You've reached a new point in your life. School had done you well and you've landed your first job as a writer for a new horror romance movie being shot in London. Your friend from college is visiting and suggests a party to celebrate where you meet...
I'm really struggling with this story. Every time I have to open it on Friday a feeling of dread comes over me, because I'm not happy with what I'm about to write, and I hate putting out stuff that's not up to my expectations or standards.
So this story might be wrapping up some time very soon, I'm sorry. I'm thinking about, with some schedule switching, changing it up after this ends to a sort of like, 'online diary' where each week I just narrative different interesting things that happen to me.
Supposedly I have an interesting life.
And people want to know more about me right? Author-chan?
Ew no, I need to not say that ever again. But like, Ik you guys don't know what I look like, or anything about me. I'm just some weirdo writing on Wattpad.
Do you guys want to see what I look like? That could be flagged as graphic content honestly.
Idk.
Plus no offense to you people but putting my face on the internet is kind of weird. Idk, I'll think about it, but people probably don't care anyways so.
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Enjoy~
(Y/n)'s POV
"You're coming."
"How about...mmm...no," I said and Dan sighed.
"You seriously don't want to see your old friends?"
"Not particularly."
"Wow nice."
"Look, just because you and Phil and Zoe--"
"And Joe, and Dodie, she really wants to see you by the way, and Hazel," Dan interrupted. "You don't have to be afraid of them being mad at you for leaving."
"Yeah but like--what about Caspar!" I said. He paused, unable to come up with a response.
He was trying to get me to come to a YouTuber party with him and Phil, but I was keen on not going.
"And you might have gotten better at social interaction, but I haven't," I said. He sighed, giving me puppy dog eyes.
"Won't you come just this one single time? It's not going to hurt you if you do." I sighed and shook my head.
"God I hate you."
"So is that a yes?"
"Fine."
"Hah! Yes! Okay go get dressed."
"I don't have anything!"
"Well, you better find something," he said. I growled and glared at him, putting my arm in my jacket. "Love you!"
"I hate you."
I walked out and down the steps to catch a cab to my flat. The ride was short, but that didn't help the fact I had zero idea what to wear. I sifted through my closet roughly, softly swearing to myself.
Damn that boy.
I pulled out a black dress I had worn to my cousin's wedding.
(I stg don't tell me in the comments if you wouldn't wear it. Idc. Just imagine something else, but this is a YouTube sponsored event. I don't need to know. Thanks for coming to my TedTalk)
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