wrong number- dreamwastaken

twenty-five

bro its been so long text me mf
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go away

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oh hi
HIIIIIIII

:/

TURN THAT FROWN UPSIDE DOWN

/:

i hate u
anyways
hi baba grill
so
can i come over prertty lretty plesase

no

whyy

bcuz i dont wanna see u rn

rn? so when will u want too?

to*

shutup
when can i?

never

stoopppppppppp
dont be a pussy
let me come

no

YASSSSSS

NO

yes, ill bring nick

come voer rn then

omw
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i read 'omw' before closing my phone. i actually wasnt in a great state, i just said all of that in a humourous way, you know, honest opinions comes in humour, or whatever they say.

i sigh and lay there with my chin on my palms, laying on my stomach.

after a while, i heara knock on the front door. i roll my eyes, not wanting to get up. i open the door and find clay there by himself.

"ok there is a reason why i didn't bring nick, hear me out-" i slam the door in his face. he just started explaining when he saw me look around for nick and see him not there.

"aleexxxx" clay whines from the other side of the door. i open the door slightly.

"you better have a damn good reason why nick isnt here." i say, opening the door fully.

"well- because i'm sure he doesnt want to watch us be cute together because we are gonna cuddle and watch movies and paint eachothers nails and gossip about george because we hate british men." clay cracks a smile

i give in and wrap my arms around him. i feel his smile on my neck. i pull him inside and jump on the couch.