The fanfic I wrote in someones dms

Chapter 3 - Uh oh

KSI's POV

'We?' I thought. I took a closer.. 'Ayo who that hot chick with him?'. The color of her lips. Her lips a gorgeous red. Oh that red...

Frankly I've never been so enchanted by someone, matter the fact I've never been attracted to a BOOK. What a weird world we live in lmao.

Rock's POV

I caught my so called friend lacking. He was staring at my girl! This alone made my blood boil, there isn't a world where I would give her gyatt to him. He's lucky that today isn't a full moon, because if it was there would only be shreds of him by now.

"Hey KISS MY ASS stop staring at m'lady!" I practically growled. He seemed to tense up. Must have remembered that I have a black belt... Good.

"OKAY, OKAY CHILL DUDE" KSI spoke nervously. "Come in you guys must be hungry" he said.

To the readers yes, I know they ate pasta like 2 times previously today. But do you really think I care? Because I hope not since they're eating pasta again. I know, I know, I'm a creative genius.

I and Manifesto enter KSI's house. KSI sets the table and serves the pasta. I set down my sweet on a chair and sits down himself. An akwardness sets in. All was silent apart the silverware making noises as we eat the spaghetti. Manifesto manages to get some sauce on herself.

"Oh darling! You got some sauce on yourself!" If it wasn't clear from the two exclamation marks, I exlaimed.

Third person POV

Dwane the Rock Johnson bent down, booty up, and slowly, but surely licked all the sauce of the red book. He made sure to get every inch of it off. Oh man, he's really going in! (Incase the actual Dwayne The Rock Johnson reads this. I am very sorry, I regret my actions)

As everyone eats KSI is scheming. Scheming to steal that gyatt!