JAMES DEAN: what do you look like
STELLA: not lettin ya know
JAMES DEAN: c'mon
STELLA: no
STELLA: i don't know who you are
JAMES DEAN: i thought we're friends!
STELLA: can you really be friends with someone if you've only been texting them on imessage for two weeks?
JAMES DEAN: idk
JAMES DEAN: yes? i guess
JAMES DEAN: i consider you my friend
STELLA: how?
STELLA: you don't know anything about me
STELLA: except my name
JAMES DEAN: but i know what your personality's like
STELLA: well
STELLA: not really
STELLA: you can't do that much over texts
JAMES DEAN: bullshit
JAMES DEAN: you already know i'm persistent, arrogant, annoying
STELLA: are you having a bad day or what
JAMES DEAN: no why?
STELLA: you still haven't made a bad joke
STELLA: and you're not just persistent arrogant and annoying
STELLA: you're funny
STELLA: sometimes
JAMES DEAN: aww thanks
JAMES DEAN: hearing you say it means we're practically married now
STELLA: ew no
JAMES DEAN: come on
JAMES DEAN: you don't know what i look like
JAMES DEAN: i could be that hot guy every girls at our school talks about
STELLA: nah you're not
STELLA: you might be that weird luke who's constantly in the library
STELLA: or that other weird luke who never talks to anyone
STELLA: or that weird luke who thinks he's the star of the soccer team
STELLA: or that luke who thinks he's the poet of the year
JAMES DEAN: yeaaaaah i'm not any of those
STELLA: that still doesn't make you hot
JAMES DEAN: rude
JAMES DEAN: and how do you even know for so many lukes?
STELLA: i know people
STELLA: well, technically, my friend andy knows people
JAMES DEAN: do i know you?
STELLA: no
STELLA: i mean i don't know ugly lukes so
JAMES DEAN: WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN
STELLA: ha
STELLA: i'm mean
STELLA: and rude
STELLA: i think i know who you are
JAMES DEAN: oh yeah??
JAMES DEAN: who?
STELLA: luke
JAMES DEAN: well no shit Sherlock
STELLA: fuck off Watson
WATSON: you're being mean to me
STELLA: ha
STELLA: you deserve it
WATSON: no i don't
STELLA: yes you do
WATSON: fine Sherlock
WATSON: you're saved as Sherlock
STELLA: and you as Watson
WATSON: we're a match made in heaven
STELLA: once again, we're not
STELLA: your match made in heaven is your mirror
WATSON: i'm not like that!
STELLA: bullshit
WASTON: L
WATSON: you made me sad
STELLA: you're a crybaby
WATSON: yes!
WATSON: bc you don't want to tell me who you are
STELLA: that hot girl you drool over
WATSON: oh yeah?
WATSON: didn't know your name was selena
STELLA: selena Gomez?
STELLA: really?
WATSON: yeah
WATSON: she's so tiny
WATSON: i'm 32 cm taller than her
STELLA: what the fuck
STELLA: oh my god
STELLA: you're a giant
STELLA: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE
STELLA: OH MY GOD
WATSON: okay???
WATSON: wait you're serious?
STELLA: YES!!!!
STELLA: let's be honest, there's a lot of lukes at our school, but none of them are as tall as you
WATSON: tru
STELLA: wow
STELLA: idk what to think now
WATSON: is that a good or a bad thing?
STELLA: idk
STELLA: it feels weird
STELLA: it's like you're a real person
WATSON: i am a real person
WATSON: duh
STELLA: i knooow you dickhead
STELLA: but you were kind of my dirty little secret and now i realized you talk to other people, too
WATSON: don't worry, love, you're the only audrey hepburn in my life
STELLA: ew
STELLA: old luke's back
WATSON: show some enthusiasm
STELLA: yay
STELLA: i gotta go
STELLA: bye
WATSON: bye, audrey
[They're still my OTP.]
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Stella | Luke Hemmings AU
FanfictionUNKNOWN: hi, is this brothel 'em? In which a girl called Stella receives a message from an unknown number, as the result of her friend Andy writing down her number on a school desk, adding 'BROTHEL PUBLIC HOUSE 'EM' next to it. Obviously, Stella's...
