Seafished (A Doug Baldwin Fanfiction)

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I walk back in to see Vanessa without Georgina. What happened to her?

"So, how did it go?" I smirk, sitting next to her on the couch. She has her knees up to her chest. Looks like she got done again crying her eyes out.

"Oh um...it was great! But you should let Georgina go."

"What do you mean by that?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.

"Stop using her for vodka."

"Is that why you're stupidly crying? Aw, poor thing. Come here." I lean towards her with my arms wide open. Hoping she can stop looking like a slob. I have a guy coming over in half an hour and I don't need her to be looking like this because it would look like I'm a bitch.

She shrugs off the hug and goes into her room. She closes the door behind her as I can hear muffled sobs coming from the room. Whatever her problem is, it isn't mine. At least she is in her room. "Can you stay in there? I have a guy coming over in a few."

I hear no response. I think she took the hint. As I put the clothes I bought for myself back into my room, I notice her phone placed on the kitchen counter. Good thing Georgina was a good distraction. I should have known another woman was what it took to give herself up. And Georgina damn owes me another vodka bottle. I unlock her phone and look through her contacts. Man, she really needs to learn how to put a password on her phone or else lovely ol' me is going to turn her life upside down. Let's see whose numbers I should steal. Scrolling through, I can't believe what I can see on her phone. The name 'mahal' with a heart next to it has had history of calling her and texting her. So she is already taken? She was even willing to cheat to get together with Georgina? Gossip news! 

"Hey, Vanessa, nevermind. The guy isn't coming over. I'm going to his house. You can have this place to yourself!" I say as I walk out the door with her phone and lock it behind me. I go through her text messages, trying to figure out what this guy's name is. Nope, I should try the apps. Oh, she has a Facebook and an Instagram? I thought she was a sore loser! I go onto her Facebook app so that she could add me, but before I search up my name I notice her profile pic. It's not her. She is under a different last name as well. There is her relationship status. But it doesn't tag anyone. I look through her previous statuses to see statuses like "I'm in love with you Doug Baldwin<3" and "He is all mine and I'm all his". Wait, so she is bi? But wait, Doug Baldwin? That's a Seahawks player! Ew, that is rival territory. But he is cute though. Of course with that profile picture she can score this guy. Maybe she commented on his profile pic or something and that's how it started. If he doesn't know what she looks like, maybe I should steal him. He will never know. Let's see how this goes. 

I browse through her contacts and hit the call button onto "mahal<3". Within a few rings later, a strong manly voice is heard through the speaker. "Baby? Why did you interrupt me earlier?"

I should probably try and imitate her voice. I'm an actress. I can do that. "I'm so so sorry some guy bumped into me and I accidentally hit the end button. I should've called back, but I got so mad that I couldn't call you back. Ugh some creep."

"What? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me baby."

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because why are you talking like that?"

Oh gosh. I forgot. He has known her for so long that he knows how she talks. I have to imitate that weird shy self of hers. Right.

"I don't know, I was just trying something different is all."

"Um...kay."

"Listen, mah-hall."