‧₊˚✧[𝑪𝒚𝒃𝒆𝒓]✧˚₊‧ (𝐰𝐥𝐰) 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐉𝐫 𝐱 (𝐲/𝐧)

Not As Bad As I Thought

A/N

This chapter is slightly longer than my other ones. Just a heads up.
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Lynn's POV

I didn't expect her to actually follow me back.

I honestly thought she would look at the notification, and ignore me completely. Or just block me. But not this...

I couldn't help but smile.

I decided that I should send her a message, otherwise why else would I have followed her?

I clicked on her account and sent a simple "Hey."

I waited and waited for a response back.

"This is taking forever." I thought.

I set my phone down on my bed, and get up.

I begin to pace around, biting my fingernails anxiously.

"Maybe she'll completely ignore the message." I thought, "Or worse-- she'll read my message, type up a response, almost send it, but then delete it, and ignore me for eternity?!"

As my mind ran with negative outcomes, I finally stop in the middle of my pacing.

Why was I getting so worked up over her? I mean it's not like we're friends or anything like that. So why was this stressing me out so much?

Ding

My head snaps towards my phone.

I immediately rush over to it, almost falling in the process.

I grab my phone, and turn it on. It was a notification from (y/n).

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

I open the message, and read her reply.

"Hii."

Some might think this was just a simple message. But she put two I's. Two. That wasn't just something simple.

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The rest of the night, we had just texted each other. Getting to know one another, and stuff like that.

I had found out the reasoning why she and her dad moved here in the first place.

I couldn't relate to it, of course, but I tried to be as sympathetic as possible. And it went well, surprisingly. I wasn't too good with sympathy or comforting, so it shocked me how I was able to do that.

After that, we had just spoken about other stuff that has gone on in our lives.

It was enjoyable, talking to her. I wasn't necessarily bored or anything. I wanted the conversation to keep going. To keep talking to her. As if we weren't enemies... Or whatever you call it.

She didn't seem to be as bad as I originally thought...

But then she eventually had to go to bed. I made a joke about beauty rest, and she took it well. Others would've just snapped and went on about how sick of my shit they are.

We said our goodbyes, and she eventually went offline the rest of the night.

It was only then that I had remembered the second account I made. The "Tyler" one, and my reasoning for it.

I immediately switched to that account, worrying that I might've gotten messages from (y/n) on that account, but I didn't know it.

I check my inbox, and let out a sigh of relief when I see that I had no messages from her.