Rescue//Tana Mongeau and idubbbz

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I don't know what I was thinking when I signed my ass up for summer school.

Tana's pov:

It's really boring without someone to hang out with all the time. Even though this house isn't that big, it seems so much larger with just me inside it. I need to make more local friends because my friends are always traveling. I know I travel like them but it's just weird when you suddenly lose interest in an activity you love to do, well loved to do.

There's plenty of people near me that I wish I wasn't so rude to. I could be friends with them now if my headass wouldn't say stupid shit all the time.

I'm the only one to blame at this point.

Ian's pov:

I don't know what I was thinking going out into the city.

There's so many people and I'm not happy with it. Why is everyone so energetic?

I haven't been doing my job, I haven't filmed or posted any new content. I've put out no new tweets or anything. I just don't have a desire to anymore.

Because you decided to think with your dick and ended up going psychotic on her and lost all creativity for work.

Damn, must be fun having an organized life.

Are there any strip clubs nearby?

I don't have cash on me so no point. Along with cash, I don't have any friends either. How the fuck am I suppose to make friends when I don't have a regular job where I have to talk to people and I don't have the motivation to go out?

Guess I can just be alone forever.

I should exercise. That would probably help me fix some issues.

You just need to seek professional help.

I'll be okay after a few runs or I'll even get a gym membership. My health will be booming.

My other issues can wait for now. I don't really care anyway.

"Ouch! Excuse me!" The ear wrenching voice yanks me from my productive thoughts.

"Move." I grumble to the dwarf in front of me.

"You ran into me, I will not 'move' for you." Her eyes resembles bug eyes and her hair makes me feel unpleasant. The dye job is terrible.

"Whatever," I attempt to go around her, but she blocks my path with her stubby arm.

"You will respect me, but what's your name?" She looks like a raisin when she squints at me.

"Ian." She is really annoying me.

"I'm Chlamydión." She forcibly shakes my hand.

"Cool."

"We're going to lunch together, come on!" She pulls me but I'm too wrapped up in my thoughts about why she is being like this.

I knew getting out of bed would be a mistake.