"You should have been a FBI agent. You are smart, know how to fight and shoot a gun, and even pretty enough to go on these undercover cases, seduce some mafia boss and-"
"Your imagination is amazing Kelly but I am pretty sure, that's not how it works." I snickered as I took the fifth shot of alcohol, feeling the bitter taste burn my throat as it flowed down. "Plus, why the fuck would I seduce a mafia boss out of all people? Bad boys are good in books but for me, they are just problematic assholes."
"I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about but I love me some hot bad boy." She slurred as she wiggled her eyebrows at me. "Nothing feels like paradise than a toxic relationship's sex life."
"Well my last relationship was toxic and the sex was still shit so..." I shrugged.
The bass of the music made our drunken hearts pound heavily. The club was full of people dancing, grinding on each other, throwing up, kissing and doing what not while some people like Kelly and me were just sitting in a corner, sipping their drinks.
"Yo, I am going to the washroom." Kelly murmured, our eyes barely open. "I feel a big fat shit tingling in my ass."
When she tried to stand up, she stumbled and I caught her before she landed face flat on the ground. Snorting loudly, I started laughing. "Will you be even able to stand first though?"
"Do you want me to poopoo my pants here then?" She deadpanned.
"Welp, there you go then." I left her slowly and watched her as she made her way to the bathroom, wobblingly. Resting my face in the palm of my hands, I felt light. I felt all my worries disappearing, all the weight on my chest being lifted off. Just as I was drifting off to the world of slumber, I felt a feathery tap on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, is this yours?"
I opened my eyes and blinked a little to see a tall, blurry figure standing in front of me. "What?"
He showed me a phone. "Yours?"
Squinting my eyes, I did realise it was my phone. Smiling stupidly, I said, "Oh yes, yes it's mine. Thanks."
"You are welcome." Why was his voice so deep, holy fuck?
And then he walked away.
But as soon as he disappeared, a message popped up in my phone. It was from my brother screaming at me with full caps texts, asking me why I was such a mess everytime I tried to drink and why he was the one who had to play the babysitter.
But that's not what caught my attention. It was the text just after that.
It was an anonymous text and it said:
Maybe, I will tell you about it when you are sober. For now, goodbye.
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LMAO ITS JUST A LIL INTRO I WROTE THERE. I HAVE A STORY PLANNED IN MY MIND BUT I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO POST IT OR NAH BUT ANYWAYS HOPE YALL ENJOY IT WJWNWN.
I can literally imagine one of the anonymous peeps finding all these FFS and going 👁️👄👁️ and it's hilarious.
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The Anonymous (fanfic)
Fanfiction"You don't know what you are playing with." I smiled. "Or maybe I don't care Mr. Binary Codes." His hands wrapped itself around my neck at an inhumane speed. Growling in my ears, he said, "You think this is a game? Should I show you how I can play...
