On her bus ride home she thought about how popular George was becoming on YouTube.
Even when he couldn't keep in contact with her, she still kept up with his character Frank, and all of his vulgar endevours.
Despite the crude, offensive humor, she still laughed and enjoyed his content.
She leaned her head against the bus window as the lights dimmed.
She wondered sometimes if finding his humor funny made her a bad person.
But the reality was, you can find something funny without having or behaving in the same way as someone else.
Plus, George himself was the opposite of Frank.
She chewed on her lip.
She then pulled out her phone, searching for George's number before texting him, asking if he was free to Skype that night.
She got his response a few blocks away from her stop.
Joji: yeah
Was all it read.
She stared at her screen, heart slowly ripping itself apart as she stared at the single word of a reply.
She turned off her screen, then closed her eyes shut, keeping in the built up tears from the past year.
When she reached her stop, she climbed off the bus, quickly making her way home and going straight to her room, and turning on her laptop.
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Plastic Taste { Joji a.u. }
FanfictionThey're just another pair of best friends who didn't confess until they hit rock bottom.
