Lemme smash? | Yugbam

Chapter 2

Yugyeom

My sleep was rudely interrupted by the annoying beeping of my phone, I should really start setting it on airplane mode when I go to sleep.

Clumsily I patted my nightstand till I felt my phone underneath my hand. The brightness as I turned it on caused me to hiss and I shut my eyes. After a few seconds I got used to it and wanted to scream as I saw the time. 3:14am. Who the hell would text me at this ungodly hour?

A second look at my screen immediately answered my questions. It was a text from that dab-something guy.
At first I wanted to simply ignore him but the messages just kept coming. Groaning I switched the airplane mode on, put my phone back and tried to sleep again.

What could he possibly want? Was he in trouble? Did he need help? I scoffed at my thoughts. He was probably horny or something.

I pulled my blanket further up to my head and turned on my left side. Sleep didn't come as easily as I hoped it would again. I turned back to my right side. I was lucky that tomorrow, or better today, was Saturday and I didn't have to go to work.

With that I sat up in my bed. No one would care if I stayed up now and sleep the whole day, right? So a quick peek at the messages wouldn't hurt. Besides I was really curious.
Sue me.

Dab-ulous:
do you ever wonder how weird it would be if trees could talk?

Dab-ulous:
like imagine going in a forest

Dab-ulous:
and a tree would randomly shout: hey human your shoelaces are open

Dab-ulous:
tree: you gonna fall over idiot

Dab-ulous:
tree: see i told you, freaking
idiot

Dab-ulous:
tree2: for christ's sake phillip, don't be so rude

Dab-ulous:
tree2: that's why gertrud left you

Dab-ulous:
tree: i told you to not bring her up again

Dab-ulous:
treegertrud: that's true phillip, listen to charles

Dab-ulous:
see?

Dab-ulous
it would be hella awkward

Dab-ulous:
of course trees wouldn't always talk about their love life

Dab-ulous:
tree: those taxes again, am I right charles?

Dab-ulous:
tree2: we don't pay taxes, idiot

Dab-ulous:
tree: *le gasp*

Brownieee:
FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

Brownieee:
ITS 3:37 I NEED SLEEP

Brownieee:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Brownieee:
also those trees have damn fancy names dude

Brownieee:
how the hell did you come up with gertrud

Brownieee:
i'd have just said bob

Dab-ulous:
you wrote back

Brownieee:
bYE

Dab-ulous:
no please

Dab-ulous:
talk to me

Brownieee:
why

Dab-ulous:
I can't sleep

Brownieee:
fine

Dab-ulous:
thank you

Brownieee:
don't make me regret it

Dab-ulous:
i won't