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🎶 SHORTY HIT ME UP LATE NIGHT ON MY CELLPHONE

SOMETHIN WASNT RIGHT SO I TOLD HER TELL ME WHATS WRONG

TOLD ME THAT SHE FIENIN FOR THAT GOOD GOOD LOVING

TOLD HER DONT STRESS CAUSE GIRL IM COMMIN 🎶

I woke up to the sound of my alarm playing one of my favorite songs. I turned it off and jumped out of my bed as began to sing the rest of the song to myself. I grabbed my bathrobe and proceeded to bathroom to take a nice, well deserved shower.

As I watched steam from shower fill the shower from wall to wall, I smiled as the memories from the previous night came into play within my brain. Everything that had taken place last suddenly started to replay in my mind like a day dream:

"Um... Did I hear you call my name?"

I looked up to see Simon Minter, the last person I would ever expect, staring right back at me.

"Holy shit it's actually you?! I mean um," I got from on my knees and tried to salvage whatever what was left of my pride, "sorry. I was just trying to see if it was you."

"I could tell," he laughed, looking at me in a way that could either be read as weirded out or baffled.

I bit down on my lip, knowing I had fucked up majorly. But I still knew that I could AT LEAST try and get a picture with him before I messed up even more.

"Yeah...um-I'm sorry for like, embarrassing you and stuff, but... Would you mind taking a picture with me? And maybe letting take a video of you saying 'Hi' to a few of my friends? You know, if that's cool..."

Thank god that he said yes, because I would have had to pull a stalker move and take pictures of him secretly from the bathroom door again if he had said no. I handed him my phone so that he could take the picture, when all of a sudden his own phone went off. And I don't mean a simple little BING! either; his phone was literally going off like crazy! He pulled it out of his back pocket and switched my phone from his right hand to his left so he could check his notifications. It took him a few seconds before he finally put his phone away and actually looked at me.

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