"h-hello?" I say through the phone, fake crying and sniffling to Izzy,
"Y/n! Omg what's happened?" She replies, I have her right where I want her...
"please just come, im at my house, please.." I start fake sobbing down the phone, to make her rush over as quick as she can,
"okay be there in 3" she says, she seems panicky, I feel absolutely terrible, but she will be thanking me later on :)
I hang up on Izzy, she should be here any minute now... "Who was that?" Tommy asks, "Are you okay?!" Clay asks, "What's happening" toby (tubbo people, TUBBO) asks, must of fallen asleep whilst watching the film,
"y/n what the fuck, you can't fake cry to make someone come round" George rants on about how 'wrong I am to cry for attention' like wtf the disrespect-
"George, to start with, shut the fuck up whatever I do is in my life not yours, and don't complain, you will like whats happening" George actually gets on my nerves some times, so ya know, when u have the chance to prove him wrong, do it.
-time skip to when Izzy gets here cos lazy author-
izzy comes bursting through the door, not bothering to knock,
"y/n are u okay? Wait who are these people.." Izzy looks around the room staring at all the random people in our lounge, then looks at me and sees me snuggled up into clay, fuck just great-
"Bitch fuck you, not again. What did I fucking expect you always do this shit to me" she whines, she doesn't mean any of it, dw :)
"you don't mean any of that, you love me really, anyway your here because George looked a bit lonely" I say, giving her the eyebrows, she just looked at me confused.
"D.T.F.O.T.C" I say, she just gasps at my words and holds up the finger at me, fyi, and it means down to fuck on the counter, secret language ya know?
she gives in though and goes and snuggles up right into George, like proper on top of him, who's the fucking simp now hm?
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( a bit like this ^^^^ George n Izzy)
-clay pov-
dude how am I going to live here without simping, y/n is so pretty, even though she was crying this morning, she seems perfectly happy now, in my arms, or it could be the fact that she has other people to talk to...
