You lounged on your couch, closed laptop beside you, phone in your lap, and controller in your hand.
It was about one in the morning and you were still awake, blasting music, and playing some fun game your friend let you borrow.
You were lucky that 1. You lived alone; and 2. You didn't live near people.
You had a house that was in the middle of nowhere, as that was the way you requested the house to be, so you could stay up without getting the cops called on your loud music and constant cussing.
Finally, at about three, you decided to quit the game, and dance along to some music instead.
I mean, why not? You were slightly drunk in the first place.
Suddenly, the song stopped, and you saw someone crawling out of your television.
Then, the music began playing again.
You smiled, you didn't mind that you had a friend.
"Sup little booyy.." You half slurred.
"I am not little! I'm the same height as you!" He exclaimed.
You shrugged.
"Anywhore--" he had cut you off when he suddenly yanked you by the hem of your ((either favorite color or favorite band)) shirt.
You roughly kissed back, and pulled off his green hat.
"Hey!! Give that back!" He growled.
"No way, demon Linky-Poo!" Your drunkened self cooed out.
That began your fun night.
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A/N: soooo... It sucks.. But hey, I just made it up on the spot. Anywhore, what is you guys favorite bands? Mine is a long list:
• Twenty One Pilots |-/
• My Chemical Romance
• Green Day
• Fall Out Boy
• Panic! at the Forehead
And moreeeeee!!
Also, should I make a Tate Langdon x reader? Because Tate is my baby!!!
Anyway, love you guys! Stay pandalious
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