a/n: this is my first wattpad story pls be kind 🥺🥺🥺
🌽 = steve cobs pov
📱 = mephone4 pov
no emoji = nobody pov
I smiled to myself happily as I walked into my favourite coffee shop, OJ's coffee shop. I quickly made my way to the counter and I was relieved to find that the line was very short.
Soon, I found myself at the counter.
"I'll have my usual, please." I wink at OJ charmingly.
"Oh..uh, uh y-y-yes, of course," OJ stuttered, blushing fiercely. "Right away!"
I was just so charming and charismatic, I could make anyone fall for me just by looking at them. It also helped that I was a famed multi-millionaire.
Just as I strutted off to my usual spot, I noticed that someone was occupying my seat. This someone was a phone. They had a sky-blue screen and a black case. They looked so... cute.
CUTE!?
What the hell am I thinking!? Cute is not a word I would use to describe whatever that is.
"Excuse me?" I sneered at them. "This is...my seat."
They looked up at me, their eyebrow raised. "Okay, and?" He replied contemptuously, mocking my... er, mocking tone.
"And? I would like you to please move." I hissed.
"No. Just because you have millions of dollars to your name, doesn't mean you can push everyone around and act like you own everything." The phone hissed back.
"Uh... Mr Cobs?" OJ muttered from behind me. I turned to look at him, plastering a fake smile on my face. "I have your drink."
"Oh yes! Thank you OJ. You're wonderful." I say politely. OJ smiles at me and walks away to serve another customer.
Taking my drink, I sat opposite the cynical phone. He raised an eyebrow.
"What's your name?" I ask, genuinely curious. I would like to know who he is.
"Mephone4." He grumbles, giving me a crabby look. I nod.
Silence hung in the air for a moment as I let the sounds of the coffee shop wash over me. Then I grinned, as I had an idea. I took out a bit of paper and quickly scribbled my number onto it.
"Take this," I beamed at Mephone4 while making a phone gesture with my hands. "Call me."
"Ugh, whatever." he scoffed, taking the paper.
"Good. See ya around, Mephone." I laughed.
Before heading out, I paid OJ and gave him a big fat juicy tip.
OJ loves big fat juicy tips.
~ end of chapter 1 ~
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a corny love story (Steve cobs x mephone4)
FanfictionWhen the charming multi-millionaire playboy Steve Cobs is in his favourite coffee shop, he doesn't expect to meet the love of his life. tw: uuuuuh torture of objects 🥺🥺‼️‼️ this is satire btw i do not ship this awful crap💀
