It should have been no surprise to you that the next morning you'd wake up to your phone buzzing yet again. You rubbed your eyes before finally gaining enough strength to roll over and check the source of the never ending notifications. cursing to yourself when you saw that the time was barely half seven in the morning.
you mumbled a barely audible curse, "are you fucking kidding me?" That was delivered to your empty, dimly lit room with a very appropriate eye roll before checking your text messages.
one from Tony (Managment)
two from Dyl🧌.
You smiled to yourself as you realised that he sent you the texts at quarter past four in the morning. A time that you knew well as you had become the reciever of the most random facts that any human being could possibly know during his many rabbit-hole internet spirals that only occurred in the early hours of the morning. Chuckling lazily, you squinted at the screen to see his message,
Dyl 🧌
mate. no word of a lie, Australia is wider than the moon! like the ACTUAL moon! imagine they tried to pack up all the kangaroos and ship them off to the moon😭 they probably wouldn't even fit them all. Nasa would have a field day, they'd need me on the job with those vacuum bags i pack my clothes in for tour.Dyl🧌
am i high right now?you absolutely adored these type of messages from Dylan, the best thing is that you knew he didn't even need to google them because he sits for hours scrolling and finding facts and just storing them in his never ending memory. This meant you got to also know facts that would never really came in handy but you never minded. It made him happy. You smiled to yourself with your eyes barely open and typed out a reply,
Chicken🐣
that's mental😭 i genuinely thought the moon wasn't even that far off the size of the earth mate, can you tell i failed science? there's a fuck ton of kangaroos in Australia as well, i think anyway although i think what you're suggesting is what some people would name as 'animal cruelty'😭😭Chicken🐣
hopefully you're not high at all idiot!
you gave that up months ago!You closed the chat with Dylan and your eyes fell on the notifications from this mystery groupchat.
15+ new messages and 4 mentions
"oh god" were the only words to leave your lips in a low but soft grumble, your throat not being able to make out your voice due to how tired you truly were. The people in this groupchat clearly had no concept of time, i mean what human is up at seven in the morning anyway? way to live the rock and roll life, right?
You paused for a moment, wondering if it was worth even opening the chat and giving them the satisfaction of seeing your given nickname below the 'read' sign of the most recent text. They didn't seem to know who you were, or even if they did it seemed to be a genuine mistake as the name you'd been assigned wouldn't have even made sense if they did. You took one big sigh before pressing on the Chat, your phone immediately brightening further when you did. You decided to scroll up to the top, hoping to have even the slightest amount of context to the conversation you were unwillingly apart of.
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