Incoming Call from Hairy Pottery
"Who's Hairy Pottery?" George asked.
"Who else but Dream," you said as you pressed a button to allow your phone to connect to the Bluetooth you installed earlier.
"Where are you?!?" Dream asked. "You're no longer behind us. Don't tell me you went on I-75 north. You've only been gone from Florida for 2 years. You even have a GPS! And it's only been like 10 minutes or less!"
"Well, it's your fault for putting me in with people who haven't been to Florida at all! Besides Clay, I haven't been here in a long time. And the last place I drove at in Florida is more than 6 hours away."
"Hey Dream," Wilbur said.
"Yeah?"
"Did you know Lyra has you as Hairy Pottery?" Wilbur asked.
"WHAT!" Dream yelled. "Y/N I WILL KILL YOU!"
"Wilbur, shut up in the most respectful way," you hushed. "I could change it to Hairy Asswhole," you suggested.
Upon hearing that, Dream quickly hung up on the call.
"Why is he as Hairy Pottery?" George asked.
"Is it a Harry Potter reference?" Ranboo asked.
"I wouldn't be surprised if it was, Ranboo," Tubbo remarked.
"It's more related to a word association game I played with Drista once."
"I'm bored," Tommy remarked.
"Then do something not boring," Ranboo shrugged.
"Shut up, boob man," Tommy said.
Ranboo made weird noises that expressed his frustrations.
"I once searched 'is cereal soup?' because I was bored. And all that came back to me was 'cereal is cereal, soup is soup'. Another time I asked 'why is your face on my head' and google just quit. I'm telling you the truth. It's not even funny. Stop laughing you guys," Tubbo whined.
"Well, it's the internet. The internet is always unpredictable," Wilbur said.
"Maybe...its...cuz...you search up...way too many weird and random...stuff," Tommy said in between laughter.
"I don't search up random stuff," Tubbo said mock hurt by Tommy's words. "I needed to know for... for... for math."
"Geez, you all right there George? Your face is getting a bit red from staring at us totally mature humans with disgust," you teased.
"Hey!" George yelled as he punched you in the arm.
"GEORGE! I'm driving!"
"Oh right. Oops."
"Don't make us crash please Gogy, I still need to find the ladies."
"Die," George retorted. "I don't care about your ladies."
"Nonsense," Tommy crossed his arms.
"I thought you already had ladies."
"Yeah but I need more wives."
*Time Skip*
"Argh, now Roadtrip is living in the luxury suite of my head, rent-free. Would prefer it better if it paid the rent, to be honest. Thanks a lot, Tommy," you sarcastically said. "As if I didn't already have to listen to it countless of times before."
You parked the car, had fun with everyone, and returned back home with another wOnDeRfUl hour of music.
what am i doing with my life rn
^staying up late when i know clearly that i have morning classes tmr
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A Little Spark...
FanfictionEDITED AND COMPLETE FOR NOW You were walking in your neighborhood when you suddenly find something that would bring much more than kindness. (Platonic, I don't want to sexualize minors) If read anywhere other than Wattpad, it is stolen.
