texting (joji x reader)

13 (i)

7-13-16, 11:50 pm

george
calling...

"holy fucking shit, he's calling. okay, calm down, please don't fuck this up." y/n said to themselves.

"hello?"

"heyyy, ____," george cheerfully said.

"hi," y/n said shyly.

"hi," george said with chuckle, "how's it going?"

"i don't know what to say oh my god help me"

"hey, still there?" he asked.

"yeah, y-yeah, i'm still here," y/n said.

"you okay?"

"yes, i'm okay."

"hmm," he sang, "well, you should talk more because your voice is really cute, _____."

y/n bit their lip and blushed so hard.

"this boy i swear to god"

"i hate you so much," y/n managed to say.

george bursted out laughing, "i get that a lot. so, _____, tell me..."

"tell you what?"

"how was your day?" george asked.

"it's alright," y/n sighed, "nothing unusual happened. same old. "

"ouch," he said.

"what, why 'ouch'?"

"old..." george laughed again.

"why are you so pressed about age differences," y/n wondered.

"i'm not, i was just kidding," george defended.

"ha," y/n exclaimed, "sure."

"enough already, tell me more about you," he said.

"hmm, okay. i'm y/n, 19, and i like.. uh," y/n looked around their room, "singing, and dogs, and plants."

"interesting, what kind of music do you listen to?" george inquired.

"anything really, i enjoy any genre," they said.

"that's good," he nodded, "do you have a dog? what's it's name?"

"i have two, bailey and mocha."

george laughed, "really cute."

"stop it, stop making fun of me," y/n blushed, "anyway i'm bored of me, tell me stuff about you."

"okay, i'm george, 23, and i like making music and directing funny skits," he said.

"oh wow, what genre?" y/n asked.

"mostly rap, some romantic garbage," george said shyly.

"hey, don't be so harsh on yourself. i'm sure your work sounds great, george," y/n said sincerely.

"that sounds nice," george said.

y/n can almost hear george smiling as he talked, "which sounds nice?"

"hearing you," he said, "uh, say my name."

"george," y/n said.

"yeah?" george said.

"george..." y/n teased.

"okay, stop it _____," he said between his laughs, "that's not funny."

"george, georgieeee," y/n carelessly slurred his name and laughed.

"you're ruining it, oh god, i hate you _____," george jokingly said as he laughed with y/n.

they both laughed as the butterflies escaped their stomachs, and filled the atmosphere with genuine euphoria.