they wish they were us | conan gray

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Conan: WE WERE WATCHING A MOVIE AND HE KEPT ASKING ME QUESTIONS IF I LIKED IT EVERY FIFTEEN MINUTES 

Conan: nshsdfh

Conan: HE LET ME HAVE ALL THE COOKIES 

Conan: ALSO HE IS SO FUNNY HE CALLED EDWARD CULLEN A TAMPON 

Conan: okay wait i gtg i dont want him to think i the kind of person shits in someone else's bathroom ew 

Ashley: ew yes please go 

Conan: i dont wanna be clingy but when i go home, i will ask him if he wants to hang out 

Ashley: is this what u r bailing on us for?

Conan: i love u sorry xo 

Ashley: have fun :/

Conan: wait, i think my mom is leaving

Conan: i dont wanna leave tho 

Ashley: U COULD TEXT HIM AND ASK HIM TO HANG OUT LATER GET UR ASS HERE

A picture of a cat is a safe bet for a first text. Why? Conan's mind has deduced that Noah likes cats, given he had a sweater with cats all over it (Also, Noah's closet. What in the soft boy magic was that? All washed out, soft and creamy and pastel colors).  Moreover, his family owned a cat back in Japan which wasn't ceramic. A live creature in Japan is only kept by those who love animals. 

It's not the most graceful photo. Rocky is perched in his lap like he owns him. His bed sheets are haphazardly tucked in under the mattress and his pants are littered with Rocky's dark hair that anyone could easily perceive for wrinkles. He hits send on it anyway and his phone dings with a notification in a few minutes. It's embarrassing how his his fingers mess up his own password, his birthday. 

Noah kid 🥺

Noah: Aw! Nice cat. What's the name?

Noah: Not them licking your palm djfrb

Conan: rocky because he's a dramatic bitch

Noah: nice name 

Noah doesn't say anything for the next minutes which shouldn't leave Conan as disappointed as he is. He settles on the decision to look him up on instagram or twitter. Noah doesn't look chaotic as fuck so maybe he's not on twitter. His demeanor however does fit an instagram plant boy. 

"Good," he murmurs as a list of names load onto his instagram search bar. There are a lot more Noah Tanakas than he was expecting. He's almost on the verge of giving up and he does. Tapping onto the notification, he sighs with a smile on his face as if to say finally. 

Noah: I wish I had a cat.

Conan: u don't. he's a bitch :) 

Noah: Still.

Conan: he's Alyssa's. she leaves him here sometimes.

Noah: Your sister?

Conan: why? u wanna find out more about our sexy gene pool?

Noah: No. 

Noah: Nothing about owning a cat who's a bigger dom than you is sexy.