Omegle.com // SM

7

She's so gorgeous I can't even deal.
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"Not this again," my Mom says while rolling her eyes. "Mom, I'm not making this up. I'm really friends with Shawn Mendes," she laughs and flips through the tv channels. "That's what you said about Harry Styles two years ago, I still haven't met him."

I take a deep breath, "I was kidding then, and you know I was. We laughed about it after. It's for real this time." She gets up and stands in front of me, "no. I'm not going through this again."
Yes, this has happened before. I was younger and believed everything people told me, I got cat fished. But the one time it's real, the one time I'm not being tricked, my Mom won't believe me.

I really don't want to walk to the air port, and my Mom won't let me use uber cause she doesn't trust it.  "Let's FaceTime him," I say and she raises an eyebrow. "Last time you said that an old man popped up. Not happening." Fucking hell I swear, "Mom please!" "No!"

"I'm tired of your fantasies, do we need to go through all this again? You going to therapy, taking medicine, getting cat fished. You're so fragile these horrible people tricking you break you down. Get into your head."
Yes, I trust people to much. But at the same time, I have trust issues.

It starts out with me not trusting them, then when I do, I trust to much.

"Let's make a deal," I say. She knits her eye brows together and waits for me to continue. "If I show up tomorrow with Shawn Mendes next to me, you have to quit two of your jobs, and let me get one. Also, you'll let me have the extra car in the garage." She nods, "and you don't have a Shawn Mendes, so I'm happy I'll get to keep that extra car. When I'm right and you're wrong, you have to get rid of fluffy."

I nod and smile, then walk to my room. My mom doesn't like the cat, I knew she was going to say that. Yes, we sound like little kids, but making bets is our thing.
We have a weird relationship.

My laptop lights up and I see Shawn requesting to face time me. I freak out cause all I'm wearing is my black, rather short, dress. Wondering why I'm wearing it? It's comfy as hell ok!
I grab my blue jean jacket and throw it on. Oh lord my hair.
Buns!

My eyes take one last look in the mirror before I press except.
His adorable face pops up on the screen, he smiles and I can't help but do the same. "Oh, I get to see someone tomorrow." He says, I bite my lip and ask, "really? Who is it?"

"This really pretty girl, I met her on omegle." I laugh. "Is she nice?" "Very."
"Pretty?" "Gorgeous." I blush at his words and hide my hands with my face. "Stop being cute," I say and he chuckles. "How am I being cute?" I look at him for a moment. "By just being you."

He raises an eyebrow, but then he cheeks heat up. "I can't wait to meet you. If I hug you, will that be weird?" "Not at all." I answer and he just smiles again.

"I feel like I've known you for the longest time," I say while leaning to the side, resting my chin on my arm."I couldn't agree more. But I really don't know you, and I can't wait to be able to do that."

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Yes I know that was short but the next chapter is going to be long don't worry.