chapter three. BAND PRACTICE
She expected her alarm to wake her up at he morning, not loads of pings telling her she has messages. And as usual, Elsa thought it was Anna probably asking her to get her some water from the kitchen since she's lazy.
Ha, they both know that you'd have to drag Elsa out of bed to actually do that.
She would love to spend her in her own little—
"That's it." The blonde mumbled under her pillow, having enough of the constant pings. She sat up and grabbed the phone on her nightstand. She turned on the lamp beside her not long after, and she looks down at her phone with sleepy and exhausted eyes.
It's two in the morning—
"Anna. . ." Elsa starts with a sigh, but slowly woke up when she saw that it wasn't her sister's name flashing on top of the screen.
It was. . . you.
hoemaster(n/n)
band practice is at 8 sharp
so get your cold ass here
Elsa genuinely forgot all about you. After that last message— which unfortunately was only yesterday —she forgot your very existence.
And a small part of her felt bad since that was what she felt in school.
hoemaster(n/n)
and dont tell me that im crazy
i know
like
a lot
you remind me everyday
EVERY
SINGLE
DAY
KRIS!
they just needed some help
for the sports fest
like the others
Since she was awoken so suddenly from her relaxing slumber— by a stranger as well —she grew irritated and annoyed.
And as much as she wanted to just ignore it, she couldn't. She could just turn off her phone, but if she opens it again, she'll be greeted with numerous text messages again.
Worst case scenario is that you call her.
And it's two in the morning!
Two!
With a grumble of curses under her breath, she tapped the very bottom of her phone, fingers tapping the keyboard feverishly fast.
She wanted it to end as quick as it started.
snowflurry
is my contact name THAT similar
to your friend's?
because this is getting ridiculous.
who sends a text to someone at
2 in the morning for a band practice
that happens later at 8?
no offense.
whoever your friend is
kris
he's right about you being crazy.
because who in the right mind
would even do this this early
in the morning??
You grabbed a piece of toast, smearing butter and adding a spoonful of sugar before praying it all over on the top. And boom— you have breakfast and since you're probably running late, you just munched on it as fast as you could before leaving the building before rushing down the empty streets.
Since it was just seven in the morning where you're from, it was understandable. And it would be more hectic near eight, so thank goodness you and the band leader decided on a much earlier time.
You felt something vibrating in one of your many pockets and you fished out your phone, seeing messages from Kristoff.
And reading it, your face lost all color— slowly going paler and paler at the realization that you messaged the wrong person.
Again.
See, you tend to focus on the contact number rather than the contact name. And as hilarious yet horrifying it is, the stranger you sent messages had a similar name and number to your best friend; Kristoff Bjorgman.
Have the Gods and Devils teamed up to torture me today?
You groaned at the thought and schemed through the messages yet again. And you are certain that this specific person is in Arendelle. Why? Well— Kristoff's internet (and probably imaginary) girlfriend is from Arendelle and with his ranting, he told you the time difference with Weselton and Arendelle.
A five hour difference.
Sure, it can be a different country. But you're sure that it's Arendelle because; first, Kristoff told you and you trust the man more than your own life at this point, and second, you're stupid and you don't know any other country other than your own (of course), Arendelle, and the Southern Isles.
Actually, you're not stupid— you just didn't care about anything else other than your best friend, you house, your school and everyone in it and your country (of course).
Focusing on the problem at hand, you typed a quick apology.
But you didn't know how long you would take just messaging her.
hoemaster(n/n)
i apologize for interrupting
whatever thy majesty is doing.
no
im serious
sorry for messaging u this
early
i didnt know that i was
messaging someone who lives
in a country thats probbly
asleep
its 7:23 here
just so u know...
wonderful weather tho
i dare say
hopeflly u have a nice
wether there
wherever u are
snowflurry
I don't know if you're just
trolling with me.
I don't care.
Just
Is my contact name THAT similar
to your friend's??
Wouldn't he/she have a much
more different one?
hoemaster(n/n)
fair point
im not trolling
unfortunately
and yup
ur name is quite similar
to my friend's
kris' contact name is
named...
DRUM ROLL PLS...
*loud drumming noises*
snowflurry
wtf?
hoemaster(n/n)
AHA!
SO U USE SHORTIES!!
snowflurry
Whatever that is,
I don't care.
Just tell me the name.
hoemaster(n/n)
rUd3!!!
and demanding
anyway, his contact name
is: SNOWBUNNY
i hope ur not a stalker :))
snowbunny
I do admit that it is
quite similar.
And if anyone is a stalker
then it would be you.
Maybe this Kris person doesn't
exist and you're just some creep
trying to find a way for me to
respond to you.
And with your OWN contact name,
I wouldn't be surprised if I
was right.
hoemaster(n/n)
holy shit that sounds
epic
u a writer or sum shit?
cuz i could never think
that in a few minutes
then again i couldnt think
of it like that at all
and if kris doesnt exist
then i wouldnt exist...
which is FANTASTIC!
and whats wrong with my
contact name???
im just puttin facts
im great with hoes when it
comes to farming!
snowflurry
Oh.
Well, good for you, then.
hoemaster(n/n)
anywho
anyhoe
Hehehehe
see what i did there??
anyway i gotta go
kris is here
and band practice
Just know that I'm sorry
for disturbing you.
Until next time I guess,
if I make the same mistake
again!
Bye bye! :)
After that, you shut your phone off. Kristoff went beside you and asked why you haven't been answering his texts, and you only laughed it off and told him you had something to do, not wanting to tell that you've messaged the wrong person.
Completely unaware of the fact that the so called "wrong person" had a small yet noticably amused smile on her face, shutting off her own phone before tucking herself to bed once more.
Not before leaving her own message.
snowflurry
Bye.