My phone beeped shaking me out of the daze I was in.
1 new message.
‘It’s concert time mate better get your glad rags on ;)
I didn’t even need the notifer at the top of my iphone telling me who the message was from.
Paul. Of course.
My best friend.
I couldn’t resist smiling as I re-read the text and saw the hidden meaning behind it.
‘Get your glad rags on’ Is Paul’s code for…
ITS PULLING TIME.
HAHA What an idiot.
Sometimes I really couldn’t believe that boy. How he expects to be able to pick up girls I have no fucking clue. I mean, he really doesn’t think at all.
‘Mate good luck competing for girls attention when ALL TIME LOW are stood on a stage a mere 3 metres away from them… Are you crazy’
Smirking I sent my reply to his ever so sensitive wake up text.
Paul has always been a quick texter but even I was surprised when not even a minute later I received a text back.
‘You doubt me man?’
I could barely withhold the laughter. Paul is the biggest player I know and not without reason. At school I can barely walk 10 metres without overhearing some girl ranting about how ‘Sexy’ he is. And believe me he uses that too his advantage completely, honestly I think he’s slept with almost every girl in the school by now. Its actually really amusing as each vunerable girl goes into the sex thinking that they are going to be the one that will change paul but honestly he’s never gunna settle down.
He’s the Joey. Player for life. (and if you haven’t seen friends you need to whack yourself over the head, because its fucking ace.)
Considering my response before I pressed send I couldn’t resist teasing him. Hey, there’s nothing more amusing then an arrogant Paul.
‘You’ve not got a fucking chance.’
I knew exactly what he would text back before he even sent it.
‘Bring it on.’
Laughing at his predictability, I slid my phone onto my bed whilst I quickly showered in my ensuite bathroom and changed into a white bring me the horizon band tee and grey ripped skinny jeans.
As I picked my phone up ready to plug into my speaker to blast out some tunes,I saw I had another notification on my phone. Sliding my thumb across the screen I sighed as I realise I’d been tagged in a post on Facebook. If I’ve been tagged in some game notification again I think I’m gunna punch somebody.
Clicking on the app I laughed as I read the status.
Paul Miller:
Looking forward to All time low later with this fucking sexyyyy dick Josh Byran! I is going on the pusssayyyy patrol which of you mofo’s are gunna be there?
Likes- 50 Comments- 23 Posted 20 minutes ago.
He’s such a cock sometimes!
Just because I felt like a laugh I scrolled down and started reading the comments.
Callum: Go on mate ;)
Rosie: Oh Paul I’d be the pussay for your patrol anyday.
Rob: Rosie you already have been his pussay slut :D
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