Am I really doing this? Did I really just make a personal Twitter account? I ask myself as my fingers dance on the keyboard. I'm scrolling through my feed and follow some hometown friends and family.
@JackJackJohnson: I remember stuff from when I was zero years old I swear I have memories of being in a crib
he's stupid haha
@liliahmase1: Larry will rise.
um ok TRUE
I look at who favorited it just because I'm taking a shit right now and have nothing else to do on my phone.
She has only two favorites, someone with an one direction avi and well, me.
the girl with the 1d avi, Her name is Audrey.
I click on her account and her header is just plain black. Ok?
I want to DM her... I don't know why I'm nervous or why I'm even doing this but why the fuck not? She has no clue who I am and I have no clue who she is.
YOU ARE READING
unknown ; gilinsky
FanfictionI guess I won the I love you more game {lowercase intended} {do not give private information to strangers! this story isn't intending that Jack will be behind every screen to ask for info, love y'all!}
