It's about you and Sarah, where you "met" her through Twitter and she decided to meet you in real life. What could possibly happen between you and her? Is it possible that you two end up in a relationship?
I respect Sarah and her relationship with...
“Tomorrow we will go to the set of American Horror Story and I thought tonight I could show you a little bit of New York" I told (Y/F/N) after I put my phone away. “That sounds amazing. How did you manage to get us to the set?" “Sarah did it" I smiled. “You two are really close, aren't you?" I nodded and smiled. “Is she coming to your birthday?" “Yes, I thought we're spending the day here and in the evening we're going to a restaurant" We talked a hour and my phone buzzed.
S🖤: “Okay. Yeah I know that you love it 😏 I can't wait either ❤️ miss you terribly 😢💋”
I smiled and put it away. My phone buzzed again and I looked confused at the screen. Sarah had sent me a picture.
S🖤:
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I couldn't resist and changed Sarah's contact name in my phone to Supreme🔥
Supreme🔥: “When we're alone again babe 😏”
I smirked and (Y/F/N) asked me “What's up? Who's texting you?" I looked at her and turned red. “Sarah. She sent me a picture of her from the set." I showed her the picture and (Y/F/N) said “She's hot." I nodded and gulped. I couldn't stand it anymore. “Okay I need to tell you something. I can't keep it a secret anymore. Sarah and me are in a relationship, a little bit over a month now." “What?” (Y/F/N) screamed. “Yep.” (Y/F/N) screamed and hugged me. “I knew it! Since I saw the pictures from you on Sarah's profile, I suggested that you two are a couple. Why didn't you told me anything?" (Y/F/N) was so happy for me.
“We wanted to keep it a secret for a while. My parents knew it just a short time too. Sarah is a celebrity and we didn't wanted for me to be in public yet too" She smiled and told me she's really happy for me. I hugged her and said that I love her.
