-Jordan-
"NOW KISS." I text them, Tom and Erin were obviously ignoring our texts, because we were spamming them to try to get them to go. "#ELECTRONICATE!!" Leah texts. "Fine. I'll go. If it means my Twitter and texts won't blow up." Erin texts. Leah and I both text at the same time, "YESSSSSSS!!!" "I'm not going to have fun though."
-Tom-
Step one on how to ignore spam. Break your phone. That's all. Okay, so maybe breaking your phone isn't the best idea. Bur yeah, you get the point. So I was literally on airplane mode so no one could annoy me. I mean, why is Jordan trying to set me up with someone who I've never met? And again, why are they shipping me with her? This is all giving me a headache.
-Erin-
Wait- did I just- oh no. No, no, no. I can't... I just... I just can't. I finish my cereal and walk into my office. Opening up my laptop, I go to Twitter to see that my notifications blew up even more. I groan. Clicking compose, I type in,
"I finally gave in to the dorks @WTLeah and @CaptainSparklez. Oh god."
Almost immediately, I get a reply.
@WTLeah
"@ElectronErin @CaptainSparklez NOW WE JUST NEED @prosyndicate TO GIVE IN."
@prosyndicate
"@WTLeah @ElectronErin @CaptainSparklez GOD I'LL GO. JUST STOP SPAMMING ME. 8,000 TEXTS. 10,000 TWITTER NOTIFICATIONS. ASDFGHJKL."
@CaptainSparklez
"@prosyndicate @WTLeah @ElectronErin yeeeees."
I roll my eyes and exit Twitter. So I am going on a double date. Oh god.
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yin yang // thesyndicateproject / tom cassel au
Fanfiction"Leah, you can't force me to like someone I don't even kno-" "Bet." In which her best friend attempts to force together two polar opposites.
