(Emily's p.o.v)
All the sudden I feel this bright light hit my eye lids. "Ahhhh shut it off". I opened my eyes to see that it wasn't the room light. The sun was shining through the window. "Shit, forgot to shut the curtains".
I got up and shut the curtains. Theirs no way I'm going back to sleep. Ugh. I went to the desk and took my phone off the charger and checked what time it was. 10:43 am. Damn I stepped in gooood. I also seen I got ten messages from that Fucking unknown number again.
This bitch really wants me to block him don't he. I went back to my bed and laid back down. I unlocked my phone and read the messages from the unknown number. I was questioning who the dude was.
Unknown #: so um, my bad for texting you in the middle of night like this but I'm bored.
Unknown #: I know you wanted me to leave but maybe we can know each other I little bit more.
Unknown #: or Fuck, we could Fuck...
Unknown #: so I might just tell you who I am. But yet, I don't know you and you could be a bitch and give my number out.
Unknown #: because I'm the shit haha ayyye.
Unknown #: is you cute? Can you send a picture. Maybe a nude if you're nice enough.
Unknown #: no? Okay....
Unknown #: my bad girl for blowing up your phone like this. God, I'm so high.
Unknown #: aye. I'm drunk girl. Text me back.
Unknown #: don't block me.
I wanted to laugh at these text messages yet be pissed. But I couldn't help it. I decided to text back since I have no life and to entertain myself.
Me: you done?
Unknown #: god I got a hangover.
Me: .....
Unknown #: you texted back. Why?
Me: I have no life. So let's get to know each other. Let's start with my name. My name is Emily...
Unknown: um Richard...
Me: where do you live Richard? Richard Colson baker!
Unknown #: WHAT!? No, you got it wrong. I'm Richard Lee.
Me: no I didn't accuse of you being him haha. I mean, thats MGKs real name.
Unknown #: oh, haha yeah. So ummm. Do you like mgk though?
Me: I do, I love his music. My old friend showed me a few years ago. I fell in love. The first song I heard was "end of the road". He's everything. Not looks. His personality. His history. His music. I mean, his looks are a plus. I even got my mom listening to him even my little sister that is 5 years old listens to him it's cute. He saved me Richard...
Unknown #: that's great to know. That's dope to haha. Yeah I listen to him too. Have you ever meet the dude and actually talked or went to one of his shows.
Me: yeah, last year in August to his block party in in home town Cleveland. I literally stand in that crowed for 6 hours to see him, hear his music. I had to pee so bad but I was up front and I didn't want to leave. It was the best night of my life. Unfortunately I left around midnight when he will still on. But I had to pee. I had such a banging ass headache. My feet hurt. But no, I've never talked to him. It would be nice to though. Like it doesn't even have to be face to face.
Unknown #: I know him....
Me: what? Seriously?
Unknown #: yeah, I'm one of his friends. Old friend though. Haven't talked in a while.
Me: lucky. I would take a bullet for him. Just to see him.
Unknown #: aye now haha. No need for that. I can handle it.
Me: huh? You. Wait....
Unknown #: I ment him. He can. Yeah
Me: send me a picture of your face.
Unknown #: camera don't work.
Me: bullshit. Who are you really. You know what state I live in. My Fucking name. You could even track down my number. You could be a pervert. You can't even me honest with me. You texted me first yesterday. Now tell me who the Fuck you are or I will block your number.
Unknown #: damn girl chill the Fuck out. I can't tell you who I am. Okay. I don't trust you. You even got my Fucking number. I didn't lie about my age, what state I live in or my name. I texted the wrong bitch okay. We're gonna end this now. You know to much already. I don't need this shit.
Me: I'm not a bitch.... You don't know me.... Your right. I'm going to block your number. Fucking puto....
I just sat up from my bed. Who the Fuck does he think he is. I looked down at my phone and blocked his number before this guy could text me back. His name probably wasn't Richard Lee. Sounds to fake... But who knows. It was 2pm already and I literally have no life. So decided to just watch some Netflix's.
(Colons aka mgk p.o.v)
"Stupid Fucking bitch blocked me"! I yelled and threw my phone across the room. Dubo walks in and gives me a weird look and sits down. He throws me my phone.
"The hell was that about bro"? "What bitch"? Should I tell him. Fuck it. "That bitch at the club yesterday gave me the wrong number. So I texted it and found out it was a chick from Indiana. I don't even know how she looks. All I know it that she loves mgk, witch is me. She's almost 19 and her name is Emily. That's all I know. She doesn't know she's talking to me. The real me. And she talked about to the fake Richard about me like she's in love with me dude. She said I saved her life. She wanted to know more about me but I didn't know what else to say. So I told her she needed to know more. And she got pissed and yelled. I called her a bitch. And bam. She blocked me".
He starts laughing like the shit is funny. "So what bro.". "So what? I have this weird feeling to not stop this. I wanna keep talking to her and now I can't because I was a dick and she blocked my number."
"You don't even know what she looks like. She probably ugly and fat as Fuck. You don't tie down and she's still a kid." He said. That just pissed me off.
"You are going to track her down by her number and tomorrow we are stopping by her house" I said sternly yet pissed. Dubo puts his hands up chuckling. "That's called stalking but fine bro. On it." He got up and left the room.
I just have this weird feeling like I need to still talk to this chick. I'm coming Emily....
