After Fangirl had gone to bed. Sweets shut off her laptop and went to her room. She locked the door and picked up her phone. After scrolling through her millions of non existant text friends, she found him. "Bestie Con." She cringed at the name, because, well, one, who uses the term "bestie" anymore? And two, they weren't "besties" anymore. She decided on changing his contact name to N/A because even seeing his name made her sigh with a little saddness. Don't get Sweets wrong, they had ended on bad terms, but part of her still missed him, she wondered if he still missed her? She felt bad lying to Fangirl. Con and her handn't stopped being friends because he didn't watch Youtube with her or whatever. The real reason was...maybe sillier to some, but serious to them. She scrolled up looking for random messages.
Sweets: "I saw a lady who was six feet tall today and I took a picture with her." *image attached*
Con: "Oh my gosh, Sweets why."
Sweets: i managed to get popcorn in my ears whilst making popcorn
Con: why were you making popcorn and how??????
She sighed. Throwing her phone onto her bed. She didn't want to read anymore.
Over in his 5.66 million mansion, Con sat in his gorgeous leather chair sipping on some Fanta in a wine glass. In his other hand, a phone, his fingers delicately typing out a text message. The recipiant was called, "Sweetzzzzz". But before he could send, he deleted everything and switched off his phone, ignoring the bombardment of texts from all of his friends and Fangirl. He'd been doing that a lot lately, typing and deleting.
Maybe he should stop because he knew he would never hit send. He put down his glass carefully, putting on a dressing gown and gucci slippers, he walked out of his room. It took him awhile to get to the basement since his house was so perfect and big. But when he did, he turned on the light to guide him through a passageway lined with self portraits of himself. Each with his sparkling eyes and perfect teeth captured perfectly. When he reached his basement, a small room lined with red carpet, new paint and with tables adorning the sides of the room. On one of the tables there was a bottle of clear liquid. On the label it read, "perfector."
Con knew he should only drink a little to maintain himself, but instead he downed the whole bottle.
Fangirl had finally decided to go to sleep, her conversation with Con had soon subsided and she needed a full nights sleep because tommorow there was going to be more, perfect time with Con. Fangirl could hardly contain herself.
.... Hello there. This story has a plot thing now. Ooooooo.
