𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐞 (Veneer x Reader) (Trolls Band Together)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

" 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧?"

The following morning was dreary and dull. A pounding headache plagued you as you awoke. Rubbing two fingers over your temple in hopes to ease the pain. You were in your room, the previous night a blur to you as you stumbled out of bed.

You ruffled your hair slightly, it flew in many different directions and you were honestly too tired to deal with it. You quietly stumbled out of your room, you were up very early considering you went to sleep at twelve that night, what were you doing again?

You quietly walked towards what you assumed was a medicine cabinet. A generously large bottle of tylenol met you. You grabbed it shaking out two pills for you to devour. You turned on the faucet, grabbing a cup and filling it to the brim. You downed the pills and water, an immediate wave of relief rushing over you.

You placed the cup in the sink, retreating back to your room. You sat on the bed, silently looking up to the ceiling. You were in that position for a while, desperately trying to get ahold of what you did, what happened the previous night for you to be forgetting.

After another unsuccessful minute of pondering passed you resorted to maybe sleeping off the headache. But immediately discarded that idea as other more pressing matters haunted you. You reached for your phone, it sat silently on your nightstand.

Maybe it was because you were on do not disturb, but as you picked it up it began to ring, violently. A post from about a millennium ago was suddenly flooded with comments, questions, likes, you rolled your eyes. The comments were stupid and they could simply just google it.

Many comments were based on the same statement, "Are you saying Veneer?" No shit sherlock, im surprised the news channels and media haven't filled your head with the very much true propaganda yet.

You sighed, turning to your dms. Many texts from Priscilla, Meringue, Riley, damn even Victoria flooded your messages. You began with Priscilla, her questions were simple enough and they didn't give you a headache. "Omg you and Veneer are dating" "That's so cute i support" "Wait when?"

You chuckled as you wearily replied, "since like, two days ago" it seems she wasn't awake yet. I mean who would be awake this early after a New Year's party? You then went to Meringue, he was just congratulating you and saying you were twins. Riley's was not as irritating as you expected them to be, maybe befriending celebrities and journalists alike was beneficial? Because why the hell was Riley Rove, the biggest gossip girl in Mount Rageous asking you for permission to post a blog about you and Veneer??

I thought he did those things without asking??

You quickly replied with a, "since when did you ask 🙄😒 and sure whatever' then went to Victoria, the only word displayed on the screen was 'congratulations' with a smirk emoji and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and laugh.

You placed your phone down, maybe you should start your day early for once. You quickly washed your face, brushed your teeth, did some light makeup, and dressed up. The outfit was simple, but it was still good enough for you.

You grabbed your phone, airpods, wallet, and the house keys and made your way out. Veneer wouldn't mind if you borrowed his car... right...?

You snagged his keys from a nearby hook, swinging them around your finger as you mindlessly hummed a tune. You quietly walked into the garage, spotting the pink mustang and walking over, throwing yourself into the drivers seat.