(Breelyn's POV)
After we left the mall, me and Ash decided to have a sleepover at my house.
"Sooo," she dragged out the 'o'. "I saw you talking to a guy at the mall. Wait, not just any guy.. TYLER THE CREATOR!" she screamed very loudly.
I giggled, "yeah, he bought me a frosty."
Her jaw dropped.
"What? Are you serious? Don't lie to me. Are you kidding? ANSWER ME BREE!" she started jumping up and down like a little school girl.
"Well, I would answer you if you'd shut the fuck up and LET ME TALK." I giggled.
"Well, after you went to the restroom, I was turning around to go to Wendy's and I bumped into him. He then started apologizing and stuff and said he wanted to talk to me more or whatever and offered to buy me a frosty, so I said sure. Then we sat down and started eating and talking and stuff. And I got his number" I explained the days events.
Her eyes widened at the last part, "have you texted him?"
"No, not yet." I looked down of embarrassment.
"Text him right now!!!" she got my phone and tossed it to me.
I looked through my contacts and found the one with his name.
I texted him.
(Tyler's POV)
"Fuck! Here we go again." I tried to do the skateboard trick again, for like the hundredth time.
I tried again, and failed.
"Ugh, fuck this." I complained,
My phone vibrated.
It was a text from an unknown number.
(?: Hey, it's Breelyn :) )
YES SHE TEXTED ME!
I'M SO HAPPY SHE ACTUALLY FUCKING TEXTED!!!
(Me: oh, hey! :) )
We kept a conversation for about 2 hours, then it got really late.
(Breelyn: I have to drop my parents off at the airport in the morning, so I'm gonna go to bed :) text me tomorrow okay?)
HELL YEAH I WILL.
(Me: Okay, I will :) Night!)
I LIKE THIS GIRL SO MUCH WHAT THE FUCK.
Usually. I'll just fuck a girl and never talk to her again.
But this one's different.
Of course, I want to fuck her, she's hot as fuck.
But I like her more than that.
And I just met her.
Fucking fag.
I checked the time and it was already gonna be 3 AM.
Fuck, I should go to bed.
I took a quick shower then went to bed.
*Next Day* (Breelyn's POV)
"Ashlee! Wake up!" I shook my best friend who was dead asleep.
"Ugh, ASHLEE!!" I kicked her.
She groaned.
She rolled over and got up.
"What?" she grumbled.
"Start getting dressed so we can take my parents to the airport!" I said already looking for something to wear.
