Ninjago Boyfriends {UNDER EDITING}

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(y/n) - your name
(b/f/n) - friend name
(u/n) - username

"Oh c'mon (y/n)! Just sign up, maybe you'll meet someone perfect for you!" Your best friend squeaks excitedly.

Recently, your best friend met the 'perfect' boy for her and she says she's in love. Wanna know how she met him? Online, weird isn't it?

"No (b/f/n), I'm not gonna just hook up with someone random on the Internet," you answer bitterly.

You jump onto your bed and look towards the ceiling and start to count how many tiles there is. Whenever you're bored, you count them. There's a total of eighty-four.

Please (y/n), for mee," (b/f/n) does her famous puppy eye face and you can't help but give in.

"Fine," you mutter, starting to get annoyed.

After answering a long set of questions, (b/f/n) is finally done. You eye her sitting at the computer.

"(U/n)? Are you serious?"

"What? It's cute," she puts on her innocent eyes.

"You're lucky I don't kill you now."

UGH! (B/f/n) can be so annoying at times.

"You love me, c'mon!" She giggles and drinks out of her foam cup, filled with Cola.

You open your mouth to snap at her but something interrupts you. It's almost like a bell ring, and you hear (b/f/n) gasp.

"What?" You immediately question and instinctively jump from the bed to your computer.

"You've already got an invite! His name is, Frosty? What kind of name is that?"

"Says the one who came up with (u/n)," you scoff. "Who's he anyway?"

"Well, he likes winter, ice cream, and working with wires, kinda like you."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. He probably doesn't wanna like, talk," you try your best to make sure you're the one who's right, not (b/f/n). You stomp towards your bed as comfortably lay your head on the pillow.

"OMG, he just sent you a text!" (B/f/n) squeals, now standing up and jumping up and down, up and down.

"Calm down, it's not a huge deal," you sigh and close your eyes, hoping maybe she'll just be quiet.

(B/f/n) ends up shaking you by both of your shoulders. "Well don't just stand there, TALK to him for God's sake!"

The sooner you get this over with, the better.

"Fine, I'll talk to him for ten minutes," you silently pray that ten minutes speed by like seconds.

Frosty: Greetings.

(U/n) - Hello.

Frosty - My friends have forced me to sign up for this online dating website. They say, 'you must fine love."

(U/n) - Haha, same here. My best friend thinks it's the best idea in the entire world.

Frosty - The entire world is awfully big, there are much better ideas then a dating website.

(U/n) - It was a joke?

Frosty - My apologies, I don't do jokes often.

"Darn, this guy talks like a 1950's settler," (b/f/n) yawns and stretches out her arms. "Sorry things didn't work out."

"Who says things didn't work out?" You question, also yawning. How late is it? "And he doesn't talk like a 1950's settler, you dipwad."

You check the clock hidden away on your nightstand, it's almost midnight.

"Calling people a 'dipwad' is not nice," she mocks, she's definitely pushing your buttons tonight. But that's how you guys are, always getting on each other's nerves.

"Well calling someone a '1950's settler' isn't nice either," you reply playfully.

(B/f/n) straightens up on the bed and giggles, "Standing up for your new boyfriend already? AW!"

You tackle (b/f/n) and laugh already you know you're way stronger than her. She starts tapping on the bed, "Okay, okay you win!"

You smile at your victory and hear another bell ring come from your computer.

Frosty - I am going to the bed, goodnight (u/n).

(U/n) - Goodnight Frosty.

You go to bed that night, tossing and turning, the only thing on your mind at the moment is Frosty.