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* this is the original first draft. The rewrite is now also out on my profile! *
ᴏᴀᴋʟᴇʏ ᴄᴀʀʀɪʟʟᴏ was discovered at fourteen years old, being praised as a musical prodigy by the media ever since. His f...
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ɴᴏʟᴀɴᴍᴜʟʟᴇɴ
Oakley:
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What do you think?
You: It sounds like you 😉
Not long after that, I fell asleep.
•••
I woke up the next morning to the sound of a new notification. I hid my face in my pillows for a while. I didn't even know what time it was, what I was supposed to do today, or literally anything. I was a mess.
At some point, I finally stretched my back and sat up. My eyes burned because of the bright light my phone screen emitted.
When my eyes finally adjusted, they got fucking wide.
Kylan Madden: Hey
Kylan fucking Madden. Shit.
Where did he even get my number from?
My mom knocked on my bedroom door and then walked in. I stared at her, my phone still in my hands. I could tell by the blurry blue silhouette, she was still in her favorite sweats.
"Mom, there's no point in knocking if you come in anyways." I groaned, dropping my face in my pillows again.
"It's just so you're aware," she said. "Kylan was at the door yesterday, but you were already asleep."
I jolted up at the mention of that god forbidden name. I squinted at her, trying to see her expression. All I could catch was her looking at me.
"Why did you guys stop talking anyways?" she asked me
Maybe I couldn't see her expression, but her voice was a dead giveaway. She adored Kylan. She loved it when I was with him or when he came over here. He just had that charisma. The one I stupidly fell for myself.
