''Well, I'll be fucking damned'' I said out loud to my friend as I looked at my phone in shock. ''Jeffrey Dean Morgan liked my picture''.
''Shut up, you're lying'' Tay said as she laughed. ''Wait for real?'' she continued after seeing my facial expression. ''The one you posted right now?'' Tay took the phone to check it out and her eyes widened like hell. ''You lucky bitch''.
''Well now he knows I exist'' I laughed. We were going to a themed party where we had to dress up as our favorite movie/TV-show character. Of course I was Negan and of course I loved my costume, so Instagram had to see it. I had tight, black jeans with black boots, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket on. My black hair was straightened, red lipstick on, smokey eye that after the party would make me look like a raccoon. I had a bag, but the one accessory that mattered was my beautiful replica of Lucille. My god, was she a beauty.
''What if he checked out your profile after seeing the picture?'' Tay raised her eyebrows up and down.
''I wish-NO. WHAT THE HELL? NAH'' I looked at my screen with a little bit of shock on my face.
''What's wrong with you?''.
''He followed me''.
''No he didn't''.
''See if for yourself'' I threw my phone towards Tay's direction. Catching it, she checked Instagram.
''I swear to god, if this is a dream I'm going to lose it'' she said in shock. So he did follow me. How fucking cool was that?
''So like, he's going to see my posts on his feed, just like that. My face is going to be on his feed''. I smirked, knowing that I was good at Instagram; huh, as if it was a job.
''Now, we can talk about it on our way to Rob's house, we're going to be late if we keep sitting here'' Taylor started heading to the door, ready to put on her shoes. She was dressed up as Harley Quinn; fuck, my friend was really hot.
Arriving at Rob's, house, we grabbed our first drink for the night and went around checking out everyone's costumes. While we secretly roasted some of them, some looked really good and creative. For example, there was a girl dressed up as Luna Lovegood, having every single detail on her that the character had in the movies. It was pretty cool, honestly. Then there was a bad Voldemort and an even worse Ron Weasley.
''Hazel, Taylor, there you are'' I heard Rob's voice and turned around to see him come towards us with his arms wide open and that stupid handsome smile on his face. He was dressed up as Patrick Bateman and fuck me, was it extremely sexy! ''Look at you, girls'' he grabbed our hands to twirl us around, admiring our costumes. ''You look amazing''.
''Thank you, you look cool yourself'' I answered, already attracted to him and I wasn't even drunk. It was nothing close to feelings, it was just lust. I knew we would end up sleeping with each other after the party, we always did.
Let's get this party started, bitches.
Hello!
So, yeah, I couldn't resist writing another Jeff story. I hope this one ends up as I want it to, but it's always hard to put your mind into exact words.
This chapter was short just to introduce the main character Hazel. It will hopefully get better, if not, let me know how I can improve it. I'm always open for positive criticism.
/C.
