Awsten's pov:
I rolled over in bed to the sound of my phone vibrating.
I wasn't interested in talking to anyone. After coming home from Jawn's I felt totally and completely drained.
Rubbing my eyes I grabbed my phone and checked the time.
7:30 pm
"Fuckkkkkkkkk," I groaned. I couldn't have been sleeping for more than an hour, and already I was back to my miserable reality. "Whoever the fuck just woke me up is so dead," I mumbled to myself, unlocking my phone.
Otto Wood. Who was Otto Wood? Nice name. Easy to remember.
It was strange though, the last time someone followed me on Twitter was probably 5 years ago.
I clicked on his profile.
His profile picture was cute, it was him posing next to a cardboard cutout of Mikey Way. He had a really nice smile, it practically took up all of his face.
His bio:
"Mentally dating Mikey Way (please don't tell my fiancé)"
I couldn't help but smile. He was cute. His words were cute. But I couldn't help but think about the word fiancé. Cute guy was engaged.
"Life really isn't fair," I muttered to my cat, Jet.
His location:
Texas
"Fuck."
