"Mum?" I called from the entrance of her office door. Silence as usual.
"Mum, I really need to speak with you." I called once more before deciding to step in, knowing damn well that I would likely step in old candy wrappers or cat piss.
"Mum." I whispered and as soon as I did she whipped around from her keyboard and struck me.
"Dan. What the fuck do you need? Haven't I told you not to bother me when im working?"
I held my palm to my cheek and choked back tears, "I just-"
"I don't care, just get out or go do something." She said and went back to typing.
I threw the bill that had said overdue on it at least fifteen times on her desk and watch her dismiss it once more.
I gathered my blankets and formed myself into a down feathered burrito. The tips on my toes curled into the warmth as my fingers tapped the keyboard.
I was on Omegle again, I put in the topic of cats. Praying, not literally, that there would be no dicks and no vaginas. Just a friend to talk to for once.
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Fanfiction(Phan): Phil had grown up in a small town where the wifi was shitty and the rain was constant. Dan had grown up in London where everything and everyone was always busy. Both sign on to Omegle and both like "Lions."
