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You loved your friends to death, but they can be annoying at times.
It was a friends’ night out two weeks after Thanksgiving Day—tenth of December. You figured the holidays were arriving again, and you hadn’t spent enough quality time with your friends. You were bound to part again in a couple more weeks, so you decided to get some drinks on a Saturday night.
The night started beautifully, like how it does every time. Zoe was excited about her new project as a designer. Shay and Zack were getting serious. Ashley and Samantha were still going steady with their lives, but having fun nonetheless. Mark and Leila were sweet, as usual.
“Tell us about Sebastian,” Zoe suddenly suggested. “You never talk about him!”
“You all know him,” you sighed. “From all the Captain America movies? And Ricki and the Flash? The Bronze? Do I need to mention all the movies he starred in that we watched?”
“Come on, girl, give us more,” Ashley joined, nudging you on the shoulder. “What’s going on with you two?”
“Nothing,” you said. “We’re getting along really well. He’s a good friend.”
“He took you to meet the parents three weeks into your friendship,” Zack pointed out. “I think he deserves a title better than a good friend.”
“A great friend then,” you replied, taking a shot to help you go through the night.
“Leila and I were friends for, like, ten years,” Mark added. “And I only took her to officially meet my parents as my girlfriend two months into the relationship.”
“Well,” you countered back. “Sebastian, unlike you, is a great friend who didn’t want me to be alone on Thanksgiving Day.”
“Hey!” Ashley exclaimed. “I invited you. You said you were going to San Francisco!"
You scoffed and took another shot.
“Easy there, tiger,” Shay said, tapping the table.
“If you’re all going to ask me stuff about Sebastian, might as well be drunk ‘cause I don’t fucking know,” you mumbled.
“Woah,” Leila bellowed. “The f-word. Must be serious.”
“I am serious,” you added. “I don’t fucking know.”
“Well, has he said anything yet?” Samantha asked. “I mean, he must have given you hints."
“He treats me like a friend,” you answered. “He doesn’t flirt with me or anything, just how Mark and Zack treat me.”
“We’ve never taken you to our parents’ home,” Zack mumbled, earning a death glare from you.
“It’s true!” Mark agreed.
“I don’t know,” you just said with a shrug. “I mean, I like him as a friend. He’s nice.”
“Whatever you say then, Ms. I-Don’t-Fucking-Know,” Ashley said, ending the conversation about Sebastian.
Much to your dismay, the night ended a little too early. Mark was flying to Los Angeles for work in the morning, so you all had to leave. Zack and Ashley dropped you off before heading home in their apartment as well.
You did your night routine before heading to bed. You weren’t in the mood to watch anything, so you opted for social media to help you sleep that night.
You posted a photo of you, Shay and Zack taken by Ashley outside the bar and captioned it with ‘the only couple i’ll always third wheel to #thanksfordroppingmehome #singlediaries’ on Instagram. Immediately, your followers liked it. Shay even left a comment saying ‘one day we’ll get tired of keeping you safe at night. get a boyfriend’.
Laughing, you liked her comment and responded with a ‘#nobodydeservesthisass’.
You scrolled through your notifications and noticed that Zoe posted and tagged you in the group picture. Skipping through a few new followers, you noticed that Ashley and Samantha posted their photos as well. And as you scrolled further, you finally saw it.
‘imsebastianstan started following you,’ it said. The notification was half an hour ago.
Your palms started to get sweaty as you clicked on his profile. You have been following him so there was no need to tap the follow button.
It was only then when you understood the drastic and out-of-nowhere followers you acquired for the past thirty minutes
A second later, another notification startled you.
‘imsebastianstan left a comment on your photo: * * *’
It was three heart-eyed emojis. That’s it. That was his comment, and it was enough to make your heart race again.
It didn’t even take a minute for your notifications to start exploding. A few people were already leaving comments on that photo, asking who you were. So you rushed your way to your accounts settings and quickly switched your profile to private. Thank goodness you were quick.
Only around twenty strangers were able to leave comments, but a good half a hundred were quick enough to follow you before you switched to private.
You didn’t know what to do, so you only ‘liked’ Sebastian’s comment.
You proceeded to your phone’s home screen and tapped the message icon to text Sebastian.
You: A warning would be great next time.
Sebastian: I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. You can block them, if you want.
You: And what? Get more attention? Hell no.
You: And heart-eyed emojis? Really, Sebastian Stan? Can you get any lamer?
Sebastian: Don’t underestimate my competence to be lame, Miss. You haven’t seen the best of me yet.
You: Lol
You: Don’t wanna know
Sebastian: How long have you been following me?
You: round 2 yrs now
Sebastian: Wow, I should have checked all of my followers two years ago.
You: Lol
You: Ragrets
You: It’s late, why are you still awake
Sebastian: Couldn’t sleep. Big day tomorrow
You: Why
Sebastian: Table reading for a role. It’s happening in NYC
You: Good luck then
Sebastian: How was your night?
You: T’was great. Zoe was drunk as hell, as usual.
It was silent for a few seconds, until Sebastian typed again, making you laugh with his next response.
Sebastian: So…
Sebastian: #nobodydeservesthatass???
You: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
You: IM LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR
You: But really
You: N o b o d y
Sebastian: How do I sign up?
You: You don’t
You: I mean
You: You can’t
You: There’s no audition or trial
You: I get to choose
Sebastian: I’d like to try
You: Nope
You: Go to sleep
Sebastian: Hahaha you’re getting awkward, I can feel it
You: No, just drunk
Sebastian: Wow you are an articulate and eloquent drunk
You: Very
You: n33d 2 b my b3$t 3v3n wHen 1’m dRunK
Sebastian: I can literally see how much you struggled to type that
You: I didn’t drink much though
You: Just a little intoxicated but still all right
Sebastian: Get some sleep
You: I’m a princess
Sebastian: Get some sleep, princess
You: Much better
You: Goodnight, Sebastian Stan
Sebastian: Goodnight, princess.
And so you slept with a sly smile on your face and the thought of how much you liked your life so far.