Chapter 17

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(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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