Many people ship SyndiSparklez, including Jordan Maron and Tom Cassel. They want to confess their love, and live happily ever after. But how will their fans, friends, and family react?
(PLEASE NOTE: This fiction includes depictions of self-harm, vi...
A bright flash shone in my eyes. I looked up at the grinning ginger, snapping a picture on my phone. My head pounded, as I watched him type as fast as he could.
I lifted my arm, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I tried to sit up, but was barricaded by a heavy arm wrapped around my chest. I looked back, discovering the mysterious arm belonged to James. I lifted him off of me, reaching for my phone.
"Aww, so cute," the ginger teased.
"Give me my phone Dec," I demanded, snatching it out of his hands. I looked down, discovering he was texting Jordan.
Tom: Look how wasted your boyfriend got XD
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Millions of questions flooded my mind at once. How did Dec know I was dating Jordan? Why the hell was I snuggling with James? When did Dec even get here? Why the fuck is my hair blue?
"W-what happened last night?" I finally blurted out.
"Well, James and I picked you up, you guys got hammered, I was your designated driver. You're welcome. You told us about the whole twitter incident, and how it wasn't a lie. Then you insisted you got your hair dyed, and then James bought you a lizard. You named him Steeve. With two e's for some reason," Dec explained, as if it was all normal to him.
I ran my fingers through my brand new blue hair.
"Why didn't you try to stop me?" I asked, scrolling through the pictures I took last night. Sure enough, photos of Steeve, James, Dec and I littered my phone.
"Number one rule of being the designated driver. Don't argue with the drunk people, and take plenty of pictures. Makes for good blackmail," Dec said, throwing me a water bottle.
"I look ridiculous!" I practically squealed. Dec laughed at me, assuring me it looked fine.
"You also called Jordan, cause you kept talking about blowing him or something. I don't really remember, but he hung up on you, and you cried. It was funny," Dec said, nonchalantly.
I rubbed my head, already regretting going out last night. I reluctantly looked down at my phone, reading the response from Jordan.
Jordan: Who is this?
Tom: I got my phone back. It's Tom.
Jordan: What the hell happened to you? Who are you with?
Tom: Dec and James, we got hammered last night, I'm sorry.
Jordan: Yeah. Got your call. Thanks for that.
Tom: What?
Jordan: Dan thinks I'm gay now because you explained you wanted to be here to.. wtf Tom
