More like photo of hormonal dreams.
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The trials were done by 3, and Amber had left for her shift at work at around 4.
When Michael still wasn't home by the time it was 5:30 and the Olympic trials were far gone, I grabbed some of the spare cash he had lent me more than a month ago, my phone and beige handbag, got dressed in a simple white crop top, wedges, and beige chinos, and walked to the nearest Starbucks.
It gave me a good chance to think about how to approach him.
The chilly AC air hit me as I walked into the cozy little coffee shop, and waited in line at the counter.
I pulled out my phone, and turned on the cellular data.
Suddenly, my phone started having a seizure. The buzzing in my hands made me feel as if I was holding a fucking swarm of bees, and the background applications started crashing, causing the whole mobile to freeze and turn into a black screen.
I huffed in annoyance as I gave it a minute to cool down before switching it on again.
I opened Whatsapp and found 50 messages, 17 from Nathan, 3 from Michael, 2 from Conor, 8 from Ryan, and 20 from Nyssa.
Nate: OH
Nate: MY
Nate: LORD
Nate: THE FEEEEELSS
Nate: THAT'S IT
Nate: ThAT's FuCKinG IT
Nate: YOU'RE GOING TO MARRY HIM
Nate: BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T
Nate: I WILL
Nate: GURL
Nate: HE WAS EMBARRASSED TO ADMIT THAT HE PISSED IN THE POOL
Nate: BUT HE ADMITTED HIS LOVE FOR YOU
Nate: ON THE FUCKING NBC
Nate: IF YOU LISTEN CLOSELY YOU CAN HEAR ME CRYING IN THE DISTANCE
Nate: I'LL BE CUDDLING A BABY PHELPS SOON
Nate: MAKE ME THE FUCKING GODFATHER
Nate: GOTTA GO TOO MANY FEELS
I bit back a snort, seeing as the other customers wouldn't exactly like it if I turned into a man in front of their eyes. I moved slowly along the line, hitting send on a single, 'We'll see', before opening Ryan's contact.
Ryan: I'm sorry.
Ryan: I had been an asshole before.
Ryan: I want to make it up to you.
Ryan: I can help you with the Michael issue.
Ryan: Or..
Ryan: If you really hate him right now, I can help you punch him.
Ryan: Then I can ask you out on a date.
Ryan: You're single, right?!
I rolled my eyes, and texted back.
Me: Apology accepted, yes you were, it's alright, I appreciate it, thanks but no thanks, no, and no.
That guy basically just apologized and then tried to hit on me, proving me right when I say that he's a douchebag.
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Fanfiction"Why are you doing this to me? Did you just forget everything we had?" "No. I tried, but it's just too hard." A Michael Phelps fanfic Copyright® 2016, All Rights Reserved.
