Catfish

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"I can't believe he left us on read for an entire fucking day!" Brendon whined for the thousandth time. "Was it so bad he couldn't go to school today?"

"He was probably too scared to respond. I told you: he's not gay. We gotta send him boobs if we want a response."

"We can't do it right away. He'll catch on, right?"

"Yeah. We'll wait for a week."

They both looked over. Patrick was sitting v close to local grunge artist Gee Way.

"I have an even better idea. What if we pretend to be Gee Way?"

"Who?"

"The girl he's always fucking staring at with the red hair."

"How are we gonna get her nudes?"

"We don't need her nudes, it just needs to look like her."

"Oh that'll totally fucking work."

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"Can't fucking believe we're doing this," Pete shakes his head as he presses send. "He's gonna know it's bullshit."

"How? Our fake account is perfect. And he's not gonna turn down Gee even if he thinks it's fake."

"Are you sure, man?"

"Yeah look at how quickly he read it. We sent him that three seconds ago. The dude's thirsty."

Hey, I saw you staring at me during 4th period today 😏

Oh, um, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to be disrespectful or anything.

Don't be. You're really cute.

....really?

Yes! You're so hot.

Not to be rude but, this is a joke, right? There's no way you actually think I'm hot.

"Fuck, he's onto us," Pete mumbled. "What do we do?"

"Let's send him a nude."

"We don't have Gee's nudes!"

"That's what's google's for. Jesus."

They were giggling the whole search. Once finding a suitable photo they quickly sent it, eagerly anticipating the respond. They merely suggested that Patrick send some and after very little coaxing, Patrick agreed to send some back.

It was a joke. When they opened to message it was supposed to be an endless laughter at their shriveled, gross responder. But no. Everyone stared, mouth wide opened, pants getting too tight.

Who would've guessed?

"Oh my god," Brendon broke the silence. "He's totally cat fishing us back. There's no way it's that big."

"The quality's shitty and there's no human that's as pale as him. It can't be fake."

"I don't believe it he....I was not expect that."

What? Is it that bad?

"Let me get this..."

Oh no, daddy. Jesus your so hot are you sure that's real?

"Because that won't sound suspicious at all. He's totally on to us, Pete, don't make it worse."

Nope. I'm not smart enough to fake it.

"He sent us his fucking dick what do we do?"

"I never thought we'd make it that far. Or that he'd be so fucking big. I may need a screenshot of this fuck."

"You're gross. I feel so bad, though. He thinks we're Gee!"

"Hold on I got this."

Plz send more, Daddy. Your pictures make me so fucking wet I need more

Patrick responded something about he'd need the favor returned. They were both too scared do more than skim it. Even that had them fucking screaming.

"Oh my god, what are we doing, Bren??"

"If we send him more photos he'll know we're making it up!"

"Make some excuse then."

Fine, You first.

"Mmmmm, oh my god. There's no way he faked that. Never thought I'd say this but I want him to fuck him. Can we coax him into an orgy?"

"What the hell, it's just a joke."

"Not anymore," Brendon shook his eye, eyes burning on the screen.