unknown number; technoblade [EDITING]

the month of january went by quickly, and before she knew it, it was february first.

her and paul were still close, calling all the time. and they had a date planned for their meet up.

february twentieth, his plane tickets were already bought. he'll fly in that morning, and fly out the night of the twenty-seventh. and she was excited, the twentieth couldn't come any faster.

she was mainly excited to put a face to the voice she's fallen asleep to for the last month. she was doing the dishes, waiting for mcc to be over so she could call paul. she had her phone propped up on her windowsill, his stream open and keeping her entertained while she did the dishes.

she ends up getting distracted, watching his stream intently more than she washes the dishes. paul and his team won, something he was really excited about. hell, she even found herself celebrating for him as she finishes the dishes.

he ends his stream and almost immediately after, calls her.

"you won, paul! congrats!" she says after answering. "how are we celebrating? are we gonna get drunk?"

he chuckles, "thanks, sib. and no, we aren't getting drunk. wilbur and phil want me to add them to the call, if that's alright?"

"of course it is."

over the last month, she found herself making friends with paul's friends, especially wilbur and phil. they were really nice people to talk to.

they both greet her once they join the call, and the four of them talk while sibyl finishes up some homework. "i notice you're feeling productive today, sibyl." phil says,

"i am. i felt great when i woke up so i decided to get some shit done." over the month that she's known the older man, he's become a sort of father figure to her, and she really appreciates how much he cares for her.

"that's good. i'm glad you're being productive."

they talk for another hour, when wilbur and phil leave the call, leaving paul and sibyl alone.

"so, how's the champ feeling?" sibyl asks, earning a chuckle from the other end of the phone.

"pretty good, honestly." he says.

"good, i'm happy to hear it."

she opens her sliding glass door, sitting on the chair on her balcony as she watches the sunset. her brown blanket is wrapped around her shoulders.

she grabs her phone, opening the camera and taking a selfie with the sunset, editing out her face but leaving her hair and shoulders visible, sending it to paul.

she sees the read receipt, and hears his breath hitch, making her suddenly very nervous.

paul on the other hand, stares at the picture with a shocked expression on his face. even though her face was hidden, that photo made him realize that sibyl was an actual real person. her hair was cut slightly above her shoulders, a gorgeous mousy brown color. she had slight waves that turn into loose curls at the end, and the skin he could see on her neck was porcelain, freckles scattered across her skin.

the picture was like a work of art, really. and it made his heart pound in his chest.

"that is a really pretty sunset, sibyl. you must have a gorgeous view." he says, unsure if she's comfortable with him commenting on the small bit of her appearance that he's seen, so to play it safe, he doesn't. he wasn't going to let a good thing to go waste.

then he gets an idea.

he leans against the his window, taking a picture in a similar fashion to the one she just sent him, but without the sunset. he's smiling in the photo, so he edits out his eyes and nose, sending her the photo.

it was now her turn to gawk.

his brown hair was wavy and sort of long, his teeth straight and white. he had a defined adam's apple, and sunken in collarbones peaking out from the collar of his t shirt. he had an angular jaw, and small dimples visible.

her face turns a deep crimson color, probably up to her ears.

"your dimples are cute, paul." she says hesitantly, staring at the photo.

"thank you." he says, the same deep crimson shade covering his face as well.

from what she could see, her californian friend was certainly attractive, his smile enough to make her melt into a small puddle. his hair looked soft, and she desperately wanted to run her fingers through it.

he suddenly begins chuckling, "are you wrapped up in a blanket?"

she laughs, "it's cold! don't judge me."

she makes her way back inside once the sun sets behind the horizon, the warmth of her apartment felt amazing on her cold skin. she yawns, rubbing her eyes as she sits on her bed. "goodnight, sib." paul says.

"no, not yet." she whines, flopping over. "it's still early, yet."

"but you're tired."

"i am not. my body just thinks i should be." she says, turning on her tv and turning on netflix. her cat jumps up onto her bed, and she quickly snaps a picture of him and sends that to paul, too.

"awe. you better give him a kiss for me. he looks like he deserves it." she laughs, doing as she's told.

"he deserves it until he's running around your room like a maniac at three am."

"that's what cats are good for, silly." he says, causing her to roll her eyes. "i know you're rolling your eyes at me right now."

"you know me too well."

"i know." he replies, "but that's okay. you're pretty cool."

she giggles, "you're pretty cool, too, i guess."

"you guess?" he fakes hurt in his voice, "bruhhhh."

"don't bruh me!" she laughs.

he smiles, laying down in his bed. "i do what i want. i am the blood god, therefore i do not take orders."

"at least i didn't spend four months farming potatoes to beat a child, mr. competitive."

"i am so not competitive."

"mhm, i totally believe you."

"i hate you."

"love you too, bud." she jokes.