Car's Good Ol' One Shots~

#Izzgo :3

IzzySama Indie_Is_Indie :3

IZZY HERE IT IS
IM SORRY
I'VE BEEN LAZY.

SONG: Nightcore - Guns For Hands (Twenty One Pilots)

Nightcored By - ChappNC

Original Song By - Twenty One Pilots (Josh Dun & Tyler Joseph)

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Indie's POV  ( LmAO i,M gOnNa MesS tHiS uP sO bAd. ) -ACTUAL ONESHOT-

  A worn sigh left my mouth as I finished Homestuck for the second time.   I don't understand why Andrew Hussie (The awesome amazing just wow fangirling creator of Homestuck) can't just make more Homestuck.  

  My body pushed itself away from the glowing computer screen.  I checked the time.  Have I really spent twelve hours laying in bed, reading Homestuck?  New record - I'm impressed with myself.

  My phone started to buzz endlessly.  Another breath leaves my mouth as I search for my phone.  Pins and needles, pins and needles.  That's what happens when you don't move for twelve hours - pins and needles.

  I finally find it and look at the contact.  Instead of it being Car or Drizzy, it's Izzy.  My eyebrow raises slightly, but I go along with it anyway and answer the call.

  "Hello?" I question into the phone.

  "Indy!" Izzy cheers from the other line, "I've been trying to call you for twelve hours!"

  I grin. That action is unknown to her, "You were reading Homestuck again - weren't  you?" She assumes.

  "I was..." I start, "Why does it matter?" I question.

  "Because I've been trying to call you for twelve hours!" She squeals, "That's why!"

  "Why have you been calling me for hours?" A small pause interrupts my sentence, "What do you want?"

  "Can I come over?" She asks. Before I can reply, she starts talking again, "Thanks! I'll be over in five." And with that, the call ends.

  I pull the phone away from my ear and skeptically turn it off before looking myself in the mirror. I gag at the serious bed head I'm rocking. I smirk, "Hello, hot stuff." I joke with myself. My playful feeling fades, "That's sad - talking to yourself in a mirror." I murmur, "Wait, I'm talking to myse--" Before I could finish my pity sentence with myself, the doorbell rings.

  My feet carry me to the bathroom, quickly combing through my hair as fast as possible.  The doorbell rang about five more times before I made  my way to the front door. Right as I opened the door, Izzy's index finger was hovering over the doorbell button.

  "I almost broke your doorbell!" Izzy chirps, "I can tell." I reply, stepping out of the doorway so she can come inside.  Izzy bounces in, her optimism radiating off of her. Once she gets inside, her foot gets caught on the rug in my doorway.

  My eyes widen as she comes tumbling towards me, unintentionally knocking me to the ground. She falls and lands in the space between my chest and neck (near my collarbone). My cheeks flush into a bright red color as she brings her head up. Unlike me, her whole face  is red.

  "S-Sorry!" She apologizes profusely, over and over again until I cut her off, "It's fine." I state, cutting her off. Her lips purse shut, not another word  leaving her mouth. Izzy tries to maneuver herself off of me, but ends up tripping on her foot and falling once again. I don't have the time to move before I feel a warmth on my body again.

  My eyes widen as I feel a warm pair of lips crash into mine, my blush reclaiming itself on my face.

  Is it be bad to say that Izzy's a good kisser?

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NOT AN ACTUAL ONESHOT FROM HERE ON

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Izzy's POV

INDEH AND I WERE SITTIN ON DE COUXCH, CHILLIN OPUT WHEN INDUH LOOKWD AT MEH AND SAAD, "CHU WANNA KIIIIIISSSSSSSSS?"

I BLOOSH AND SHE KISSEZ MY LIPPEH LIPZ (Lippy lips isnt mine o~o - DAT AINT ORIGINAL)

I SAID YAAAAAASSSS AND WE DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIID

car: i literally can't live with myself.