I stretch and slide my phone toward me, disconnecting the charger. It's later than I planned to get up. Swiping away notifications, I notice a message with an attachment.
Vox texted a screenshot of our mutual interest, announcing a tour. We never talked about if we lived in the same country, and I was hesitant to ask.
M - You going to any of these?
V - I am. You?
M - I am.
V - Good. Any of cities work for you?
After daily conversations, we're close. Neither of us pushes for details, preferring to let the other set our own pace. Despite the medium and whatever distance, a taut, underlying tension keeps us grounded and tethered to one another. Supportive, undemanding, sincere.
M - Are we crazy?
V - Of course not. People book vacations with strangers from the internet all the time.
M - So you're admitting you're strange. I knew it.
V - Just saying, I've been called worse.
M - As have I. We'll have to swap details at some point.
V - Only way we'd find each other.
M - We could hold out til the last moment, like popping out of a cake. Surprise!
V - Not sure if that's better or worse.
M - Don't ghost me.
V - I'm going those dates/cities, with or without you. With you will be more fun.
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Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader
FanfictionOut of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue...
