TommyInnit texting

Memories

A/N: From now on, chapter titles will be either be which song is on while I'm writing this, or which song this chapter reminds me of, with some special occasions. Memories by Maroon 5 is currently playing!

Also, above is a cake I made! :D its only crumbly because I forgot to spray the pan with nonstick spray.

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*One day time skip* 

Texting pov:

u.n: Help.

U.N: What did you do?

u.n: I may, or may not, have accidentally spilled my Ramen noodles on my phone, heh😭😀.

U.N: How the fuck-

u.n: Don't question it.

U.N: Sure thing, Ramen.

Ramen: Don't you dare fucking call me that.

U.N: I am so calling you that.

U.N: Oop, my mates calling, brb.

Ramen: 'Mates?'

Ramen: Are you fucking British?

Ramen: Sir??

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Penny signed and put her phone down. Of course they would leave in the middle of texting. And now she was stuck with a British person who had dubbed her 'Ramen.' She supposed it wasn't the worst nickname, she just hoped they wouldn't give her too much trouble when she told them her real name was Penny.

 She stopped for a moment. Why had she assumed she would be giving her real name to this stranger one day? She didn't even know their pronouns. How did a random number text turn into this?

British boi pov:

"Huh?" I asked, lifting my head from my phone where I'd been thinking about what to text Ramen. Should I deny being British and call it a typo? Would them knowing where I live affect anything? I guess I'd been tuning poor Wilbur out the entire time.

"I said, 'What's wrong with you today, you normally never shut up and now you won't talk. Did something happen?" Wilbur asked. I shook my head no even though he couldn't see.

"No, no, nothing like that, I just got distracted by my phone, you know how Twitter is." I lied nonchalantly, turning my phone off to stop any notifications from setting it off, then threw it on my bed behind me.

I imagined Wilbur raising his eyebrow but not saying anything, somehow knowing I was lying. Though we weren't brothers, we had the brother telepathy. "So, uh, what should we do?" I asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

"Text Ramen." He said normally. My eyes widened and I leaned back in my chair. I decided to play it off like I didn't know who he was talking about. "Who's Ramen?" I asked.

"Ramen's a human name?" Wilbur asked with a laugh. I sighed, relied he didn't know who Ramen was. I must have misheard him. "No, I thought you said Ramen. What did you actually say?" I played it off easily.

"I said we should text Ranboo. How do you mix up Ramen and Ranboo, child?" Wilbur laughed. I feigned anger. "CHILD??? IM NOT A CHILD!" I said a little bit louder than we had previously been talking, but not quite yelling.

"I shouldn't have said that. At least you didn't yell this time." Wilbur sighed. I imagined him pinching the bridge of his nose and looking down in regret.

"Lets just call Ranboon like you suggested." I said. He agreed and a moment later, Ranboo was in our Discord call.

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Penny pov:

I wasn't getting any replies to my messages, so I assumed they were busy on the call with their 'mates' and had silenced their phone. Sighing, I played my favorite playlist on Spotify and began packing (Really just randomly stuffing shit into bags and boxes in haste.) the rest of my stuff while listening to Watermelon Sugar.

We were leaving to get on the plane In two hours, so I didn't care how, but I had to pack all this shit. I put a charger, some snacks, my phone, laptop for streaming, a few books, sketchbook, and a pouch of drawing supplies into a small backpack, which I slung onto my back, grabbing the last remaining boxes from my room and kissing my PC and gaming setup goodbye, as I wouldn't be seeing to until it was shipped a few weeks later. 

Goodbye America, hello Britian.

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