Basic. H2ODeliriousxReader

Chapter One

I'm not  professional writer, nor am I a nice person.

So if I get bitchy, I'll get bitchy. If I want to roast your ass, I'll roast your ass.

If you get butthurt easily, get out of my swamp.

This is my swamp.

If you are ok with me and my asshole of a personality you may read on.
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Y/F/G-Your Favorite game
Y/N- Your Name

It was sussposed to be a normal day, one where I get my coffee and I leave Starbucks without a trace I was there.

Well the fuckhead Satan clearly had some other plans.

Cause he made me run into a douche and his relatively hot canadian friend with horse muscles.

I mean I'm not complaining about the Canadian of course..

We're getting off topic.

I was about to leave the coffee shop with my beautiful Starbucks in my hand when I closed my eyes for one second.

I got an eyelash in my fucking eye, what was I sussposed to do?

I opened the door and got scared shitless when I saw 2 guys standing there.

Ofcourse, I had to hit one with the door and also spill my coffee on him.

The Canadian was perfectly fine.

But the other one was literally fuming with anger...

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT IN THE FUCK!"

I stared in front of me with my eyes wide open and my delicious coffee on the ground.

Then I snapped into reality. "YOU ASSHOLE YOU JUST MURDERED MY COFFEE!"

His eyes locked on with mine. "YOU JUST MURDERED MY FUCKING FACE WITH THE DOOR YOU BITCH!"

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That's how I just met two... lovely boys named Johnathan and Evan.

And as I walk away from Starbucks I could only wonder what would happen if I had gotten my drink a second later then I did.

I eventually made it to my apartment building and managed to drag myself up the stairs.

The thing about living in Los Angeles is that it isn't the most friendly place.

But, I didn't need much. All I need is running water and a bed.

I was just lucky that I managed to afford an apartment that had a balcony.

I mean, the balcony wasn't too high up and it was relatively close to the ground but I was fine with that.

Probably because I could watch all of the people who pass by.

I could see different personalitys everyday without having to leave my 'cozy' apartment.

I sighed and closed the door behind me as I walked into my apartment.

My plan was to go to Starbucks and get a nice, flavorful coffee. However, that plan was ruined.

I sighed and decided I should just give up on caffeine.

Laying down in my... stiff bed, was all I really wanted to do right now.

I didn't want to go and work at the dumbass gamestop at the mall. I sighed and plumped down on my couch.

I knew I only had an hour until I had to work so I will relish that time.

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OH FUCK. I only got to work 30 fucking minutes ago!

A wild asshole had to appear in the store. I not so secretly stalked him as he walked through the shop, once in awhile stopping and looking at a game.

Eventually he came up to a counter with (Y/F/G).

"Good uhm.. afternoon, is this all?" I tried to hide my face as his eyebrows scrunched up.

He nodded and I was about to ring his game up. "You look so familiar..."

I nodded shyly, "hehe.. I get that a lot."

I nearly choked on my own spit when he said "I think you were in my dream last night."

I hit the table a few times and eventually stopped choking.

I looked up at him, showing my face and his flirty blue eyes changed to annoyance.

"It's you! Your the bitch who spelt coffee all over my shirt!"

His shirt now had one large stain that looked like it would be hard to get out.

"And your the asshole who was standing right behind the fucking door!"

To make things worse, his horse muscle canadian friend walked into the store and noticed the deadly glared we we're shooting at eachother.

He sighed as he looked at us and walked over.
"John, how about we just go."

"No fucking way! This bitch hit me with a door AND spilled coffee on me!"

"And I enjoyed every second of it you prick!"

We both leaned towards eachother and gave eachother deadly glares.

Evan then grabbed Johnathans arm and pulled him out of the store. Like anyone would, I hoped that would be the last time I ever met them.

But, looking at the piece of paper on the table that I hadn't noticed was left there I knew Satan felt like being a bitch.

'*** **** ****
-Evan.'

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THE SONGS ONLY THERE BECAUSE WE'RE ALL SINNERS AND I'M PATD!TRASH