[REUPLOADED] are you f*cking kidding me right now

To my morning sun,

The alarm clock screams in my ear to remind me that the most boring type of hell is awaiting my arrival. 2nd year college. Yeah, alright I understand "sEcOnD YeAr OnLy?! tHEn yOuR SeNioR YeAR iS gOiNG tO bE LiKe SerViNg sATaN wItH nO bReAKs", but I still have so much work; don't even get me started on finals. My grades are fine but they're always much lower than my expectations to the point where I don't even have expectations.

I get up to hear my hungover roommate George and his boyfriend Clay trying to make pancakes whilst being sleep deprived. Underline trying; their little cooking session contains so much of George screaming that I think I'm part of his dumb Minecraft videos. How the fuck did they mess up pancakes?

My legs wobble their way to the restroom where they'd finally put on the same pants they've worn for 3 days; disgusting to you, but a normal occurrence for me. I utter an "oh shit" when I see my oily and disheveled face in the mirror. My breath smells like mints, last night's dinner and cigarettes. Look guys, I don't smoke often but when I do, it's probably for the aesthetic of my room or because I'm mega stressed.

I get out of the "shower" and go back to my side of the bedroom to look at the unfolded monochrome T-shirts laying on my "chair of shame". That chair may as well be my closet for the whole year because it's been weeks since I've put anything on a hanger. A minute passes by until I decide I'm feeling a little daring today and choose my new shirt, Grey #13. My wardrobe does have different clothes that would be considered stylish but why the hell would I impress strangers when I could impress me? In the middle of my clothe changing ceremony, my music is rudely interrupted by... a text! From Fundy!

Now who's Fundy, you ask? Maybe you are asking, or not. I don't know what you're thinking, man. I live in a 17 year old brain and now on an Ao3 story. Ahem anyways. Now who's Fundy, you ask?

He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. Ever since I found out who composed the coolest piano piece based off of animal crossing, I have been his biggest fan until 7 years ago, when I became his best friend. His original username was FlowerBaby since he said it had to do with his name and asked me to bury that dark secret but obviously, I bully him for it.

Our first message exchange was on discord where I completely geeked out on him and spoke about how he was the coolest person ever. I didn't expect him to respond to me and have a conversation. Not only was he musically talented and so fun to talk to, but he is a genius at computer junk. Minecraft became seriously popular and that's where he started getting interested in creating plug ins and coding for it.

From his first 500 subscribers to his 2 million subscribers, I was there for all of it. Oddly enough, I forced him to play Minecraft to get him over his fear of the Ocean. The plan didn't work but he now found a new hobby which was all that mattered. As you can tell, I'm definitely in love with him. Through thick and thin, I've seen it all. I basically know everything to know about him... except for what he looks like, his name and where he lives.

I can guess he's from Europe or at least lives there since he's always awake when I am; he's vaguely described himself as short, curly red/brown(?) haired, brown eyes and small frame. We've only ever called but he doesn't want me to see his face since people have bullied him about it...

Guess it's fair though, he doesn't know what I look like, my real name and but knows where I live. We've made a deal to update details about how we look and currently the place he's in in didn't change for quite a long time, though he mentioned living in Netherlands then moved somewhere else.

Actually, in a few weeks from now, we're gonna meet up. I accidentally revealed that I am in London after complaining about the weather. We decided on it a few ago because it's been a whole 7 years since I first spoke to him, so why not become his friend in real life, when given the chance?

Fundy helped me through so much. From finding out who I am to who I love, it's always him who brings me into the light. Life has never been brighter and when I see him, life is going to be brightest.

After a full hour of listening to Fundy's dumb "weed" playlist while staring at a wall, I head to the kitchen to see a stack of pancakes (and 2 burnt ones on a different plate), a passed out George, a tired Clay watching the last pancake, and a messy sink.

"Dang Alastair, bringing out the spring colours are we? The rainbow is a bit much but I'll respect it" Clay jokes in a British accent. All I give for an answer is an eye-roll. "Jeez dude, keep it down! George is sleeping". He puts the pancakes onto 2 other plates then messily squirts syrup and tops them with butter. "Dinner is served"

"Dinner? Whatever, thanks for the food" Clay gives a thumbs up then walks towards George and pokes his sides to wake him up. The pancakes aren't complete disasters and basically edible (hopefully). I don't wait for the two since Clay doesn't even live here and George is old enough to be responsible. He owns the place anyways.

I realise my classes start in an hour. The apartment is just a 5 minute walk so I have lots of time to spare. I could just go in early to meet Wilbur, that asshole always appears somehow anyways so it'd be chill to hang out with him.

Besides if I reach my class first I won't have to run into him.

Floris

Well, who's this stupid bitch?

He is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. That is an extreme exaggeration for effect because I need to be extra all the time guys. Floris, oh Floris. I've known him since I was 12. The first time we met, he'd made fun of my skirt that I was completely obsessed with.

Marking the start of an enemyship.