This is the first fanfiction I had ever written. Please cut 13-year-old me some slack... lmao. Yes, this book is cringey. I would actually advise you NOT to read this series. But nevertheless, I am keeping these stories up because it shows that all...
I wake up and quickly do my morning routine before picking up the phone. I decide to finally open the most nerve-racking tab of all. The new message tab.
Maybe I shouldn't do this... maybe I should just NOT do it at all. I think to myself. But I immediately find myself clicking the "write new message" button.
Well crap.
Messages
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Of course, it takes a while because he's probably either busy or sleeps in late. I got up a little earlier than I wanted to but meh, whatever.
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I hear my phone go off signalling I got a message and sure enough, it was Marshmello.
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Aaaaaaaaannnnnnnd...... exhale. That was the most nerve-racking conversation I've ever had "Woah," I mumble to myself.
{Incoming Call: Hannah} {Accept}
"Hello?" I answer, fumbling with the hem of my t-shirt as I listen intently.
"Heyyy, can I come over please?" She asks. I smile.
"Sure. When are you coming?" I answer, hoping that I'll have time to get ready. Aka... presentable.
"I'll be there in ten?" She says, the end of her sentence turning up to sound like a question. I chuckle. She's always unsure.
"Okay. See you then?" I smile.
"See you then."
{Call Ended}
I hurry up and get dressed in some random clothes and look in the mirror. I'm wearing a black hoodie, black shorts, and black socks.
"That should do it." I tell myself.
I hear a knock on the door and go downstairs in a hurry, luckily I didn't trip and fall like I usually do. That's why I have so many bruises. Because I'm clumsy and trip over my own feet.
I finally make it to the door, open it, and there stands Hannah.
"Hey, come in," I smile at her before stepping to the side. She enters and chuckles at me.
"Thank you... let me guess... you took a tumble down the stairs again?" She asks, shaking her head in mock disappointment. I scratch the back of my neck as I look down at the floor.
"Yep," I tell her, feeling a little embarrassed.
"When will you stop tripping over your feet?" She laughs, playfully punching me in the shoulder.
"Umm, never. I thought I made that obvious." I tell her with a chuckle.
She sighs and sits down on the couch. My phone goes off which is on the coffee table. I panic, hoping that she doesn't see the notification before I can get to it.
"Wha- you have Marshmello's phone number?!" She squeals.
"Yeah," I tell her.
"Well?! What are you waiting for?! Message him!" She tells me in a squeal.
"Wait... you're not mad?" I ask her.
"Nope." She says.
"Okay..."
I pick up my phone and quickly message him back. We end up messaging for a few hours before he has to go. In-between those messages Hannah and I were grinning ear-to-ear, reading them aloud and giggling.
I decide to put on Titanic and we watch that for a little while.
"Hey, Y/n?" Hannah asks, tossing another Twizzler bite into her mouth.
"Yeah?"
"Can you make some popcorn?" She asks me.
"Sure," I answer and get up to make some popcorn.
If only she knew the reason why I was so happy right now. I think to myself. Marshmello had asked if we could maybe hang out when we were messaging and so... we are going to hang out tomorrow.
I go back to where Hannah is and give her the popcorn bowl.
"Here you go," I say, sighing happily.
"You seem happy." She comments, watching the TV like it's the best thing since sliced bread.
"That's because I am," I tell her.
Don't you dare tell her what happened! I tell myself.
"What are you happy about?" She asks. I bite my lip trying not to say anything.
"Well? Are you going to say something or am I gonna have to pry it outta you?" She asks, jabbing me with her Twizzler that she used as a straw. They're delicious after you've used them to drink your soda.
"Umm, well... I'm not going to tell you. That's between me and Marshmello." I blurt, biting the inside of my cheek.
Shit! Nice going dumbass! I scold myself.
"Oooooo, and what's going on between the two of you? FYI, I ship you two!" She says, squealing the last part.
"Chill out! And no I'm not gonna tell you." I say, sticking out my tongue.
Hannah sits there pouting like a two-year-old and looks mad.
"Fine! I'm meeting up with Marshmello and we're going to hang out!" I hate my mind...
"Okay." She says.
"That's all you have to say?" I ask. Hoping she's not mad.
"Yep. I'm happy for you. As I said, I ship you two." She tells me. I really do overreact.
"Okay." I tell her. I go up to my room and she goes to the guest room. It is now 10:00 pm and I'm exhausted.
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|Author's Note| ~ Hey guys! I hope this was a good chapter! I'll try to update often! Thank you for all of your support and thank you for reading! I love you all and can't wait to publish another chapter! Feel free to comment on what you think! I'm all ears! I will try to respond to EVERYONE! Thanks again! ~ Sincerely, Caspian Juniper ♡X♡
