There just isn't much fanfic for Arny that's...normal(to me)? Or just fluffy and with a lack of content. I also have never written a fanfic before so we are not going to talk about how quickly I write chapters/how short those chapters are, ok? I cri...
(I will be having people refer to y/n with she/they pronouns just because I know some feminine presenting people still prefer they/them even when she/her can be used. They will still have AFAB characteristics and have all those fun parts just because... that's what I've got myself so it's easier for writing on my end... also it's my story. I may call them a "woman" but if you do not identify as that word, replacing it with "person" or any neutral language won't change much about the story and I will also be using that just as much as "woman".
I am writing this using my own personal gender and pronoun experience so there will be a lot of she/they moments sprinkled in. And any language that could trigger someone's body dymorphia/dysphoria will be after a trigger warning!)
As I set down the last box in what will be my room, I get a call from Danny. Still weird that we met when we were kids and didn't start actually being friends til we were 15. Four years later, this dumbass is my brother... from another mother, but as they say: blood is thicker than water. I never understood why people used that phrase to mean your biological family when it means something else, but I digress. I pick up the phone, "Hey, Daddy- I mean Danny," he is not amused when I do this but I think I'm a fucking comedian so this is the highlight of my day. Just knowing he is annoyed brings a smile to my face.
"I'm going to pretend like you didn't say that." I can hear the slight frown on his face, "You all moved in yet?"
"If by moved in, you mean I placed boxes on every available surface in this small ass apartment, yes, I am all moved in." I can't help my small smile, just happy someone called to check in on me.
"Well, since I'm down for the con, want to meet up for lunch? I'm assuming you don't have the stove available right now," this bitch always gotta be right.
As I go to answer, my stomach makes aggressive whale noises and twists and turns from the little twinge of hunger reminding me I am in fact hungry as hell, "Yeah, you at your hotel? I can just bring you food on my way over." I wonder what food places are good down here in Florida.
"Yeah, what are you feeling? I kinda just want pizza and call it a meal."
"Half plain, half bacon?" Bacon is the best pizza topping!
"You're definitely from the northeast... anyway, just get two pizzas. One plain and the other half bacon and pepperoni. I'm rooming with a few other people this time."
I am already walking out the door, grabbing my ridiculously big wallet and keys. "Do I need to look semi-decent to meet your internet besties? Because I'm in my moving clothes..." I look down at my baggy shirt, sweatpants, and shitty painting sneakers.
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