𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾. 𝖠𝖻𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗇- 𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗉𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝟣𝟪 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖿𝗎𝗅. 𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗆, 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌, 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖻𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗎𝗑𝗎𝗋𝗒- 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝖾𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖭𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾. 𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖥𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗎𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒- 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾.

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𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴

i. why is this couple vigorously making out in front of us — oh shit did you just throw popcorn at them? and now i’m laughing so i look like the asshole that did it.
ii. we’re a little more than just best friends, aren’t we? so why don’t you just admit it? why do you keep pushing me against dirty walls of nightclubs and silencing me with maddening kisses whenever i tell you i like you?
iii. you can’t stay away from me, can you? poor little needy thing wants to be held and lied to. you want to hear you’re precious to someone, right? i’ll do just that before breaking you over and over again, knowing you’ll come back for more.
iv. so what if we're both drunk and lost and wandering around in the middle of the night? so what if we're kissing even though we promised ourselves that we would never cross the boundary of being just friends?
v. darling i know you're madly in love with me, or whatever you call it. but the last thing i need is trash outside my house and you camping outside trying to win me back isn't helping.
vi. i invited you over so we could do each other's makeup but i got distracted staring at your face and now we're kissing and i honestly have no problem with that.
vii. we've hated each other since grade school but i haven't seen you since we graduated high school and you got a hell of a lot prettier and suddenly i'm feeling something a lot different from hate. are you sure you don't feel the same?

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

“just kiss me and act like you do it every day.”
“i’ll buy you coffee if you hold my hand for five minutes.”
“you only have to wear the ring until they notice.”
“i get to have a sexy partner for a day, and you get to have a story to tell your grandchildren.”
“if you keep staring at me like that, everyone’s going to see right through us.”
“well, darling? aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?”
“i know we’re strangers, but can you at least hug me back?”
“i’ll do all the talking, you just stand there and look pretty.”
“i’ll do it, but only if we get to go on a real date later.”
“you look terrified. please smile before someone thinks i threatened you.”
“don’t flatter yourself, you just happened to be closest.”
“i’m not who you thought i was.”
“the look on your face is priceless, darling.”
“the ‘memories’ we made mean nothing to me.”
“oh my god, are you seriously crying? how pathetic.”
“i don’t care what you think we had. you were always nothing to me, and it’s still the same.”
“oh, don’t look so surprised.”
“crying won’t change anything.”
"you need to learn to put yourself first."
"fuck love."
"well that was brutally honest."
"why do you pretend not to care?”
“don’t you believe in me?"

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