Everyone has read all of MaiaPV81's stories:
"Falling For A Fan", "London Boy", "Enemies", "F.R.I.E.N.D.S", and "The Triangle"
But what would happen if all of the Y/N's met?
What if they had the chance to redo their stories on their terms?
One diffe...
-Y/N's POV (Falling For A Fan)- After coming up with my game plan, I drove back to my apartment to get my outfit ready.
In the original timeline, Clay took me dancing to that ballroom in our pajamas. He told me that I was beautiful in them. But unfortunately, since Clay now didn't know anything about me, I had to step up my game.
So, I took off my dark eyeshadow and instead, put a more calming, natural color on, then I got dressed into something different.
You wore this:
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Once I was fully ready, I released a shaky breath out at myself in my bathroom mirror. Then, I glanced down at my phone laying on the counter. I tapped my screen and shortly, the time revealed itself to me.
It was 6:30pm. It was time to do my plan to get Clay back.
I quickly picked up my phone and texted Lia.
Y/N: HELP EMERGENCY APARTMENT NOW
I texted her in 3 different chat bubbles to get her attention. Right away, Lia answered, which made me roll my eyes, since I knew she was waiting by her phone for Clay to text her.
LIA: What's wrong???
Y/N: HELP
I replied, not giving her anymore information so she'd come down here fast.
LIA: Bitch wtf??? Are you fr rn?? Y/N I stg don't make me worry WORRYING CAUSES WRINKLES
I decided to ignore her text so she'd worry more.
LIA: I'm coming over rn bc you're making me nervous But if you're playing with me bitch I will SUE
I huffed out a smile then quickly snuck out of my house through the front door, leaving it wide open so Lia would spend more time here looking for me, instead of texting Clay.
Eventually, I ran to Lia's apartment, by foot, so she wouldn't see my car when I passed. Once I made it to her apartment after some time, I bent down to her welcome mat, grabbed the spare key and unlocked her front door.
Just as I suspected, her phone was lying on the coffee table.
When Lia freaks out, she ends up forgetting things, like her phone.
One time, she forgot a bow for my birthday present so she raced to the store, leaving her phone behind at her apartment, because she was so nervous and felt like she had to go right then and there, forgetting about it.
So, I shut her door and walked to the coffee table, picked up her device, then opened her phone through her passcode. Next, I opened the text thread between her and Clay.
