"Don't judge my bangs. My mom made me do it." I say. "It's cute." He says, biting back a laugh. "Asshole." I murmur. "Wait... In the photo you're wearing..." He says trailing off. My eyes widen when I realize I'm wearing my bracelet in that picture. "I can explain." I say. <~~~~~~~~~~> moi-ra | \ ˈmȯirə \ noun: a person's fate or destiny Used to be titled, "Because of an iPod and Ball" ~Published/Completed on October 28, 2020~