well, here we are. everything is inside 😌
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socks ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
flashbacks are ~ and italics (always, remember this)
"Hey Socks," I gently call my cat, sitting down on the floor as she comes over and rubs her cheek against my hand.
Yes, my cat is named Socks. It's a... weird story but I had no better names and she looks like she had socks on, little white paws. I got her a years ago, after my old fish, R.I.P Chips, died. As you can see I'm very good at naming pets. But I was lonely, I live alone and she was cute and not to mention a rescue. And by that I mean I found her in a cardboard box, and kept her.
She makes for nice company, she's always very cuddly, at least with me. When I have visitors she's feral and likes to jump on their heads, which is funny. In a sad way she's kind of my best friend.
It had been three whole days since I had made The Deal, though it seemed like only a few hours ago.
Yet at the same time you could tell. For example, if you were to search up Alexander Hamilton, the next thing to come up would be Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens dating. Which is awful grammar, might I add. But trust me, when you click it, its a long rabbit hole. God, I don't know how he does it, but Laurens got the word out fast. Its everywhere. I'm glad I never leaked my phone number, because could you imagine. I've had to start keeping curtains shut and being careful when opening the door; it's a nightmare.
All of a sudden my phone rang, a small tune buzzing out from my jumper pocket. My ringtone is a very old song, from a musical before WW III, called Miranda. I couldn't find a recording of it anywhere, but I managed to find a few songs and set my favourite as my ringtone.
I take it out and see it's an unknown number. Shit, I hope my number didn't actually get leaked.
I answer it hesitantly, yet smoothly saying "Hello?"
"Oh thank god Hamilton, I didn't think you would pick up. My phone's been ringing like crazy, hasn't yours?" I blink for a second at this persons confidence, before registering it was John.
Oh.
How had he got my number? He sounded so calm, like we had spoke a million times before.
"Well, no," I answer back, matching his tone, "I didn't give out my number."
"Mm, right," He mumbles under his breath and I smile to myself. "Anyway, my lawyer gave me your number and I thought I'd call you to run through my plan."
"Your plan?" I ask, frowning, sitting upright, all intent on listening.
"Well yes, you have to have a plan, you can't just wing these thing." He tuts slightly and I smirk.
"Oh, you can't?" I ask, hesitatingly teasingly.
"No of course you can't, there are so many things that could go wrong, one false move and suddenly half of America hates you. You gotta be careful."
