You've Got It Made - Tay Jardine Fanfiction

Chapter Six

Does anybody even like my fanfiction lol? Like I'm unsure. This chapter is probably a little boring, but I guess we need boring chapters.

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Me: Why’d you leave yesterday :c?

I sent this text to Vic as soon as I woke up. Yesterday, he didn’t seem like himself. He was quiet and didn’t really say much to anybody. I may have only known him a few days, but that wasn’t the Vic I knew.

Vic: I got tired.

I frowned slightly at the text. He still didn’t seem the same.

Me: Fair enough.

I sighed and dropped my phone on my bed as I crawled out to get ready. As I straightened my hair, I tried to think about what could be up with him. I couldn’t think of anything. I was confused, and I wanted him to be normal again. I snapped out of my thoughts as my phone began to ring. Groaning, I crawled across the floor and reached up for my phone, answering it without looking to see who was calling.

“Yo.” I said before being greeted by Jordan’s sniggering. “Stop laughing at me. I’m swagalicious.”

“Oh God. I was only ringing to ask you a simple question but instead you turn all ghetto on me.”

“Wait, Jordan-“ I raised my eyebrows slightly.

“Yes Tay?”

“Why are you awake? It’s only-“

“I know what time it is.”

“Then why are you awake?” I started to laugh and he started to fake sob.

“Because my dog jumped on me and then farted and I had to evacuate the room.” He said. I could tell he was trying not to laugh, but I burst out laughing anyway. “Don’t laugh, it’s not funny. I can’t go in my room for at least another few hours.” This made me laugh even more. “Anyway, instead of laughing at my misfortune, why don’t we talk about what I rang to say?”

“Okay, Eckes. What did you ring for?”

“Come round to mine later? My parents have gone on holiday and I’m stuck on my own like a fag.”

“Yeah brah. I iz up for this.”

“Shit, she’s ghetto again.” Jordan laughed down the phone. “I’ll get other people to come, don’t wanna’ seem pervy. We can watch a film or something; makes a change from the beach.”

“Ooh, sounds fun. Who else are you asking round?”

“I’m gonna’ ring everyone else now. I’ll text you who’s coming later.”

“Alrighty ho-ho.”

“Bye, fag.”

“Bye, hoe.” I hung up, smirking slightly. Jordan was such an idiot, but I guess that’s what made me want to be his friend.

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I’d been sat around in my pyjamas all day watching Adventure Time on my laptop out in the back yard. I wanted to sit in my bedroom, but my dad was insisting that I should get some sun. “You look like you’ve been sleeping in talcum powder.” He’d said to me, so I listened to him and went outside. I was halfway through an episode when I got another text.

Jordan: New plan byotchhh, Vic and his bitchez want us round at his place. Want our opinion on s/t. They said we’d go to mine afterwards if it isn’t too late. You okay with that?

Me: Yup, I don’t mind. Where do Vic and his bitchez live bc I’m clueless.

Jordan: Don’t worry faget, I’ll pick you up at like half seven or s/t. Well, around that time anyway.