I had just gotten home from school, but I then pressed my lips together in realization that I forgot to go to the store to get supplies for my project.
I had trash bags in my kitchen, but they weren't the kind I needed. I threw my backpack on my couch and headed out the door again.
I walked across the street and went into the nearest convenience store. I went straight to the cleaning supplies section and started looking for generic, black trash bags. The on brand ones have a weird texture.
I finally found some, but it was on the top shelf, which was about 3 feet above me. Since when do they have this high of shelving at CVS? I tried to reach for it even though I knew I wasn't going to be able to. I got on my tip toes and stretched out my arm as much as I could. Still nothing.
I squatted down in preparation to jump. I sprung up from the ground and extended my arm out. My hand just barely grazed the box of garbage bags.
I was about to give up, until I saw someone walk past me. He was a very tall man. At least 6'5. I approached him but still made sure to keep my distance. "Excuse me, could you grab those garbage bags on the top shelf for me?"
He turned to look at me and smiled. "Of course." He barely extended his arm and easily grabbed the box. He handed it to me."Here you go, gorgeous." he said with a smirk.
What the fuck. Ew. "Heh, thanks." I said while slowly walking away.
"Creep." I said under my breath.
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I got home and grabbed one of my dress forms out of my closet. I started looking at the body and picturing ideas for the dress. I wanted to do somewhat of a ball gown.
This was due in less than a week, so I had to get busy.
I opened the box of trash bags and got to work.
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It had been an hour and I had successfully made the bust of the dress. I was about to start on the train when I got a call from an unknown number.
I was hesitant to answer, but eventually pressed 'accept.' I had the camera pointed to the ceiling and the mic muted. Soon after the sound of connection came out of the speaker, I heard a man's voice. "HIIIII!"
The unknown person pointed the camera to their face with a bright smile.
"SPREEN!!" I shouted in excitement. "Oh my God. I thought you were the guy from CVS for a second."
"Who?" he asked. "Uh. Never mind." I responded "Well anyways, how are you?" "Good. How are you?" he asked still having a smile plastered on his face "You look tired."
"I am. I've been working on this dress for the past hour. I also still have major jet lag." I said while pointing my camera to the unfinished dress.
"Aww, I'm sorry. The dress looks beautiful though." "Thank you." I said with a faint smile.
(When Spreen smiles, just imagine a smile like this :] )
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I had stayed on call with Spreen and continued working on my dress for another 2 hours.
"So, are you signing up for MCC this month?" he asked.
"I'm not sure" I said grabbing a pin out of my mouth. "I still have a lot going on. But maybe."
He laid down on his bed and spoke, "I've always wanted to compete in MCC, but I never did because at the time, I didn't know English."
I frowned at his words. "We should compete together." I said gaining a smile back. He looked at me in excitement "YES! We should totally do that!" he said. "Yea I can convince Scott to put us on the same team." I said chuckling.
"We should get matching skins too." he said smiling. "Yes. We can get forg skins." I said.
He looked at me with a confused face and laughed. "Forg."☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎☆♡︎
After a few hours of us FaceTiming, we decided to hang up since it was 3:00 AM where Spreen was.
I got up from my desk and changed into a
t-shirt and shorts. I washed my face and got in bed.I watched tiktok for about 10 minutes before I decided to put my phone down and go to bed.
I placed my phone on my nightstand and rolled over.
I was starting to fall asleep, but then I opened my eyes in realization. I rolled back over and grabbed my phone. I went to my recent calls and clicked on the unknown number.
I pressed "Create New Contact" and started typing on my keyboard. I just put his contact name as "Spreen", but I thought it was missing something. I didn't know what it was though.
A lightbulb went off and I started typing again.
"Spreen <3"
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5,000 Miles
FanfictionSpreen x Fem reader (Also it's not in Spanish😍) "Do you even know how far apart we live? 5,000 miles. That's incredibly far." In which a member of the Dream SMP stumbled upon one of her best friend's (Quackity) Spanish speaking friends. Will langua...