come on, baby, don't you hurt me anymore,
i'm not the same way that i was before.
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𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . .
𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 has spent for as long as she
can remember hopelessly pining
over 𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀, one of her older brothers
dearest friend...
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★ . ꜝꜞ ᳝ ࣪ CHAPTER 010! ☁️ׂ ɞ˚₊ ❝ not anymore ❞ ( real life )
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✶ IRL!
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"nate!"
"chris?" nate's questionable voice cuts through the phone and chris is sure it's because he'd rather fucking die than talk to a friend over the phone when texting exists.
"hey, man," he says, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he leans back on the couch and continues to toss the same hat he's been throwing into the air for the past five minutes. "i was just wondering what you're doing right now."
"nothing really," nate answers, the hat landing in chris' hands. "was just watching tiktok."
"so me and matt could come and hang?" he proposes, pausing instead of throwing his hat back into air. "we've got to take your sister to work and we don't have anything to do until then," he goes on to explain.
"oh," he pauses for a moment. "yeah, sure."
"great." the grin that overtakes chris' face is a devilish one. "see ya, bro." after nate's replied, he hangs up and instead of throwing his hat back into the air, he places it on his head. he then stands up from the couch and begins making his way to matts room.
