(A/n) Hey, Author-Chan here! Just wanted to clarify this started long before Valentines day but I don't feel like going further into our DM's. Not to mention that from this point on is when it started getting funny.
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(Bernie's POV:)
I woke up early that morning to text the love of my life. I know she doesn't feel the same, even years later, but today was the day.
Did I mention that i woke up early? By early i meant at exactly 12AM. I knew that if i texted her right when the day began I'd be the first to wish her a happy valentines day. That thought made me feel special. I text her,
Bernie:
Happy Valentine's Day
Author-Chan:
happy valentines day
I always loved how little effort she put into her responses, not even capitalizing the right letters. I knew i had to work for that respect though. I decide to be sarcastic, this will steal her heart for sure.
Bernie:
Well yeah
Author-Chan:
mhm
Bernie:
So what are you doing today?
Author-Chan:
probably play video games, read, write, and eat chocolates.
you?
For some odd reason i feel as if she doesn't want to message me. But i don't care what she wants as long as i get her in the end.
Bernie:
Play video games
No response.
Bernie:
Nothing much
Author-Chan:
ooo fun
Finally she responded, i thought she died or something cause i know any woman would want to message me anyways.
Bernie:
Well I might be talking to you later
No response.
Bernie:
So you dont feel empty.
Author-Chan:
no i'm fine
Im quite happy actually.
Bernie:
No your not.
Suddenly after that her friend starts using her phone. Saying things like, "she'll never be intrested in you" humorous. Little do they know that my messages only get weirder.
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