━━━ 𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 y/n, a diligent overachiever; senior in highschool takes on extra shifts for her part time job, her goal? to flee to paris when she graduates. but everything changes when she meets her long lost uncle who happened to be the manag...
— i hate everything . i hate everyone . — except me right ? — especially you .
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↳ currently playing ;; ♫ [ she will be loved ] - [ maroon 5 ] ↺ << ll >> ⋮≡ ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ————•
z: swim w/ the dolphins?
Go wine tasting? :me
z:💬 z: learn a new language together?
take the most dangerous photo at the grand canyon. :me
z: now we're talking. z: ask justin bieber to skydive with us.
Alright let's be realistic. :me
z: fine, add starting a cult in there.
𝓘 snorted out loud, consciously looking around; my eye caught an old woman giving me judgmental stares by the vegetable aisle, I watched her sloth-like grabbing a head of broccoli before she walks away with her creaky cart.
"Y/n you've been smiling like an idiot ever since we got here.. Who got you all giddy this morning." My dad interrogates—which reminds me, I'm actually grocery shopping right now with him, I need to get off my phone. I push our cart behind him simultaneously shoving my phone back in my pocket—Z and I have been in an intense game of ping-pong texting since last night about what we'd add in the 'Summer Bucket List' which I doubt we'll ever fulfill, but it was nice to pretend that we'll check them all off one day. I doubt he's serious too—he suggests the most ridiculous goals, such as: writing your deepest darkest secret and dropping it off in Mars—I can't believe I sacrificed precious hours of sleep for this, and you know what. I don't even know how I'm functioning on three hours of sleep. Consider it a superpower.
"No one." I cleared my throat and he looks unamused, he hummed comparing two very identical watermelons, before choosing one of his liking and placing it in our cart—he looks at me with his conniving eyes; as he fixed his glasses.
"It's that 4town boy isn't it."
"Of course not!"
He laughs at my reaction. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." He commented before continuing his journey from aisle six to aisle seven. "God knows you need it." He murmurs to himself, his gaze fixated on the Hermès bags under my eyes and I heard him loud and clear,Wow..
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