Romans & histoires Radi #fnf

Echo noticed my good mood “Someone’s happy, does that bathroom have a Xanax dispenser or something?” I shook my head “I’m just calm, that’s all” “Okay” Echo chimed, her tone a bit disbelieving. Silence hovered us for about a minute before she spoke again “Hey, me and a few of my other friends are going out dancing tonight, You want to come along?” “Dancing?” I asked. The last time I went out dancing was with Kain, a long time ago. I didn’t want to think about it so I focused on her next words

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Fuck. Rіght now thе person I need is Rуаn. I gо into my ѕmаrtрhоnе, brіng uр his соntасt number аnd hіt thе саll button. Ryan іѕ one of the most еxреrіеnсеd tесhѕ I’vе еvеr mеt, аnd hе’ѕ a good frіеnd.

Fuck. Rіght now thе person I need is Rуаn. I gо into my ѕmаrtрhоnе, brіng uр his соntасt number аnd hіt thе саll button. Ryan іѕ one of the most еxреrіеnсеd tесhѕ I’vе еvеr mеt, аnd hе’ѕ a good frіеnd.

Then one of her friends gasped loudly. “Wait—oh my goddess… You’re Fenrik Vale, right? The Fenrik Vale?” the girl with ginger hair said excitedly. I nodded. “Yeah. That’s me.” “Wow… Finally meeting the Fenrik Vale” the other one—Ryan, I think—said with wide eyes. “Hi, I’m Ryan. I’m a huge fan.” “Hey,” I said and gave him a small wave, then turned to Agatha. “Okay, let’s go.”

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Adrian grabs his soda, taking a long, desperate sip to wash away the taste of phantom blood and shame. Almost immediately, the phone buzzes against the wood. Adrian sets the glass down and flips the device over. A notification:@ryxder sent you a friend request. Adrian’s thumb hovers over the screen. He clicks the name, opening the profile. It’s definitely Ryder—the same jawline, the same smirk. The profile picture is a shirtless shot from what looks like a locker room, glistening skin and tight abs on display.

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.