the skeptic you are, haven't made a single attempt.
Ever since the number was verified, you've had to restrain yourself from making the call. I mean, what would you say? You can't just ring him and ask him for a shag, that'd get you a nice restraining order. You probably would be too star struck to say anything at all! You'd just sit there and hyperventilate into the phone; or worse, start crying out of anxiety. Better not to humiliate yourself, you think.
Despite all the things you tell yourself in order to keep from calling the number, you still have this nagging urge to give it a shot. You tell your best mate about this, and she suggests a text. You have to admit, it does sound less intimidating.
When you finally give up and decide to do it, you're lying in bed at two in the morning. This internal argument is keeping you awake and it needs to stop. One little text won't end the world, right? With a confirming nod of your head, you reach over and take your mobile from your nightstand.
To: (XXX) XXX-XXXX
Are you regretting it yet?
Your thumb hovers over the SEND button for a moment.
"I'm going to regret this," you mutter to yourself. Holding your breath, you press.
-Message Sent-
There. You exhale and set your phone back down. Rolling over, you shut your eyes, a satisfied smile on your face. Now you can sleep in peace.