double; blackbear

.10

"what the fuck is this douchebag's problem?" pete screamed, walking into the house and slamming the door.

i peered up from the tv, sitting on the sofa. "what?"

"this bear guy," pete exclaimed, "he thinks he can just comment shit on your photos and expect to just kick me to the curb?"

"hey," i said in a relaxed tone, patting a spot next to me on the couch. "relax."

pete sighed, taking off his denim jacket and sitting beside me on the couch.

"just because this guy comments on my photos doesn't mean i will ever meet him, or privately message him. please just trust me." i explained to him, saddening myself at the fact that most of what i had said wasn't true.

i was secretly head over heels for this guy before he even knew i existed. the poster on your wall, screensaver on your phone, kiss your pillow and pretend it was him kind of crush.

i would've never imagined it to become a reality.

but now that it's a possibility? i'm going crazy. i love my boyfriend, we've only been dating a few months, but i really liked him and he really liked me.

but this was blackbear, matthew musto. the man i've been obsessing over for three plus years. it was a once in a lifetime opportunity that will soon completely vanish, and i really didn't want to loose my chance.

my phone buzzed on my lap.

iamblackbear sent you a message

pete noticed, his ears practically producing steam. "are you talking to this fuck face?"

"n-no, i-"

before i could finish, pete snatched my phone from my lap and went straight to my messages, scrolling through them.

i wish this wasn't happening, is time travel a thing yet?

"so you literally fucking lied to me when you said you weren't personally messaging him? what the fuck is going on!" pete screamed, throwing my phone onto the ground.

i was concerned if it had cracked or not, but it would be an inappropriate time to check that right now.

"did you see how he gave me his number and i turned him down?" i exclaimed back.

"saying you have a boyfriend is a tiny pothole in his road to having you," pete snapped, "fuck this, i'm going to patrick's."

"pete, please." i begged.

"talk to me when you can stop talking to other guys." he retorted bitterly, ripping his denim jacket off the arm of the sofa and stomping towards the front door, slamming it on his way out.

i exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair and deflating like a balloon onto the couch. then i remembered to check my phone.

i searched for it, finding it face down on the hardwood floor.

i winced as i picked it up, discovering a small crack in the left corner.

my dm's were open, being able to see what mat had said to me.

iamblackbear: hey princess xx