I don't own anything in this story; it's a work of pure fiction.

Wednesday, November 21st

12:36 a.m.

C: If you don't show your sorry ass here, I'm going to attack you.

C: I mean it, Finn! Watch your back...

C: Come on! I've been sitting all day waiting 4U.

C: Okay, now I'm seriously worried, man. You hate it when I try to act like your buddies from the streets.

C: Not that you have ones on the streets. Otherwise we would actually LIVE ON OUR OWN.

2 minutes later

C: I bought myself a car. I used your credit card.

C: Oh, I also bought a mansion in LA. (Used your account obviously).

C: I'm going to Brazil.

C: I hired a stripper.

C: I'm writing a novel.

C: „How to get away with killing your boyfriend"

C: I got inspired by the actual events from my life...

C: I swear to God, Finn, answer me!

5 minutes later

B: Um... Hello...?

C: Finally! Your graceful ass has decided to write me back, oh lord accept my gratitude!

B: I'm sorry, I decided to write you back, because I was frightened about your future actions regarding a man named... Finn?

B: Oh, please, tell me you didn't kill him.

C: Hilarious. So... you're not Finn, are you?

B: Nope. And I'm very happy about not being him. Don't get me wrong, that stripper thing was interesting. About the novel however...

C: Shut up.

B: I'm sorry, but you're the weird one here.

C: I'm not weird...! Just a little.. anxious.

B:Anxious? More like frantic.

C: Look, I'm sorry for making myself look like a complete freak, but the point is... I don't care.

B: Oh, but you should.

C: Why so? I don't even know you.

B: Well, I know you. I know what you're capable of...

C: Um not impressed...?

B: Are you alive there? Or in the middle of murdering your... whoever this guy is to you. I hope he's not your husband though...

10 minutes later

C: My fiance actually. Not that it's any of your business.

B: So why were you so mad at him?

C: There are about a hunded reasons for me to answer with a simple piss off. But guess what? I won't, 'cause I'm polite in spite of what you might think about me.

B: Well, you still haven't answered. Rude.

C: Piss off.

B: How charming.

C: Finn, I texted the wrong number and now some old gross dude thinks I'm a freak. And it's all your fault, so you better show up or I'll tell Jasper that you were cheating in poker yesterday.

B: It's still me.

B: I'm not some old gross dude, you freak.

C: Can you just... change your number or something?

B: Nope, sorry, princess. Not the entire world spins around your little tower.

C: Too bad. There are really incredible views up here.

B: I'm on my way.

C: I'll shoot you before you even come close.

B: You can shoot?

C: Yes. Right in your heart.

B: Having fun?

C: Obviously.

B: Good, have fun while you still can...

C: What a lame threat, like was it supposed to impress me?

B: No, it was just a short decription of what getting married feels like.

C: Like you'd know.

B: Not personally.

C: So you're a... priest?

5 minutes later

B: Are you fucking joking

C: Um... no?

B: I'm not a priest, God, send help.

C: Don't choke on your laughter.

C: You can actually choke, idiot.

B: Was it a threat?

C: Nope, just a friendly advice.

B: You're mentally unstable.

C: You don't know shit about me. And don't joke about mental illnesses, you obnoxious arsehole.

B: But you enjoy this conversation?

C: Nope.

B: Just a little.

C: No whatsoever.

B: Come on, princess. Then just stop writing to me.

C: Oh, please, like it's a challenge?

B: I see it is.

C: I'm not the one replying.

B: You just can't resist my charm. Admit it.

C: Tell me one thing.

B: Yeah?

B: Come on, princess.

B: I'm dying to know.

B: I can answer all of your questions.

B: All of them.

B: Like literally...

C: Will you shut up? Jesus.

B: What about your question?

C: You just got it, genius. Use your brain, I'm sure you can do it.

C: C'mon, it's not a difficult task.

C: I'm here for you!

C: Sending my warmest regards and loads of support.

C: It might cross your abilities, but try.

C: Do it for me...

B: It wasn't funny.

C: Oh my God, tell me you're not offended! I think I'll die, ohmygodsdf

B: I am offended. Very much offended.

C: Fragile male ego.

B: You owe me apologies.

C: Don't hold your breath.

B: What's your name?

C: Too difficult for you to remember, sorry.

B: Then I'll just call you princess.

C: This nickname is simply dumb. What's yours?

B: Ladies' smokin' hot man.

C: I asked about your name, ladykiller. Keep it cool.

B: Ladykiller? Good one.

C: Gross.

B: You invented it, not me.

C: You haven't answered my question.

2 minutes later

B: Bellamy.

C: I'd say it's a pleasure, but my mother taught me not to lie.

B: Then you obviously didn't listen.

C: How would you know?

B: Because you already like me.

C: Ever heard of Narcissus?

B: I love mythology, princess, so the answer is yes.

C: So I take it you know what happened to him?

B: I hope you mean it metaphorically.

C: Guess you'll never know...

B: Oh, how easily you send me to Hades.

C: It's not a real thing, Apollo.

B: Why Apollo?

C: You're poetic. And dramatic.

B: Will you ever reveal your name?

C: How can I know you're not some creep?

B: Excuse me? It wasn't me talking about killing my boyfriend, so...

C: You know I haven't done that.

B: Well, how can I be sure?

C: I'm telling you now. I haven't killed my boyfriend, for God's sake.

B: Good to know.

C: I'm wasting my day texting you and I don't even know what's happening with my fiance.

B: It's not my fault. I didn't ask for that charm, but I understand you, it's irresistable. You even forgot about your fiance, Aphrodite.

C: Why Aphrodite?

B: Because you're a heartbreaker.

C: I didn't cheat on my fiance!

B: Well, forgetting about him, being so cold and indifferent... Sounds like a betrayal to me.

C: Obviously you've never been engaged.

B: Hell no. My sister is though.

C: You have a sister?

B: Yes. Do you?

C: No, I don't have any siblings at all.

B: Would you like to have any?

C: Depends. Is it fun?

B: With O? I always have to look for her, like constantly. So, no, it's not fun.

C: But you love her?

B: More than Icarus loved his dreams.

C: Did you get burned?

B: Many times.

C: Just don't fall.

B: I'm afraid of heights.

C: But you keep flying?

B: I'm my sister's keeper.

C: Fear of falling is like fear of losing her.

B: How metaphorical, princess.

C: I didn't start it.

B: But you engaged in it. Are you an artist?

C: I draw. A lot.

B: Really? I'm not much of an artiste.

C: What do you do for a living?

B: Many things.

C: Like robbing banks, smuggling, dealing drugs?

B: What are you on?

C: „I do many things". C'mon how does that sound?

B: It's not my fault that you like to misinterpret and embellish things.

C: It's a boring world we live in.

B: Intelligent people never get bored.

C: Stupid people say that to make smart people feel stupid.

B: … Right. What do you do for a living?

6 minutes later

C: I... I sell my art.

B: You hesitated.

C: It's not a... it's not something to be proud of.

B: What? Being an artist? I think it's beautiful.

C: Maybe. But it's also useless. And financially insecure.

B: Well, I didn't expect anything else from a princess.

C: Excuse me? You think I don't know what hard work is? I've been working night shifts in a bar for my entire highschool to afford receiving education. I work in a library everyday and then I work as a bartender. I don't have free weekends. I make my art every night, because it's the only time I have for it and believe me it's fucking hard when you have three other people in one room loud as if they were drunk the entire time, so don't judge me when you know nothing about my life.

B: Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you.

C: But you did.

B: I'm sorry.

C: You're an idiot.

B: Why did you engage?

C: Um... excuse me? What kind of question is that? Out of love, of course.

B: And you're not worried about the white dress, the ceremony, all this?

C: You mean the money. Obviously. But it's not like we're getting married tomorrow. Besides, love's above everything. At least that's what they say.

B: How romantic, Aphrodite. I think she wasn't this ironic about love actually.

C: I didn't choose this nickname. I never said I wasn't ironic.

B: You would be thrown off the Olympus.

C: For speaking the truth? Screw these mendacious so called gods.

B: Piss off, I love greek mythology. Besides, there was a goddes of discord and chaos, it'd suit you.

C: Then why didn't you choose her for me instead of Aphrodite?

B: I don't think you're this bitter.

C: She indirectly provoked the Trojan War. I love her.

B: Aphrodite did it almost directly.

C: Wars outbroke because of women. Men kill for women.

B: What's the point?

C: Should there be a point? I said it because it's true.

B: I wish I'd know your fiance.

C: Why?

B: I'd like to see his character compared to yours.

C: He's more like... Prometheus. Helpful, altruistic, humble, peaceful.

B: We tend to idealize people we love.

C: What are you suggesting?

B: Me? Nothing. Should I be suggesting anything? I said it because it's true.

C: Shut up.

Hello! I got inspired and started writing a new story. It's really different from the first one, I hope you like it though. Not every chapter will look like this one, but I needed this idea to introduce the characters. Let me know what you think and have a lovely week!

(The lyrics from the summary come from Imagine Dragons' song Demons. I don't own it.)