But who needs time? || pepsicola fanfic

Platinum Blonde

[I wrote this about a year ago and I suck at updating and writing. Id like to think I got better but that's a lie. Haha, I hope you enjoy. ]

A loud screeching noise rang in your ears. You roll over and grunt, hardly pounding your fist on your green ghostbusters alarm clock you got three years ago on your thirteenth birthday. You roll your sky blue eyes and emerge from the warm covers. You place your feet on the cold floor and shift out of bed. You sniffle as you run your fingers through your ravenette hair. You pat around on your bed side table for your black rimmed glasses, placing them on your face. You struggle to stand up and shuffle over to your old 2008 computer. Right as you sign into pesterchum, you faintly smell the obnoxious pancakes your father was apparently making. Ugh. Betty Crocker. You place your fingers on the keys and pester your close internet friend Dave.

[ectobiologest EB] began pestering [turntechgodhead TG]

EB: you awake Dave?
TG: well, i am now
EB: heh sorry :B
TG: so what's up
EB: my dad's making pancakes. >:B you?
TG: I'm packing
EB: ...
TG: no you little pervert not like my dick. I mean I'm moving to Washington
EB: WHAT?!
TG: did I say something un-ironic
EB: I live in Washington!
TG: ...
TG: how do I know you're not a 47 year old man trying to get in my pants

You chuckle quite loud at his comment.

EB: yes Dave I'm a 45 year old man who wants your highly ironic D.
TG: I said 47... So it is you
EB: oh shut up Dave.

[ectobiologist EB] ceased pestering [turntechgodhead TG]

You sign off of your computer and make your way to the bathroom. You brush your overbite you get picked on a lot by. You grin in the mirror and can't help but giggle. You shuffle back to you bed and leap under the sheets, hiding your face from the world. "John breakfast is ready!" You groan passive aggressively and shout back to your over protective guardian, "I could tell."

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"Did your boy toy just stand you up?" You jerk around violently and scold at your smirking older brother. "DIRK!" You growl, "I know you swing that way, but that doesn't mean I do!" You roll your eyes and place your clenched fist on your desk. "You seem to dig him little man." You clenched your fist so hard you could feel your nails digging into your skin. "He- we aren't-" he cut you off, "you'll come around." you scold at your brother but he seems to be burning a deeper hole with his piercing burnt orange eyes. You flinch as he smirks and walks out. "goD DAMNIT!" You blurt as you slam shut your laptop. You stood up and hesitantly walked outside.
The scorching sun burns your lightly tanned skin. You slide your aviators higher up the brim of your nose to keep the sun out, un tucking short strands of your choppy blonde hair. You block your freckle swept cheeks with you hands. 'Maybe I do like eggderp...' you were torn out of your trance by the roaring motor of dirks truck. He blatantly honks four continuous times and yells "come on little man, it's time to go." you race inside and grab your poorly packed items, racing back to the car. You bolted towards the back of his pickup truck and tossed your 'shit' in the back. As you jumped into the beat up car you placed your phone in your lap and waited for your brother to drive off. He began to pull out of the driveway, then spoke. "Does said, john live in Washington?" You jolt forward and glance at your bro. "Well... Yeah. He lives in Seattle... 39 minutes away from the condo were moving into." bro slammed his brakes." woah you REALLLLY have the hots for him! You know everything! Even the exact time it'd take to get to his house. your like a little stalker." you lean your seat back letting his truthful comment sink in.
"Takes one to know one."

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Dave is moving to Washington.
To YOUR city.
To YOUR town.
What if he went to your school?
You haven't asked him but don't want to come off as penitent. You log on to pesterchum and stare at your blank screen. Thoroughly placing your hands on the keyboard. You lean away and decide to text dave instead. You got his number two weeks ago. You were very persistent. At first he said no, then you skyped with him (his name was ironicapplejuice which makes you gigle when you re read your conversations.) and he gave you his number after countless hours of begging. You placed your thumb on your lip conjuring up a funny and un awkward way of asking about the school he'd go to. You poured your heart out in to 8 words.

"What school will your fine ass be attending?"

You waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Yet, there was no response.
You just lost your chance at EVER wooing a strider. Great.
You flung backwards rooting yourself to the bed. You began to ponder if you'd ever actually meet dave.
You heard your beloved ghostbusters anthem ring in the distance. 6 feet away from where you lay was your buzzing phone. You eagerly jump up and clench your phone.

2:37
Dave: ummmm... I'm not sure, I'm thinking westview point.

Your face lit up with excitement as a blush swept your face.

2:38
John: OMFG! Dave that's my school!
2:38
Dave: oh, maybe we can bang!

You blushed and slammed your face in your pillow.

2:39
Dave: I meant hang... But both seem legit.
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