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My Unknown Friend

My Unknown Friend

Joon

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Getting a message from someone you waited for years and later finding out he was always a secret friend

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*Sksm2 [Saksham] requested to follow*

I was playing my newly-developed-interest game, though I'm not a very much of a game lover or something but somehow I love this game maybe because one of my fav artists developed it? Anyways so just when I was playing and too much frustrated after not getting to next level, even after 20th try, can you believe that?

Well, just then a notification popped up that someone requested to follow me on Instagram.

First I just ignored but then suddenly I read the name and I was stunned. I was too shocked to even react, cause never in my wildest dreams I imagined his name to pop up on my phone's screen.

He was someone I always wanted to talk to. My old classmate and somehow my old crush too? Or maybe he still is? I don't know. But this feeling is unexplainable, I'm surprised, I'm happy but too shocked. It's not a dream, right?

But before that shouldn't I be firstly accepting his request and then think about anything? But accepting just immediately would make me look desperate or someone who's always on her phone, while he's the scholar one. I can't make me look so pathetic just because I want to. So I'll wait for a few minutes then.

After an hour,

I finally accepted his request. But what now?

Why do I have this uneasiness in my stomach? Am I excited? Or nervous? God knows.

What to do? Just then I got a message from my lifesaver-cum-bestfriend, Garu.

Garu: heyya, whatcha doin gurl?

Me: oh nothing, just those casual boring stuff, you know.

Should I tell her about him? Though she doesn't know him as I was in different middle school and same high school with her. If she was with me then she would've set up me with him by now. Yeah, she's just like that.

Me: Bro tell me one thing

Garu: spill?

Me: Have you ever been in a situation where you want to talk to someone you never before but always wanted to, but you don't know if approaching them would be the greatest of options. Because you don't know if they still remember you or would like to talk?

Garu: Ofc I did.

Me: Really? So did you? Did you approached?

Garu: Vishi, my girl what's the matter?

[yeah Vishi, that's ME]

Me: oh umm...actually there was a boy in my middle school. It's not that I liked him or something but he was like a scholar, the topper but a little self-centred one and I never got to talk to him and today suddenly he sent me a follow request and now I kinda want to talk to him but I don't know how to? What if he just sent by mistake and not really remember me?

Garu: you sure, you don't like him?

Me: ...

Garu: forget it. I know you well. And ofc you should text him, see maybe he actually likes you. You never know and even if he doesnt then too where's the harm?

Me: I guess you're right. Then I should.

Garu: ofc you should.

Me: okay so what do I message?

Garu: Come on, is that even something to ask for? Just say Hi, I saw your follow request and I was really surprised.

Me: Oh, Okay?

After gathering all my courage, I finally decided to sent the text I have probably re-written 100th time? Okay now that's a bit exaggerated but still maybe 20th time.

Me: Hey, I saw your friend request and honestly I didn't expected that, by mistake maybe? But if by any chance you do remember me then I'm glad.

I DIT IT!!!!! WOAH FINALLY!!! My crush. Woah.

Me: Garu!!!!! Bro I did it!!!! But I don't know why my heart is beating so fast and feeling so nervous.

Garu: yeah yeah yeah! Calm down baby girl. You said you don't like him but still panicking so much.

Me: Okay okay I do like him but I had no expectations tho, and now suddenly him coming back is making me confuse, you know.

Garu: Just calm down okay? And now fuck off and let me sleep.

Me: why do you always have to cuss, you bitch.

Garu: yeah right. Look who's talking.

I don't know why but I decided to mute his chat so that I don't get notification for his message because I'm scared what if he didn't remember me? I can't handle that embarrassment.

And just for your information I have an Instagram page about video editing. Yeah, I love editing soooo much. And I have 1.2M followers too. Honestly, I never expected these much followers but I really appreciate my fans.

Anyways, so I switched my account from personal to video editing page so I don't get curious about his message.

*Next morning*

The first rays of sunlight coming from my window directly to my face, lighting up my whole room. And with that I woke-up half asleep, rubbing my eyes I look up at the window. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. The golden light lit up the scene. It's a beautiful morning, a true morning and I couldn't let this chance slip, so I immediately grabbed my phone and captured the beautiful scenery before my eyes.

But it was too beautiful to be captured. The photo didn't do any justice to the view. But it was still beautiful and I posted on my page as a good morning post.

Then I quickly did my morning routine, a bit of exercise to keep me going through whole day without getting pissed off. You know stretching helps you keep fresh, calm and most importantly active and full of energy.

I have classes to attend but all online, anyways I did my routine, took shower and got ready.

Finally I was going through my account and finally decided to check if he replied and not kidding a bit, I am nervous as hell.

Woah woah woah, he did replied but I don't know if I should be checking it.

But I did.

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