The night Lance received that email, he was very confused.
Something about the ship shutting down during emergancy landing? He didn't know.
to: Flowerboy1900s@outlook.com
from: karmaisabitch@gmail.com
subject:
(blank)
sorry, you must have sent this to the wrong person.
Im not sure how you got my email.
a couple of hours later, he received one back.
to:
karmaisabitch@gmail.com
from: flowerboy1900s@gmail.com
subject:
sorry
my bad, i didnt meant to do that. i have resent it though so everything is okay now...apart from the fact we are stuck on the moon! lol. but would you mind keeping me company?
to: Flowerboy1900s@outlook.com
from: karmaisabitch@gmail.com
subject:
(blank)
i dont see why not. could i get your name and phone number instead though?
Lance smiled happily, finally someone to talk to.
to:
karmaisabitch@gmail.com
from:
flowerboy1900s@gmail.com
subject:
phone number
sure! my number is 0407303871 and my name is hunk.
lance saved the number and smiled brightly, sending him a text.
Lance: hi
hunk: hey!
A/n: sorry, i know this was crappy and SUUUUUUUUUPER short. but hopefully the mext ones will at least be longer!!
dedicated to @Izahwebb7
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