Can't Help Falling In Love... (Clown x Gummy)

~Rage Quit~

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲! 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 :𝟯

𝐆𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐏𝐎𝐕🍭

"Shit!" I lost another game of flicker, this time I was the murderer. Although it was blatantly obvious I killed jean, I tried my best to blame it on somebody else. The chat flooded with "gg" but no, it was NOT a good game. It was a very bad game.

Maybe I'm just a sore loser, but does that matter to me? Hell no. I needed to get my mind off of this dreadful loss. I decided to talk up my crush...

ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ🤡💕

2:54 PM

ᴍᴇ

Hey can we make out 😘😩

ᴄʟᴏᴡɴ🤡💕

How did you get my number

ᴍᴇ

Yes or no? 🤔

ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ💕😩

Who are you??

ᴍᴇ

Oh my bad

I'm gummy

ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ💕😩

No.

3:01 PM

hello?

so can we make out?

HELLO??

ERROR 404: This number cannot receive your messages, try asking this recipient to re-add your number. 

sigh blocked again. when will they ever return my deep love for them...?

An idea popped in my head, I remembered I wrote down his address! This was the perfect opportunity to finally ask him out!

Now, where did I keep that pesky paper? I decided to look through the drawers which were filled with pictures I saved up of him. They were so beautiful... I couldn't resist taking a photo and saving it for later. 

I soon found out that the paper was in the wrong drawer, I believe I threw it in with my collection of clown's trash he decided to throw away (which is also mixed in with a couple of locks of their hair) I dug through the drawer rummaging for the paper. Aha! Found it.

Their house was only a couple of blocks away, that's fine with me. I would walk 100 miles to see them.

I walked over to my door, ready to face the world and confront my crush! But I was stopped.

The mirror next to my door reflected off of my disgusting features. I had Hot Cheeto dust and Sprite spilled over my grey sweater. This simply would not do to face my beloved, I must change.

I looked through my closet and my eyes settled on a bright baby blue button-up shirt with an atrocious pink tie to go with it. I swooped my golden brown hair to the side and looked in the mirror. I was ready to go. I slipped on some slacks and a backpack and ushered my way out the door.

(Word Count - 390)