Song - Fake You Out by Twenty One Pilots
The day after your encounter with the strange guy that saved you, you woke up a little happier than you usually did. The sun shone brightly through the f/c ((Favorite Color)) curtains and onto your beautiful ;D face.
You rolled out of bed and grabbed your phone.
New Kik message!
New Kik message!
You scrolled down through your home screen. Over 20 Kik messages blocked your screen. You groaned as you unlocked your phone and responded to your best friend, fr/n (Friend's name)
Friend- hey
Friend- hey
Friend- hellooooooo???
Friend- wow you sleep a lot.
Friend- text me when you get up bruh
Yea yea I'm up -You
What do you want? -You
Friend- come over
What? Why? -You
Friend- I'm borrreeed
Too bad. I have plans. xD -You
Friend- Fine. Text meh L8ER
lol ok -You
You put your phone down on the nightstand and opened your closet.
I wanna be as normal as possible for that dude. What should I call him? How about Bob.. Nah, too normal. Wade? Maybe. I like that name. Wilson? Ooh, yea. I really like that. Like a tennis ball. Ok. What was I doing? Oh, right. Getting dressed. So I wanna wear something normal. The last thing I want to do is lie to him about my style.
Keeping that thought in mind, you put on a normal outfit and went downstairs.
After eating a quick breakfast, you put on a little makeup, ((Don't wanna be no slut buried in makeup! No offense to anyone who wears a lot of makeup, I'm sure you're not a slut.)) brushed your hair, keeping it simple and down, and brushed your teeth. Don't want no alligator breath!
You looked over at the clock on your stove. 11:00.
I've got an hour to spare. Why not go do something?
You thought, leaving the apartment and locking it behind you.
"No robbers gon' get in my house. Not today." You said under your breath. You turned away from the door and went down the stairs. You only lived on the 3rd floor, a few flights of stairs weren't that many. Plus, exercise!
--Time skip brought to you by Wade reading the "Sexiest Dad Alive! - Ryan Reynolds, 2016" magazine and being utterly confused--
Finally 12. You got up from the bench at Central Park you were sitting on and headed to the Starbucks down the road.
When you finally arrived, you looked around the outside of the shop. A few couples were quietly laughing and chatting with each other, a man was working on his laptop with a small smile on his face, and a lone man sat, looking bored. You decided to go inside and look for "Wilson." You opened the door and the sound of a small bell rung over your head. You went to the front counter and thankfully, there was no line. The woman behind the counter looked up at you and smiled.
"Hi! Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get you?" She beamed.
"Uh, I'll just have a tall vanilla bean frappuccino, please." You responded, the taste of one lingering in your mouth.
"Sure thing." She smiled, walking away. You stood quietly and waited for your drink. The soft ring of the bell above the door rung once more. The smell coming from a loud coffee machine relaxed you. The woman came back with your frappuccino. "Here you go! That'll be three sixty-five." She said. You handed her the cash and took your frappuccino.
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Fanfiction(SLOW UPDATES) In the aftermath of her boyfriend dying, y/n moves to NYC in hopes of starting over. She makes friends with a man who saves her life MANY times, meets a long lost friend, and a sister she never knew she had. All is going well unti...
