Short story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama.
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"Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!"
"What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up...
^HOW CUTE (SILAS EVEN LOOKS LIKE HOW I IMAGINED HIM HERE)
maybe not naya, she's probably that but with a middle finger or smth lmao
^^ listen if you'd like
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ok HERE WE GO
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=7:10pm, 29th February 2016=
FIRST MEETING
"Okay Naya, you can do this. It's just Silas. This is what I want and nothing will change that."
[Naya inhales deeply, waiting for Silas to come online.]
"Not even 2 years ago." [She whispers to herself.]
[Silas' icon pops up, video calling Naya.]
"Oh fuck, he's here." [With her cursor hovering over the answer button, she begins to feel conflicted, unable to answer.]
"Come on, sweetheart, pick up. The wait is killing me. And I know you're onl-"
"Hey..."
[Silas' words are cut off when Naya finally answers, and he stares. For a long time.]
"Hi."
[Pictures did not do any justice to the ethereal woman sitting behind his screen. Neither did the terrible quality of the video. But he knew. He knew that apart from the mahogany brown hair and the gorgeous face, he also wanted everything else Naya Everton.]
"Silas? You there?"
"Yes, I'm here."
"Why are you so quiet?"
"N...nothing."
"Skype is fucking retarded, I can't see your face. Can you see mine?"
"Uh... yes?"
"This sucks really bad. We were supposed to see each other together."
[Immensely frustrated, she lets out a long whine.]
"Well, sweetheart. All I can say is that you look stunning."
[Silas' words make Naya scoff because no one has ever really told her that before.]
"Fuck off, I don't even know how you look like."
"Naya Everton, do you even have to ask? Hot, charming and undeniably sexy to say the least?"
"You narcissist."
[Just then, the glitch disappeared and Silas' face appeared, sipping on a cup of tea, oblivious to Naya being able to see him. The veins in his arms emerged at the surface of his skin whenever he moved, his squared jaw line, so fine it could chisel granite.]
"Oh..."
[And let's just say Naya knew he wasn't lying.]
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WEWWWWW SIYAAAAAA
hope ya liked dis chapter <3 again, thank you for all the support!!
just saying, naya might seem like a very rude and crude character but that's only because of what has happened before so don't hate her oki (˶‾᷄⁻̫‾᷅˵)
SIDE NOTE HEH
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