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Grabbed the wrong Phone meme.

Oops, this isn't my phone! Meme

It's happened once or twice right? Crowded place, lots of people, and there are always those popular phones it seems everyone has. You suddenly realize you are late, or someone you are avoiding comes in.

You rush out grabbing your phone! Except you get to your destination and realize OOPS! It isn't your phone.

What do you do? Do you rush back hoping the person you were next to is still there? Do you have to try and find an important number to get a message to them? Or hey call your phone and hope they answer?

Pick a scenario below and run with it.

1. First contact: Get a hold of the person!
2. Set up a meet and switch phones!

Do you just hand them off, or strike up a conversation? Do you make a new friend? Or do you meet Cranky McCrankyson?

It's all in the fun of finding out!

Enjoy (hopefully)!

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[You'd better believe that Melissa's going through phone contacts (and maybe even texting a couple) to figure out whose phone this is. The sooner she can return it, the less guilty she'd feel about accidentally taking it!

Her phone, on the other hand, is an older smartphone, with a patterned phone case that actually does look like it belongs to a mom versus some teenager.]

[Garrett's may not be from this world, and it may be loud and full of technology he's never seen before, but the one thing he's got on his side: he's a teenager. Since teens and phones go together like peanut butter and jelly, he is slowly figuring this strange little box out.

He's still not entirely sure what this device does (and why does it keep beeping?), but he knows numbers are involved. Once he finally figures out the keys, he punches in the only number he knows: his own. When Melissa answers, she's going to be hearing a lot of grumbling in a language that clearly doesn't sound like English.]

[What language is this guy even speaking? It's nothing Melissa's ever heard of, and she's heard a lot of languages over the years. She stares blankly at the phone, almost tempted to hang up on it.

Almost. Because frankly, she kind of wants her phone back to.] Hi? Look, I'm sorry, I'm not... whoever owns this... but I'd really like to get it back to him - to her? - as soon as possible.

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[Oh good. Someone had picked up. The grumbling pauses and then peculiarly-accented voice comes on. At least he knows English.]

So, this belongs to you? You must have the one that belongs to I.

I think so, yeah. [She stares at the phone again, as if it'll magically tell her the answer. Honestly, Garrett's accent is the most normal thing she's heard all day.] Hey, do you know where the coffee store at [location] is?

I can meet you there after my shift ends in 20 minutes, if you're anywhere in the area.

I will find it. I am not far. [Who needs GPS when you've got enhanced sense of smell and hearing? After one wrong turn and a car that had to screech to a halt when he crossed the street, he finds the coffee shop. Everyone is giving the teenager who looks like he escaped from Comic-Con a wide berth as he munches on a very large lemon Danish.]

[When Melissa arrives, she's not really sure what she expected, but she sure didn't expect... whoever this kid was. Wasn't Halloween a little ways off?

If she hadn't seen a werewolf up close and in person, she would've guessed that this kid was one. Ignoring the stares of the other patrons, she walks over to him and holds out his phone.] Nice costume. I'm guessing this is yours, Mr. Wolf?

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Mister Fox, actually. [It's a common misconception, unless Garrett is standing right next to his brother, who actually does wear a wolf skin. He hands Melissa's phone to her.] And not a costume. Not really. Name is Garrett. Thank you for the return.

It's not? [Color her surprised. Now that she's got her phone back, Melissa breathes a sigh of relief before she looks the kid over. He's pretty young - younger than Scott - and while she's sure he can handle himself, she can't help pressing her lips together and looking just a bit worried.]

Well, thank you for bringing me my phone back, Garrett. You're... not from around here, are you?

Mmmm, nope. More like, uh... [He gives a shrug.] Cannot explain it right. Do not have the right words.

[He grins at Melissa's second question.] What showed it? Not wearing shoes? [Limited as his abilities with the language barrier are, he can still make a joke. He's been extremely aware of the stares he's been getting from the people since he ended up in this strange place.]

[That's understandable. She thinks. Sometimes English is pretty hard, especially if you're not from around here.

The kid's accent is kind of endearing, as strange as he is.] Yes, of course. That's the only thing that'd give you away. [She laughs goodnaturedly, reaching in her purse for a $20.]

Here, let me treat you to some coffee if you haven't had any yet.

[He gives her a grateful smile. He doesn't like charity, but Garrett reasons that he got her phone back to her, so coffee wouldn't go amiss.]

Would 'preciate it greatly, ma'am.

It's really the least I could do. [She turns towards the counter to place their order.] Some kids would've run off with my phone and sold it on Ebay.

[Wait...] You know what Ebay is, right?

[He shakes his head no ruefully.]

No idea. They do not have that where I'm from.

[As well as a whole lot of other things, but he's slowly learning about this strange new world.]

You have a phone, but you don't have Ebay. What, do you guys live in the past? [As much as Melissa enjoyed growing up in the 80's and 90's, she kind of enjoys online shopping a bit too much to let it go.]

[Garrett laughs softly, a smooth sound that suggests he doesn't have things to find humorous as often as he'd like to in his life.]

Yes, it is like that. A very, very different place. [He pauses.] It sounds crazy. All else think so.

I can't blame them. Compared to here, it certainly sounds different... [She tilts her head to the side slightly.]

Are you gonna go back anytime soon? [Is it even possible for him to?]

I might. Just need to find the right, uh, door. And, uh, the key. [Those aren't the right words, but they're the closest ones he has.]

Stuck here till I find 'em.

Oh.

... If you're stuck here for a while, why don't you come back to my place for dinner? I'm sure my son won't mind. [Plus, uh, she might be able to find him some clothes that don't look as if he'd come straight from Comic-Con. ~~Not that she knows any better about the pelt.~~]

[He scuffs his bare feet for a moment, teenage pride wrestling with the undeniable knowledge he's all alone in this world. Finally, he looks up and nods.]

Yes. Will do. But do not want food for nothing. Can do something in exchange. [The words charity case hangs unsaid.]

[It doesn't need to be said! Melissa gets the hint loud and clear.] Of course. Scott's been kind of slacking on chores lately, so I don't think he'd mind if you helped out tonight.

[The better question was when her kid would show up, thanks to him being a werewolf that wandered all over town at odd hours of the night. God, she knew he did important work but it never stopped her from worrying.]

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That suits I right down to the ground. Much obliged, ma'am. [Garrett gives Melissa a grateful smile. There's a great and wonderful sense of comfort in finding kindness in such a place as this strange new world.]

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Grabbed the wrong Phone meme.

Melissa McCall | Teen Wolf

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I am so sorry! Life ate me

No problemo. I know that feeling well!

♥

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gldjkfgl; Garrett...

>:}

she might just want to take him home...

He just might follow like a little lost puppy.

I don't think she'd object to that!

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Sorry again for the slow ;;

Slides in on the late train...

it's a pretty cool place to be, so i can't blame you

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