I tossed and turned in my bed while looking through my phone for some new fanfictions but I could barely find any good onces so sighing I kept my phone beside me.
I stated at my room's ceiling for a good ten minutes. Never knew that ceiling would turn out to be the most exciting thing in my room.
I got up from my bed and took a shower before heading to my bed to doze off.
I came out of the shower and saw a text from my best friend Stacy.
Stacy Dude! Did you see Johnathan Rivera's new Instagram story? He is so hot and he got nominated for best male actor! I wish we could meet him one dayyy sksksksksk
Me: Obviously he is super hot! I mean c'mon dude! He is my future husband!
Stacy Pfft! More like celebrity crush?
Me: Wait and see Stacey-Pasey. One day. It will happen.
Stacy Ooh, really? So why haven't your future 'boyfriend' still not replied to your thousand love confessions on his instagram dm?
Me He is- Jsjsjsjsk I'm sleepy. Goodnight.
Stacy Sure, sure. Have a goodnight which you'll probably have cuz it'll be the only place where your imaginary relationship will be-true.
I tossed my phone to the other side of my bed and stared at the most attractive thing in my room, yes, the ceiling.
Within next two minutes I picked up my phone again. Addiction is real y'all.
I opened instagram and went through my dms and absent mindedly opened my dms with the Johnathan Rivera.
I should seriously stop hoping that he will ever reply to me.
Burying my head inside my pillow, I drifted off to sleep.
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My morning started by hearing my mother's melodious singing, "How long are you planning to sleep you lazy bum! Wake up already! It's eleven in the morning already,"
