Twitter DMs || Danny Edge

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My face almost pressing up against "Harry Potter And The Sorcerers Stone" so indulged in my book that I almost don't hear a whistle from my phone, notifying I have a notification from twitter.

Eh it's probably just an update account

I go back to reading my book. Five seconds (AN: Of summer) later, I get another notification. And another. And another. And another. Okay what the fiddlesticks is going on?

I pick up my phone to see what all of the spam is about. Scrolling down, I see something that makes me almost pee myself. Okay maybe I did but no one needs to know that.

"epDannyEdge followed you"'

My phone falls out of my hands and bounces on my duvet. Holy lord all mighty Danny Edge followed me. Calm down Ryan, he's just a person. A regular person that has made you very happy.

I scream into my pillow, the smile not coming off of my face no matter how hard I try. My book is laying down next to my phone. Welp, now I cant read that.

I pick up my phone and open up twitter. It's real. It's really real.

" @epDannyEdge okay so you followed me and I was reading HP. Now I cant read my book anymore😭(crying face)"

My face brightens up when I see the "follows you" as I open up his twitter page. Wow. I really can not believe that this happened. I click on his DM button cause why the hell not?

23:44
@dull-er-vibes:
Okay um hi I'm Ryan lol thanks for the follow. I'll probably dm you random things about my life but you can ignore them

I really want to fangirl but... my... book. I look between Harry Potter and my phone, eventually choosing Harry Potter over the internet. I have the rest of the series ordered on eBay and they're coming so soon I'm realllly excited about it.

It's almost 2 when I finally finish the book. I take my hair down and change into a Twenty One Pilots baggy sweatshirt that goes down to my knees. I'm 5'4 okay don't judge me. I climb into bed and shut my eyes, a grin on my face.

"Oh Ryan how I love you so much" Luke Hemmings yelled at me from the stage. He ran down and right as his lips were about to press mine, he started yelling at me?
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"
"What..? Luke-

I'm rudely awoken from my wonderful dream by my alarm. I groaned and walked out of bed, my bright red hair scattered everywhere a my blanket on the floor(that I tripped over). The whole reason why I even have an alarm set is because I have work. Trust me, I love my job but I hate waking up. I work at an emergency care for animals, hence why I'm waking up at 10:30. I have the afternoon shift which lasts until 20(AN: 8 PM :-) ).

I brush my hair, doing my whole makeup ordeal that I'm too lazy to explain and throw skinny jeans and an all time low t short on. I stuff my scrubs into my bag as I walk out of my room and into my kitchen. I grab eggs, milk, vanilla, cinnamon, bread and maple syrup and make French toast. I have an hour until work because I didn't straighten or curl my hair, just put it up in a ponytail. While my bread is in the pan, I start making dinner. I throw an orange in my bag along with a fruit roll up (I promise I'm 19) and I start making my sandwich. I made PB&J and put it into a plastic baggie after I flipped over my French toast. My lunch was done as well as my dinner and I was off. I scarfed down my food after drowning it in maple syrup, grabbed my keys, bag and walked out the door. I had a 1967 Chevy Impala, she's my baby. Won't let anything happen to her. I slip in my "Sounds Good Feels Good" CD and start driving.

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A/N: Okay so I know this is really crappy so far and it's really short but I'm trying😂