traphouse texting

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— 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥 —

sam entered the kitchen, early in the morning.

aaron, who looked tiredly towards the fellow blonde, smiled gently.

"hey, good morning." sam said quietly.

he reached to grab the box of cereal.

"have you hear anything from corey yet?" sam asked.

aaron shook his head.

"nothing, absolutely nothing." aaron said.

sam sighed.

"he and elton must've gotten busy, eh mate?" aaron asked.

sam coughed, covering his mouth.

aaron smirked as he exited, sam trying not to laugh loudly enough to wake the others.

shaking his head, sam poured his cereal and milk into the bowl.

when he turned around, going to return to his room and start editing a video he filmed the other day, he jumped slightly.

a very sleepy looking, shirtless colby stood in fromt of him.

it was 8am, about three hours before he'd usually wake up.

"w-what are you doing?" sam asked, staring up and down at him.

"can you make me one?" colby asked softly, pouting softly.

sam's cheeks turned a rosy pink.

"yes.. yes, of course! uh.." sam started.

he handed colby the bowl he currently held.

"you can have that one." sam said sweetly.

colby smiled, eating a spoonful of cereal.

"thank you, sammy." colby said quietly.

sam blushed, nodding shakily before continuing on and making his own breakfast for the second time.

"why are you up so early?" sam asked.

"you yawned loudly in the hall earlier." colby said.

"i did not, liar." sam said, turning to face him.

colby smirked.

"you did! it woke me up, and lasted forever. you practically just screamed." colby teased.

again, sam's cheeks turned pink, along with heating up.

"fine. but be warned, i will be listening to your yawns to make sure they don't get "too loud"" sam said, smirking.

as he spoke, he finished making his bowl of cereal, and walked out of the room.