(A/N: I know its Ms Rona time right now but just pretend it is a time of better circumstances.)
Last week, after Fedya and I almost kissed, I left his house blushing like crazy, I mean, what else was I supposed to do?
We soon heard that we were going on a field trip this week.
Now I have to pack. How am I supposed to do that if Fedya cannot help me? He always helps me pack, especially for field trips.
Eh, I guess it's ok. I can pack for myself.
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I put my bag in the kitchen so that I wouldn't forget it next week. I managed to successfully pack myself some band tees, three pairs of black ripped jeans, some beanies, and boxers to sleep in because it's hot in summer.
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It's the day before the trip and I'm done packing everything I need. I would love to call Fyodor and tell him about my day, or what I packed, or who I'm sitting next to in the bus but we have not spoken in a week and the tension between us could only be sliced by a sharp, rigid steak knife.
I'm just gonna read, that seems like a great idea. Of course, every single one of my books is romance. I'm an absolute genius arent I?
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Reading each page seems like I'm overdosing, one pill at a time. All I can think about is Fedya. Fedya, Fedya, Fedya.
Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door. I'm home alone so it must be the postman or something of that sort. To my surprise, I open the door and there he is, Fedya.
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As they say, speak of the devil and he shall appear...
Hey guys, I'm sorry this chapter is real short, I had a bit of a block with the concept of this one.
I was thinking of making this a oneshot book so I probably am going to do that.
Also... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100+ READS! I'M SO GREATFUL FOR EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU <3
(don't forget to vote)
-Dec
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{Fedya x Male Reader}
Fanfiction(previously 'Death of a Bachelor) just a lil story for Mr Feddy because why the hell not? :)
