There I was, sprawled out like the queen I am, doom-scrolling on TikTok as if my life depended on it. Summer was damn near over, and here I was, bored out of my mind, no plans, no excitement, and no friends. Which is wild ‘cause, hello? I’m hilarious. Or at least that's what I tell myself while laughing at my own jokes like a psycho.
Anyway, just as I was about to scroll past yet another “totally inspirational, deep” TikTok (you know, the kind that makes you feel like you should change your whole life but then you just don’t), a little WhatsApp notification popped up.
“Huh, weird,” I muttered to myself. Who’s texting me? Like, seriously, I haven't had an active conversation in weeks unless you count arguing with myself over why I’ve watched 4 hours of videos instead of doing anything productive.
So, of course, curiosity got the best of me, and I slid out of TikTok to check this mysterious message. It was from a random number. Just a simple “hey.” Short. Sweet. Suspicious.
Now, was I low-key excited? Yes. But let’s not get it twisted, babe, I couldn’t just reply right away and seem like I was that desperate. Nah, I’ve got standards (or at least the illusion of them). So, like the cool, nonchalant girl that I am (LOL), I left the message on read for a few hours. Pride game strong, honey.
After what felt like an eternity (which was literally like 3 hours, but whatever), I finally texted back.
"Um, hi," I replied, pretending like I wasn’t waiting for this conversation all damn day.
Now, this random person had some footballer as their profile pic, but honestly, who cares? Football’s just a bunch of sweaty dudes chasing a ball around. Tsk tsk tsk. I have better things to think about... like my TikTok feed. Anyway, I sent the message and waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Was this person seriously gonna leave me hanging all day? The AUDACITY. Hours passed. Night came. My patience was wearing thin. I was about to throw my phone across the room when, finally, the message bubble popped up. Hallelujah, they’re alive!
But before I could even dive into this suspenseful convo, guess what? BAM, another notification. Another random number?!
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