Rescue//Tana Mongeau and idubbbz

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This guy has me nutting everywhere like he's so damn cute but unfortunately I am not hahAHA:')

Tana's pov:

The fuzz of my blanket tickles my nose and my thumb starts to cramp from the amount of scrolling I'm doing on Twitter. Just a bunch of boring shit going down my newsfeed. I scroll back to the top and refresh my page.

The first thing I see is him with some potato looking bitch. I zoom in on the picture of them and notice their locked hands.

I think I've been staring at the photo long enough, but I can't shake this unpleasant feeling towards it. They don't look right together at all. He shouldn't be with her.

You did kick him out of your house because he was acting deluded and violent towards you.

That was pretty fucking weird of him and it really did scare me. Though, I don't want him with anyone else.

I finally turned off my phone before I tweeted something I'd regret, like always. It's a good thing he's with someone else because maybe there is hope in the future he will end up with me.

He's the only person who actually fucked me with a toothbrush, my heart will never forget him. My pussy won't forget either.

Ian's pov:

Later after spending a few hours eating with Chlamydión I went back home feeling less like a loner than usual. She was alright company. I wouldn't mind hanging out with her again.

My iPhone buzzes against my ass and I pull it out to reveal text messages from people I usually don't associate with, telling me to go twitter. I follow the commands to see a picture of when Chlamydión grabbed my hand and threatened me into lunch.

I briefly look through the rumors of her being my girlfriend and somehow these people found out her name. I'm not bothered since she initiated this herself, so she can deal with fans herself.

Like hell I'd date her, she's not my type and I'm not interested in anyone else at the moment right now. It's kinda funny how pictures taken out of context can seem so different than what was actually happening.

These damn news sources making it out like I'm on a date when really I'm a victim in a way, since I didn't want to go with her necessarily. My phone dings again, except this message catches my eye

Mongo Mongoose:

As soon as I have enough with your creepy ass you go and find a new bitch (whose name is practically Chlamydia) you're disgusting.