(Y/N P.O.V)
Okay, okay, It's time that I make you an Instagram account. I look over to Eric. You'll need to be human so I can take a picture of you for your first picture so people know what you look like.
Oh, yeah. Eric nodded. Later though, right?
Yeah, yeah of course. I nodded, creating a new account. Okay, your name is Eric Morris for short. And- what do you want as your username?
Hmm. Perhaps EMorris.
Really? That basic.
It's basic, but at the same time, it's not. It's simple but good.
I guess.
I quickly created the account, but then it asked for a profile picture.
"Okay, okay," I murmured. "Wait! I have a good idea!"
Don't turn human, you don't need to for your profile pic.
I quickly walked over to my side of the bed, taking the picture that I got of Eric out of under the mattress, taking a picture of the photo.
It can be your profile picture and your first post. Killing two birds with one stone. I smiled at him, walking back over to him.
I made the account, quickly than posting a picture of the photograph.
I honestly think I look good in that picture. Eric chuckled.
Yeah, you do. I nodded.
Thanks. He smirked.
FUCK OFF! I looked away from him. I tapped the share button on Eric's new account, send it to (F/N).
(Y/N). 4:34 p.m.
Here's Eric's account.
(F/N). 4:36 p.m.
Damn.
(Y/N). 4:36 p.m.
Oh, my God. Are you kidding me?
(F/N). 4:37 p.m.
When do I meet him?
(Y/N). 4:38 p.m.
You expected I'd have y'all meet right away? AHA!
(F/N). 3:39 p.m.
I do expect to meet my so-called maybe replacement.
Eric snorted, calm for a second.
AH! Sorry, I have to do an update. God damn it. I've been having so many updates recently. Sorry.
It's fine. I nodded. Perfect timing.
What?
Nothing! Go on and update.
Eric then dissolved in pixels.
Yes.
I quickly fell onto my bed.
(Y/N). 3:41 p.m.
He won't be your replacement.
(F/N). 3:42 p.m.
How can your future boyfriend not be my replacement?
(Y/N). 3:42 p.m.
I don't know if he'll ever become my boyfriend.
(F/N). 3:42 p.m.
Just ask him out.
(Y/N). 3:43 p.m.
No way... I don't know if he feels the same.
(F/N). 3:43 p.m.
But I thought you said something like you guys related a lot.
(Y/N). 3:44 p.m.
I never said we related a lot. I think... but I feel like we're just like to different types of people still. Like I feel like he won't actually be able to like me.
(F/N). 3:45 p.m.
Come on, everyone likes you.
(Y/N). 3:45 p.m.
Colten didn't.
(F/N). 3:46 p.m.
Yeah, but he's an idiot.
(Y/N). 3:46 p.m.
He's literally in my Calculus class.
(F/N). 3:47 p.m.
Well, he may be smart but he's not-
(F/N). 3:47 p.m.
Shit... what is it called?
(Y/N). 3:48 p.m.
Wise?
(F/N). 3:48 p.m.
Yeah, that.
(Y/N). 3:49 p.m.
Shit. Got to go. Bye.
(F/N). 3:48 p.m.
Bye.
I deleted all the previous messages so Eric wouldn't be able to see the messages I had sent her. I sat up and looked at Eric's Instagram account, thinking about some photo ideas.
I then tapped on the edit option. I need to edit Eric's description.
What about me?
"AH!" I gasped. Oh... sorry. You scared me.
Eric rolled his eyes.
I need to put stuff in your Description other than, 'Eric William Morris'
Well then, put my age. Eric said, standing next to me.
Is that it? I asked, looking up at him.
He leaned down to me, right above me. Yes.
Okay. I nodded, looking at my phone. When can I post another picture of you on Instagram?
Eric smirked at the weird phrasing.
Damn it, Eric! I meant when should YOU post another picture of YOURSELF on YOUR Instagram.
He continued smirking.
Damn you.

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