As if... [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 7: Just For A Bit

~(Y/n)'s P.O.V.~
Joey finally stands up and walks with me outside. He puts his phone away and smiles half-heartedly at me. "Ready?" I ask. Joey nods his head and we start to walk to my place. We soon have to stop at a crosswalk and I see a tall blonde boy and a dark brown haired boy standing next to him. The blonde boy soon leans down and kisses the brunette. I try and resist the urge to aww at them. The pair pull away and the brunette says in a thick Aussie accent, "I love you." The blonde soon responds, "I love you too." "You guys are such a cute couple!" I can't help but resist the urge to say to them. The blonde turns around, blushing. "Thank you," he responds in an Australian accent as well. Joey looks depressed. I feel really bad for him. The crosswalk light soon changes to a person and the Aussie pair walk across holding hands. Joey and I cross as well. We make a turn on the other side of the street, heading towards our apartment building.

~Timeskip of falling down a multitude of staircases~

~Still (Y/n)'s P.O.V.~
"Hey Joey, mind holding my bag while I unlock the door?" I ask Joey, carefully shifting the weight into his arms anyways. "Well since I'm already holding it, then sure," He responds, almost jokingly. I get my keys out, sliding the door key into the lock and opening the door to reveal my living space. "Welcome to my humble abode," I say with a little laugh. Joey squeaks out a light chuckle and walks in after me, closing the door. I take my [broken] backpack from Joey and place it down on my small, round dining table and slip my shoes off, putting them by the door and hanging my keys on the hook. "You can go ahead into my room and pick out a movie, I'll just make some popcorn okay?" I ask Joey politely, him slipping his shoes off as well. He nods, walking through my small living space, going right and down the short hallway that contains my bedroom which is on the left and a bathroom on the right. I walk about two steps from the front door into the kitchen to make some popcorn. I put a first bag into the microwave, putting it on the popcorn setting and walking over to my backpack. I unpack the contents quickly, organizing the things into stacks as well, a small piece of paper falling on the floor. I lower my eyebrows a bit, wondering how a paper could have been in there. I unfold the square, looking at not quite nice, but decent handwriting. ~(323)-728-0701~ Along with a little mustache underneath and an 'M'. I smile softly to myself. I hear the loud, obnoxious beep of the microwave and I set the slip of paper down, turning and getting the popcorn out before placing the other in and pressing the popcorn setting as well. I slip my phone out of the back pocket of my pants/skirt and go to the keypad, pressing in Mark's number. (323)-728-0701. I bring the ringing phone up to my ear to see if he'll pick up. Also I just made this number up, I bet if you happen to ring it some random old guy will answer idk. So please don't try to ring lol. A beeping sound echoes through the phone and a Siri-sounding voice says, "You have reached" and a loud bark-like tone which is probably Mark, "MARK FISCHBACH" "to leave a call back number, press '5'" another beep sounds through the phone and it my que to speak, "Hey Mark, it's (Y/n), I found your quote on quote sneaky number on a slip of paper in my backpack, here's my number I guess, add it to your contacts," I end it with a laugh and a "Bye", pressing the 'End Call' button. He's probably still filming a video for his channel. I wander back over to the microwave, hearing the beep, bringing the bag of popcorn out and emptying both bags into a large bowl, bringing it back to my bedroom. I see a cocoon of a Joey and 'Mean Girls' paused on the T.V. I laugh and sit next to him, getting comfy and pressing play on the remote.