" Stupid shop, stupid store, stupid humans."

Tsukishima was currently in a sour mood. He went to his favorite bakery to get some strawberry shortcake but the last customer had gotten to last one.

Now, he was walking home mumbling and kicking pebbles that got in his way.

This day couldn't get worse for him. Or so he thought.

" Fuck." It started raining, and raining hard. Worst thing was, he didn't have an umbrella with him. His house wasn't too far but not that close either.

" Fuck this shit." He took his backpack, put it on his head and ran to his house.

" Hey- woah.." His brother greeted as Kei entered the house.

" Shut up." He grumbled and headed for his room, but first he needed to shower.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, he sat down at his desk getting ready to do his homework.

Thank God, it wasn't anything to hard. There wasn't much to do, so he was okay.

" Let's get this shit done with." He whispered writing down the answer.

About 20 minutes after he started doing his homework, his phone buzzed as he received a message.

He didn't recognize the number.

" What the fuck?" He frowned opening the text.

###-###-####:

When's the deadline for the art project?

'Bitch, do I know you?'

He could've ignored and blocked the number but he didn't as he decided to message the person back.

Me:

Who are you? What project?

'Imagine it's someone from your team trying to prank you.' He shushed his own mind.

###-###-####:

Oh shit, you're not Gabriella.

Sorry for that.

' Ah! Just a wrong number.'

Me:

It's okay, I guess.

###-###-####:

Yeah.

Me:

Yeah. When is the deadline?

###-###-####:
Why are you asking?

"Shit, why am I asking? Fuck it."

###-###-####:

You've piqued my interest
and I want to know now.

###-###-####:

Okay.

' Imagine it's tonight.' He shushed his mind again.

Shit. It's at midnight.

###-###-####:

Oh. I'm guessing you
haven't started yet.

###-###-####:

Yup.

" Tch. Idiot." He scoffed.

###-###-####:

Idiot.

###-###-####:

Well, that was rude.

' Was it?'

###-###-####:

Thank you.

###-###-####:

Since this conversation
doesn't Seem to end,
What's your name?

" Should I?" He nibbled on his bottom lip unsure.

###-###-####:

Tsukishima Kei.

###-###-#### changed ###-###-#### to Tsukishima kei

###-###-####:

L/n Y/n

Age?

'Imagine the bitch is like 11' Once again, he shushed his mind.

Tsukishima Kei changed your name to L/n Y/n

Tsukishima Kei:

15

You?

L/n Y/n:

Same.

Tsukishima Kei:

Cool.

He bit his nails nervously as he realized how awkward and weird his response was. They might as well not respond anymore.

He set his phone down, feeling anxious. He put his head on his table before shooting up.

" Wait, why do I care? I'm not that lonely."

' you're talking to yourself.'

" Shut up." He then realized that he had an interaction with his mind. His eyes widen as he realizes that's all he's been doing.

L/n Y/n:

Well, I have to continue my painting.

Wanna see..?

" That sounded weird. Is it a that's what she said worthy tho?" He snickered.

Tsukishima Kei:

Sure.

L/n Y/n:

" Woah, what the fuck." He exclaimed in surprise. That shit looked so good for something they had only started.

Tsukishima Kei:

Wow. That looks real.

L/n Y/n:

That's kinda of the point.
I'm happy it looks real.
It's a portrait.

Tsukishima Kei:

That's cool.

Show me the results.

"Shit, did I sound desperate?"

' Idiot.'

L/n Y/n:

Okay.

Well, bye.

Tsukishima Kei:

Yeah.

Bye.

He put his phone down. He was now on his bed with a small smile. He might've made a friend that doesn't seem to annoying, well for the moment. That's fun.

About two hours passed and the tall blonde was getting ready to sleep. As his eyes closed, his phone buzzed.

" Who the- L/n?"

L/n Y/n

11:43 pm

L/n Y/n:

Done.

He chuckled. " They remembered. Shit, it looks great."

Tsukishima Kei:

You're a great artist.

A/n:

Again, credit to the artist.

I'm going to be writing like this now. The texts and then the different perspectives. Hope you enjoyed!

T A G S :

OL1V3_R C0tt0nhoes

Thank you!