Safe Place ~ WayHaught

SHIT! (That Wasn't The Search Bar.)

~Nicole POV~

I'm starting to get the feeling that Waverly just doesn't want to kiss me. All we do is cuddle and hold hands. I mean, it's sweet, and I love my. . . Then there's also that. We never exactly said that we're girlfriends. I don't know if it's just one of those things that's just understood, if so, I clearly don't understand it, or if she wants me to ask her or her to ask me. It's just so complicated. I shouldn't get this flustered over her, but she drives me insane.

I decide not to text her just yet, she's still in cheer practice, so I run downstairs and bring my laptop back up to my room. I open up my Twitter account and go to search Waverly's name so I can laugh at the dumb things she posts. I'm not paying too much attention to what I'm doing though. Mainly I'm focusing on the pictures of us in my camera roll.

SHIT! That was NOT the search bar.

So, I'm screwed. I wasn't paying attention and instead of searching for Waverly Earp, well, I tweeted her name. I just posted "Waverly Earp" on my Twitter account. And I've never been able to figure out how to delete stuff.

"GODD******!!!! SON OF GODDAMNED MOTHERF***** USELESS EXCUSE FOR A LESBIAN!!!!!!!!" I let out a long stream of expletives before I just scream and have to catch my breath. After a few more shaky breaths, I'm ready for round two. "THAT LITTLE SHIT TICKET, GODFORSAKEN, PIECE OF ANUS, FOTHERMUCKING ASSHOLE OF A GODDA***** COMPUTER!"

[hey! just thought it would be fun to imagine Haughtstuff cursing like this 😂😂 enjoy her tantrum ;) ]

"Nicole! Are you alright?!" My sister comes running into my room with a gun and a bottle of tequila, she would get along with Wynonna, and I am beyond a panic attack.

Before I even try to think of an answer, I'm grabbing the tequila and I swear, I downed almost half the bottle in one sip. By now, my phone is blowing up and I think I have about ten texts from Waverly. My sister takes back her bottle telling me something along the lines of slow the fuck down.

"I tweeted her name." I state plainly. Then again. "I fucking tweeted her godd*mned name!" I add some words and volume to my initial phrase.

"Yeah, I know."

"So, what do I do now?" I ask and shit I shouldn't have had that much tequila that fast. I am more than a little drunk.

"Call her." And I know better than to argue with Calamity, she's always right.

"Okay." I nod and she doesn't leave. "Um. . . Privacy?" I ask a bit pointedly.

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[A/N: hey!! Sorry this chapter is so short, but I was reading this magazine and some guy said he accidentally posted his crushes name as his Facebook status and that's how he got his first girlfriend. So I thought it would make a funny WayHaught chapter haha

Also, I'm turning her cat into her sister if you didn't catch that 😂😂 so instead of Calamity Jane being Nicole's cat, Calamity Jane is her sister.

Until next time,

I love you all very very much and promise to use your jawlines to cut my food. . .

~Jordan Ben ]