| twenty-seven; beliefs & fate |
                               My phone vibrates underneath the pillow, alarming me with the text tone. I curse under my breath, lifting my ear off and fumble for it from under. Turning it on, I rub my eyes awake and lazily crack an eye open to check the time. 
                              12:26 pm
                              It's already noon? That means I have an hour to get ready and meet the girls at the smoothie place. I go to my texts to see who just texted me. 
                              [1 new message from unknown number! @ 12:25]
                              Unknown: hi, we're dating. bye :)
                              What the actual fluck? So I wake up to some random stranger confirming we're dating. Great. Just great. 
                              me: who tf is this??? 
                              The person took a second to reply that I didn't even have to wait. 
                              Unknown: guess
                              me: idk my mom? the easter bunny? a bassist from new zealand?
                              I really hope it's the last one... but then again I have his number saved so it wouldn't be him. Dammit. That's when someone else pops up in my mind. 
                              me: luke?
                              Unknown: ding ding ding we have a winner ;D
                              me: fuck you
                              Unknown: what
                              me: YOU PRICK YOU DRUGGED ME TWO NIGHTS AGO AND U JUST LEFT ME THERE 
                              Unknown: okay I'm sorry :-( I didn't mean to!! it was a dare from nathan!!
                              me: so you listen to him????? 
                              Unknown: well it was a dare :-/ so
                              me: you dumb breadstick go suck another virgin's cock
                              Unknown: I didn't even suck yours... pLUs WHY DOES EVERYONE SUDDENLY CALL ME A BREADSTICK TF 
                              me: bc you are one
                              I take this opportunity to change the contact name and save it. 
                              me: how'd you even find my number? you creep.
                              breadstick: um I have my ways..
                              me: as in?
                              breadstick: my ways. 
                              me: gerard way? ❤ 
                              breadstick: totally!!!
                              "Loser." I cough out loud. 
                              me: okay so back to the point, what do u mean we're dating? 
                              breadstick: everyone thought we were dating or just hooking up so I told them we're dating. I didn't think you'd be able to handle anymore of you "hooking up" w/ 89% of the 11th grade guys so I just said we're dating now. so yayyy you're my new "girlfriend"
                              me: omfg r u serious?!
                              breadstick: sorry :-/ plus we won't actually be dating
                                      
                                   
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dickaphobia ➲ c.h
Fanfictiondickaphobia; (n) the fear of dicks and being creeped out by them. © sleepydrummers 2k15 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. #26 in Humor/#129 in Fanfiction
 
                                               
                                                  