ok this is a shitpost fanfic where my friend and me are shipping our roblox avatar LMAO btw this is old
friend did wmill and i did com
and it isnt finished my writing SUCKS
Wwim fp pocv
I was sprinting up the sidewalk for a meeting I had. I was almost late for the flight. The meeting took place in another country, so I had to take a plane to get there. I was dragging my luggage around, until I finally got to the local airport. Most people don't have an airport near them, but just my luck I guess. I got to the airport and pulled my phone out of the front pocket in my luggage. It was 16:30. My flight wasn't until 17:00, so I guess I had time. I went to go through all of that verification stuff, before going into the main room to wait. Time passed by slowly. I pushed my luggage out and put my legs to rest on it. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head.
A couple minutes passed, and I saw another guy sit a chair away from me. He had no shirt, yellow skin, green pants and a tin hat as well. I love frying pans. I use them way too much. I even wear one on my head. The other guy with a tin hat looked at me and we locked eyes. I smiled awkwardly and looked away again. He was.. Fit. Very fit. We sat there in total silence for about 10 minutes. About 5 more minutes until we boarded the flight. I was nervous about making conversation with this other guy. What was wrong with me? I'm normally very extroverted, and like to talk with people a lot. What was the problem this time? I checked the time again. 16:57. I put my legs back down and slipped my phone back into the front pocket of my luggage. I held to the top handle of the luggage waiting for the airport crew to say something.
A couple minutes passed. The annoying ass loud announcement came on, breaking my eardrums. Everyone in our section headed to the line to get their tickets checked. There weren't that many people, because this was privately rented for the meeting. It was hosted by a really rich individual, one of my friend's siblings. We don't talk that often, so it would be nice to talk to them again. There were around 30 people boarding the plane. Some of them were going to my meeting. Some were not. Some I couldn't tell. Like that guy with the tin hat.
com pov
I was just minding my own business until I found a strange person staring at me weirdly, we both looked at each other in total silence, then he just smiled until the speaker announced my gate. Surprisingly we both had the same gate. We all boarded on and saw the guy again. 'Strange, he has a pan on his head..' I decided to snap out of my thoughts and continue to get on board. I sat down at the 9th row like an edgy kid, and the guy sat 2 rows in front of me. 'What is going on- Why am always seeing this guy..' I try to get it out of my head by trying not to look at him in the rest of the guy and look at my phone. The announcement came on and said that the flight was over. We all got off and it was pretty normal. I walked around the city to explore, some people were giving me weird looks, maybe because they were jealous of my perfect body. I walked to an apartment I rented awhile ago and made myself at home. 'Ok, I need to get ready for the meeting. I have either two choices. Be a normal person and wear a shirt for the first time, or be a ignorant human being and don't wear a shirt.' He went with no shirt, because he thinks people like his 6 pack, but really they don't.
Big gay n
Wmill faceve
I arrived at the meeting. I was greeted by Sammy. "Ah, mill, you never wear a different outfit, don't you?" I chuckled. "Of course not. This is my brand attire." I said, striking a pose. Sammy let out a soft laugh. I walked into the meeting room at the end of the hall and checked the letter I got. I was seated at 2B. I went to the chair marked 2B on the back of it. A couple minutes passed. The guy with the tin came in.. shirtless again. I felt my face heating up. Wait.. what? God dammit. I always get nervous around him, even though this is literally my first time meeting him. He sat 1 seat away from me. I tried to calm myself down. There's a seat in between us.. Someone else will take it and I won't have to be so nervous. I thought. Maybe I.. no, that can't be. We're both male. That would be gay. Well, I've been questioning my sexuality lately so maybe.. Okay, I should really not be thinking about this. There's no way he would.. Well, like me back. He's probably straight asf. I immediately adjusted my pan so it was covering some of my face.
20 minutes had passed. Most of the people were here. The guy, or girl, who was supposedly going to sit in between us wasn't there. I started to internally panic. I knew what Sammy would probably do if she-
"Mill, Com, one of you guys can move closer to the other? I'm guessing Kiki didn't show up today."
My face turned a noticeably bright red, because my face is a pastel yellow. Shit. No, I can't let them see me like this. The guy with a tin h- er, I mean, Com, moved a seat closer to me. I looked at the table with my frying pan covering most of my face. This was awkward. I could see him glancing at me. I probably looked like a child. Hiding my face because I was scared. Sammy began the talking, so I looked up.
An hour later, the meeting was done. There were going to be more this month, so I rented an apartment. It was cheaper because we had roommates. I looked at my key. Floor 4, room 409. I entered the elevator. Ding. I got out and headed to the apartment. I wonder who my roommate will be. I go in. Looks like nobody's home, I guess. I start unpacking my stuff, and flop on the couch. I watch some tv for about 20 minutes, until the door opens. And it was-
