Lately, my line has been dry as hell. No calls from my mom, dad, or anyone for that matter. I mean, at least one person shoulda called, right? No "wyd" or "gm", nothing? Okay cool, I see all of yall. Nah, you know what I ain't finna sit here and sulk, I don't care, imma just wrap myself in my blankets and watch Netflix all alone in my dark, boring, and lonely ass room. Not to mention it is cold as shit, and I am too lazy to go downstairs and turn the heat on. So my COLD, dark, boring, and lonely room.
I slowly stumble my way to my bed, the only thing that has given me any sort of company in these dry periods that I go through. As I make my way over to the bed my phone beeps, triggering my legs to move faster than I thought they could. Speeding my way to the dresser to see what the gods of messaging have sent for me. It was a bill. I stare at my phone as if it had just insulted me, my face started to create a look of disgust. I threw my phone into a pile of clothes that I have in my room. Yes, I am dirty but what is anybody gonna do about it.
Huffing I rip my blanket from its comfortable position tucked between my bed and the bed frame and throw my self onto the bed, completely covering myself in the soft monstrosity that it is. I grab the remote, and stare at the TV, distracted once again, but by my thoughts this time. I hate having nothing to do and I hate being bored so, what can I do to make myself feel more lively.
Stokeley.....
No, what the hell, why him, why that fuck nigga outta all of the people I coulda thought of.
Why not him? I could just text him, I mean he would give me the entertainment I crave right now, so why not? My brain seemed to be trying to reason with itself. I mean, I could text him, but about what, should I play with him, or should I just be honest and tell him why I wanna talk.
I lift my body up and try to grab my phone from the dresser, but it's not there, what... where is it? I begin to frantically search for my phone, my arms moving left and right, I begin moving so much that I lose balance and fall off my bed, head first.
"Ow, shit!" I exclaim as the rest of my body finally hits the floor. I put my hand on my head hoping there is no bump left after this. I turn my head to the side and frown, my phone lies on the pile of clothes next to me. But my frown disappears because the next thing I know I am speeding crawling over to the phone like a pirate who has finally found his treasure after 20 years.
I pretty much snatch my phone and throw myself back on my bed. I scroll through my contacts and I have to scroll for a while until I find his name. I hesitate, do I really wanna text him after all of this time? My thumb seemed to be moving very slow, hovering over his name, I do it. Now the hard part, sending the message.
Was the first thing I put down
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That wasn't so hard, is he gonna reply though? Maybe not, but if he does this will be interesting.
Yeah yeah, it's short I know. Okay so I know I haven't been updating like I wanted to, but it's Winter Break, so there is no real excuse to not update, this is the first time I am doing a little story that has about two parts or more. Also, creativity is kinda low lol. Imma work on that, but I will continue this story really late today or tmmr and give you guys a Christmas Special with X and Ski because I still owe ya'll an XXXTENTACION fanfic.
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Also here is this cute ass picture of my ZEPETO with another girl, mine is the one with the white hair, the other one was one I thought was absolutely cute as well, but anyways bye!!
