Was it Me?
A Texting FicÂ
My thumb hovers over the little send arrow on my iPhone.
Fuck it.
Simon (2:29 am): hey had fun tonite
It’s sent. It’ll be fine. Everything will be fine.Â
I’m halfway home when I feel my phone buzz in my back pocket. My heart flutters a little in my chest. That was quick.
I’m practically bursting as I pull my phone out and squint down at the screen.
Unknown (2:31am): Fun? Oh yes, I couldn’t agree more. Having a stranger wake you up in the middle of the night is so much fun. Especially when you have to be up in three hours. De-fucking-lightful. Fuck.
Fic SummaryÂ
Five years after Watford, Baz and Simon have gone their separate ways. Simon is finishing his last semester of Social Work (and is finally ready to date a bloke) and Baz has started a Masters program (and still dreaming of a certain chosen one's golden curls).
After a stellar first date with Daniel (Simon's sure it was stellar. He got his number after all), Simon can't help but text him straight away.
Except it's the wrong number. And a very snarky stranger replies. A snarky stranger who sounds a lot like Baz.
Except it can't be Baz. Because Simon starts to fall for the prickly guy on the other end of his messages, and he would never fall for Baz.
Rating: Teen and Up
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