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love sick. / chris ! sturniolo ( 2 3 - 2 4 )babydollbyfike
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DARLA'S p.o.v. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ ʳᵉᵃˡ ˡⁱᶠᵉ
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THE BOY named chris walks away as he looks back, smiling at me. i smile back of course and wave when he's not looking, to embarrassed to do it infront of his face.
i walk up to the front door and get my keys out of my hoodie pocket, feeling a little peice of paper. i make a confused face, 'since when did i put paper in here?' i think.
shrugging, i take out the paper and unfold it. it reads a number with a heart, and i smile. i know it was chris, it hits me. when he got closer to me he sneaked it into my pocket.
'that's adorable, oh my god!' i think as my cheeks turn red— not from the cold, from the number. the fact he actually left it there is like, god. you know? no man, let alone a boy has ever done this for me.
i open my front door with the smile still plastered on my face. shutting the front door behind me— my dad is stood infront of my face.
"dad i—" the girl says as her dad lets out a scoff. "where were you last night? i didn't see you in your room," her dad says to her.
"i'm sorry— i stayed over at a friends house cause i didn't wanna get in the way of you and moms argument again," i tell my dad as a sigh escapes his lips. "it's fine dd, just don't do it again," he says to me.
he walks off as i walk in the door in shock, shutting it behind me. is today like— a dream or something? i say in my mind. first i get a cute boys number, now my dads actually being nice to me? i'm so confused.
i rush up the stairs as i shut the door quickly. i kick my shoes off and plop down on my memory foam mattress with a smile on my face. i grab my phone off of my bedside table which was where i left it last.
i enter my passcode, spelling 'dars' which is my family nickname. i open messages as i type in the number which the boy put on the paper that's in my hand currently.
DARLA'S messages ⋆𐙚₊˚
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xxx * xxx * xxxx hii!! praying this is the right number 🙏🏼🙏🏼
xxx * xxx * xxxx maybe, who's this??
xxx * xxx * xxxx darla, skate park last night. ring any bells for you?
xxx * xxx * xxxx OH YEAH hey dar!! ;)
* xxx * xxx * xxxx CHANGED TO dar 🎀 ! *
* xxx * xxx * xxxx CHANGED TO chris 🛹 ! *
chris 🛹 well dar, i've gotta go. text you later?
dar 🎀 for sure. ttyl chris ! *MESSAGE LIKED BY CHRIS 🛹 !*
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love sick ⋆𐙚₊˚
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