Miles Apart

Chapter Two

        1 WEEK LATER
     Skylar's POV
  I woke up the next morning and it was Saturday. Great. Time to go bury myself in fanfic and ships on the internet. First of course I'm gonna check Instagram first because eh. I go on Instagram and start looking through my feed then start looking at stories. I see the girl who I followed a few days ago. She was wearing a MCR shirt and I have to admit she looked kinda cute to I replied 'LOVE THE SHIRT'. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair for absolutely nothing and when I came back I realized I had a DM. It was her. She said 'Thanks >~<'. Then she started typing something. 'Wanna be frens'. Wow. This is new. I thought about it for a bit and figured why not. We're probably only gonna talk for a little and stop talking forever. 'Sure' I replied. Well we talked for longer than I thought. Like 3 hours longer. Then she said she had to go but she's text me tomorrow if I wanted. I told her if she wanted. Then what she said next made me feel warm inside. 'Why wouldn't i'.
  
   NEXT DAY
 
     Zoe's POV
      I woke up early so I texted my friend, who I found out is named Skylar, good morning. I know she lives in Cali, but I have no idea where so there's no telling what time it is. I went downstairs contemplating if I want to eat or not. I choose not and just get a bottle of water. I've been meaning to lose weight anyway. I walk back upstairs trying to be quiet because mom is still asleep, and I sure as hell don't want to wake her up right now. I start watching YouTube, of course starting with my gay king Macdoesit. He's relatable. Like seriously. After about maybe 2 hours of watching random youtubers I decide to go back to Instagram. I notice that I have 2 DMs. One is Skylar and the other is my friend Paityn. I answer Pait (my nickname for her then see that Skylar had just woken up. Am I going to fast? I don't like when I annoy people or make them feel like they have to talk to me. Oh well. We talked for a while and she said she had to go. I have a feeling she doesn't like me. I'll leave her alone tomorrow. Who would want to talk to me anyway?