I've never mentioned this for any of my other stories but I guess I'm supposed to put a disclaimer up here... So yeah. I'm not the Huss. Just a bored teenage girl with nothing better to do on snow days.
Feferi's POV
My name is FEFERI PEIXES. I can often be found at the BEACH with my best friend ERIDAN. I'm a pretty tall FRESHMAN. I love CUTTLEFISH and other AQUATIC ANIMALS so much that I normally use FISH PUNS in every day conversation. I hope to be a MARINE BIOLOGIST when I grow up.
I was in the middle of this bizarre, yet peaceful dream in which there were many cuttlefish and odd, squid-like stuffed animals, when I became aware of this annoying noise in the background. I tried to ignore it by humming this song about piƱa coladas that was stuck in my head, but the noise just became louder and louder until there was no choice other than surfacing to consciousness.
RINGRING RINGRING RINGRING RINGRING RINGRI-
I picked up the phone, pressed call, and put it to my ear. "Shello?"
"Fef, thank cod you answered. Listen-"
"Erifin? Water you calling me this LATE for? It's... Ugh... It's two thirty... In the morning." Hadn't I already explained to him that not everyone stays up at stupid late hours of the night?
"Yeah, I know, Fef, but this is reely important. I promise."
I sighed and started to get dressed. "Meet you at the beach in ten minnowts?"
"I'm already here."
"Sea you soon, then."
I hung up and pocketed my cell phone. I quickly threw on the knee-length white skirt, pink cami, and cream v-neck with "Love" printed on the front in elegant, black cursive that I had been wearing earlier. As quietly as I could, I tiptoed down the stairs to the back door. I slipped on my sneakers and slipped out the door.
Luckily, I lived in a house within walking distance of the spot Eridan and I would usually meet on the beach.
When I arrived, he was there anxiously waiting for me.
"Hey, Erifin."
"Hey, Fef... I'm going to tell you something and I need you to let me tell the entire story w-without any interruptions, okay?" I frowned.
If he's stuttering, then that means he's pretty upset. If he's pretty upset and he's not angry, then he's worried. If he's worried enough to stutter, then I should probably be worried too.
"Okay. Go ahead."
