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"hello, welcome to— woah, what happened to your hair?!"

"it's pink, duh!"

"but why?"

"because i'm punk rock?"

". . ."

"stop smirking!"

"i have a hard time believing that you dyed it to be 'punk rock'."

"i did!"

"yeah suuure. i'm going to believe that since i'm cupcake, you want to be cotton candy."

"no!"

". . . if you don't mind me asking, where's calum? you only brought him, like, once."

"we, uhm, broke up."

"sorry dude."

"nah, it's no biggie. hey, where's ashton?"

"here! hey mate."

"you know michael?"

"yep, we are apart of the 'forever alone' club. we met the day you were sick. i gotta go continue to clean, so see you guys later!"

"wow, i must've missed a lot."

"yeah. anyway, can i get a blueberry scone?"

"oh yeah, here you go."

"thanks."

"yeah. goodbye, cotton candy!"

"see you soon, cupcake."
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ugh so cute! the cupcake next to me has yellow frosting and all i can think about is luke now. thanks a lot michael.

café latte ☕️ // muke Where stories live. Discover now