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𝟏𝟓... 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟
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ミ i m e s s a g e 彡
matt🩵 Come over
logan☀️ now? why?
matt🩵 I don't want you to be alone when our videos drop. I know you're going to want to read the comments and that is definitely not a good idea
logan☀️ i'm not alone. there's no school today and mason's at home with me
matt🩵 Bring him with you
logan☀️ you really think now is the best time for him to meet you?
matt🩵 Yes. Come over Please?
logan☀️ you're relentless💀💀 we'll be there in half an hour -> loved by matt
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"Mason?" I knock on my brother's half-open door before poking my head into his simply decorated bedroom. His walls are painted light grey because apparently any other colour is too overwhelming and distracts him when he is gaming. Other than a few family pictures hanging on the walls, the only source of colour in his room is the handmade quilt our mother made him. The quilt is a mixture of blues and greens, and Vienna has a matching one that is purple and pink. As for Mason himself, he is sitting at his desk with his headphones on, dialled into Fortnite. "Hey, Mas?"
"Hang on," Mason mumbles distractedly, his thumbs rapidly moving over the controller in his hands. His character dies seconds later, and a curse slips from his lips as he drops his controller and tugs his headphones off before turning to face me. "What's up?"
"Do you want to come to Matt's with me?"
Mason's eyes widen in intrigue. "Really? Now?"
"Now," I nod in confirmation, grinning when Mason reaches behind himself to shut off his computer.
"Yeah, okay." Mason hops up from his chair, acting as if my invitation isn't out of the ordinary, but the excited glint in his eyes betrays his true emotions. "You should change before we go. You look like a rat."
I scowl at my younger brother and flip him off before spinning on my heel to saunter back downstairs. "Says the kid with cupcake frosting all over his face and his shirt on inside out!" I call over my shoulder, laughing when Mason groans in response.
