[Your P5 is hot.]
> [Have you cruised the entirety of Seoul yet? Or did you just stick to the main roads? Outer Seoul has some nice routes to take.]
> [Ever been to college? I looked up your information online but as expected it only has professional information. Boring.]
> [Are you a cat person or a dog person? I know Light Cavalry has a pitbull as the team mascot but that doesn't say much about you.]
> [You're either still asleep or ghosting me but that's fine because you haven't blocked me yet so I'll keep sending you texts.]
It's not even 9AM and Noah is already confused as fuck, staring at her phone screen with sleep muddled eyes. She woke up to her phone pinging from received messages.
And now she sees-
"I was so close to flinging your phone outside the window," Samuel groans from his side of the room, his voice muffled considering he's buried under the comforters with no plans of getting out from under it. "Who the fuck texts so early in the fucking morning?"
Noah could only make a vague noise. She's too sleepy to function, goddamn it.
But nonetheless, she turns back to her phone, opening the messaging app and sends her own reply.
< [what the fuxk its too warly]
... points for trying to be coherent. Noah sends it off anyways, flopping back down onto her pillow afterwards. It's not even a minute later when her phone pings. Again.
From where he is, Samuel makes a muffled, pained sound.
> [... It's almost 9AM...?]
Noah clicks her tongue.
< [leiek i said, too early, fckd iff]
> [Your typos are funny.]
< [sod off hyfh]
Noah rubs at her eyes, groaning as she pushes herself up into a seated position. She can't sleep anymore, damn that stupid fucking Bucket Hat, and she glares blearily at the wall across her. It really is too damn early in the fucking morning.
Her phone pings. Samuel smothers a scream into his pillow, and Noah drags herself out of her bed with a sigh. She pulls on a sweater as she steps onto the balcony, closing the sliding door behind her. She takes a seat on the recliner there, and as the crisp morning air blows past her, Noah shivers from how cold it is.
She pulls her phone out to read the new message from the hat wearing asshole.
> [Anyways, you didn't answer my question. Cat or dog? I'm waiting.]
Noah squints. "What even is this guy on..." She mutters, typing up a reply.
< [neither. i'm a rabbit person]
She loves Samuel's pittie, that's true, but her heart belongs to rabbits. The tiny little ball of fluffs. Holland lops, in particular.
> [Ah, we don't have a rabbit on hand. Pity.]
... Why the fuck would he have a rabbit on hand?
< [????]
Noah sends off the message, making a face. She's not sure what worse; Bucket Hat being an asshole or Bucket Hat being a confusing asshole. He's an asshole either way, sure, but the Bucket Hat texting her is being. Weird. Texting almost as if he's being friendly, which is-
Noah doesn't know what to feel about that.
Last night, she met him with the intent to grind his face into the dust, prove her superiority. But it wasn't what happened, far from it in fact, and she walked away from the race neither winning or losing.
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bleached bones and pinned butterflies
FanfictionThis isn't a romance story full of sunshine, sugar-sweetness and softness. This wasn't a fairy tale made for innocent children; pure and kind and happy. This wasn't those kind of stories. Not at all. This is about a girl who burns from the insid...
