Tyler's Book of Oneshots And Au's.

Text Messages To The Unkown

Requester: kinda Jesse? Not rlly tho
Prompt: (in the media) But in a shorten version: "You wrote your phone number on a bathroom stall and we text each other for a month, yet still don't know each other."
Ship: Jachlan
Genre: Cute?
Warnings/Notes: Like this is Lachlan. Like this is Jay.
Idk I really hope this is as cute as I think it is lmao
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I leaned against the stall door, dreading the fact I had to go back to class. I hated it, being forced to go to school and everything. I glanced around the stall, noticing something was written on the wall. I leaned close and saw it was a phone number. A cell phone number, to be exact.

I slowly grabbed my phone and opened my notes, copying down the number before shoving my phone into my jeans pocket. I exited the stall and sighed, slowly heading to my class.

It was after school and I laid in my bed, bored and completely alone. A thought popped into my mind, it was worth a shot. I pulled up the note and memorized the number, typing it into my messages and sending a message.

Hello, person who put their number on the bathroom stall!

Ah, so someone saw that.

The quick reply surprised me, but I didn't stop there.

Yup! I did, and I was bored and thought of you.

Please, at least wait for the first date to start flirting.

Says you. My comment wasn't flirting, it was being truthful.

You're thinking of me. I feel the love.

Anyways. What's your name?

We'll go by nicknames, to make it more fun. Call me, Mr. J.

Oh no I'm texting a nerd. Mr J? Really?

Are you judging me? Batman is GREAT! Plus my name starts with J, it's funny.

Ooo, hints hints. Well, call me Blondie. I guess.

I'm guessing you're a blonde?

Bingo.

Fantastic. Blondes are my type!

Brb, dyeing my hair black

Oh fuck you.

Suddenly, I didn't feel bored. Nor alone. 'Mr. J' would text me almost every day.

Ah, two day of knowing you. It's Tuesday morning!

Don't remind me. I don't want to go to school.

Why not, blondie?

I hate it so much. I'm alone, and it stresses me out

I believe in you, blondie!

Thanks, Mr. J. I'll try my best and make it through the day.

It went on, and on.

Day three. But a lunch text! Spooky.