SATURDAY, ONE WEEK LATER
Weekends are my life, and I spend them being lazy. I hate weekdays, because, well, school.
My usual routine on a Saturday is:
Netflix
Sleep
Eat
Listen to music
That's pretty much the entire list, but now I have something new to add to it.
Texting Oliver.
Our conversations are weird as hell sometimes, but they also let me learn a lot about him.
It's four pm, but I'm still in bed and I decide to text Oliver.
Just as I'm about to type a message to him, my phone dings alerting me that I have a text from guess who; Oliver.
Oliver: hey
Me: hi
Oliver: what's up
Me: ...my dick
Oliver: pics?
Me: k
I snap a picture of my middle finger and press send.
Oliver: no
Me: what?
Oliver: your dick has a fingernail
Me: isn't it hot?
Oliver: no its ugly. its too small too.
Me: at least it's better than yours.
Oliver: wanna bet
Me: duh yes i do
The next message I get is a picture and I open it, expecting to see something funny like a cucumber, or a banana.
But nope.
It's a dick. Staring right back at me with all its angry purple veins.
I gasp and nearly drop my phone. It's not like I've never seen a dick before, but this is certainly unexpected.
Me: ....oliver....
I get no response.
Me: oliver...pls
Me: pls tell me that wasn't ur dick
Oliver: ;)
Me: no!
Me: oh no u didn't!
Me: you lil hoe!!! My virgin eyes!!!
Me: die!!!
Oliver: that wasn't my dick.
Me: oh thank god
Oliver: don't act like you didn't love it.
Me: its ugly. Like you
Oliver: </3 my heart
Me: I'll kiss it better
Oliver: my heart?
Me: no your dick duh
Oliver: I'm ready c:
Me: perv
Oliver: you offered.
Me: i take it back.
Oliver: too late
Me: no
Oliver: yes
Me: no
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Hold Onto Me (Koli/Kellic) (EDITING)
Fanfiction40k. Kellin Quinn is a suicidal eighteen year old boy, ready to end his life. He's in love with his childhood best friend, the gorgeous Vic Fuentes, who has a girlfriend of a year and a half, and is completely, absolutely straight. Or so he thinks. ...
