Noah Kahan
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@a-bby-rose
Abby bit her nails as she held herself back from the crowd. A twinge of jealousy erupted in her chest as she watched her two former? best friends dance together. Why sheâd even bothered to come to the dance, she had no idea. Shaking her head, she got up from her seat. She needed a smoke. Almost to the entrance of the gym, she glanced back at the couple only to lock eye contact with Dallas. âFuck.â
tagged: its-dallas-silverman, lovekennabear
Would you date someone whoâs well known for cheating?
Abby tapped her foot along to the beat of her favorite song until Mrs. Lipshutz screamed her name. âSorry, Mrs. L.,â she muttered before resuming her note taking. Ordinarily Abby would be completely engaged. AP english was one of her favorite subjects. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind, preventing Abby from really focusing. It was the short blonde who despite her last name being four letters away from hers, had happened to be placed directly in front of her. It was just her luck that the one class she shared with Devyn would be the one class that reversed the alphabetical seating arrangements. Abby shook her head and forced herself to focus, jotting along the notes until the bell rang.Â
Devyn turned around just as the bell rang to put her books into her bag. Without so much as even acknowledging Abbyâs presence, she shoved her belongings into her backpack and stood up. A small squeaky sound escaped her throat and almost caught the blondeâs attention. Trying again, Abby frantically began speaking. âDev!â she called out. âIâm sorry, please. Talk to me? Please?â she pleaded. âPlease?â she tried once more, the desperation in her voice picking up volume, as she followed Devyn to the door of the classroom.Â
tagged: devy-in
âWhat do you want Abby?â she asked as she turned around to look at the taller girl, trying not to roll her eyes. Devyn had been doing her best to keep as much distance between her and the other girl, despite the fact that they were both used to being with each other practically every moment of the day. âYou made it pretty clear that you didnât want to talk to me,â she continued as she continued out into the hallway. âAnd then you - what Abby, what?â she voiced again as she turned to face her once more, trying to keep her resolve and not get into a fight with her former best friend in the middle of the busy hallway. Sheâd rather hoped that the distance would make it easier for her to not be mad, and have it so that they both wouldnât say things they regretted.
Abby bit her lip as it began to quiver. Seeing Dev this angry was absolutely warranted considering her actions but actually seeing it was another. Swallowing hard before speaking, she squeaked, âI know- I- just-â Her throat was dry and she was beginning to lose her resolve as Dev cut her off and turned to face her again. All the possible words that she had conjured up in her mind over the past two weeks were now gone. At a complete loss for words Abby stood before Dev with her mouth open.Â
Abby tapped her foot along to the beat of her favorite song until Mrs. Lipshutz screamed her name. âSorry, Mrs. L.,â she muttered before resuming her note taking. Ordinarily Abby would be completely engaged. AP english was one of her favorite subjects. Something kept nagging at the back of her mind, preventing Abby from really focusing. It was the short blonde who despite her last name being four letters away from hers, had happened to be placed directly in front of her. It was just her luck that the one class she shared with Devyn would be the one class that reversed the alphabetical seating arrangements. Abby shook her head and forced herself to focus, jotting along the notes until the bell rang.Â
Devyn turned around just as the bell rang to put her books into her bag. Without so much as even acknowledging Abbyâs presence, she shoved her belongings into her backpack and stood up. A small squeaky sound escaped her throat and almost caught the blondeâs attention. Trying again, Abby frantically began speaking. âDev!â she called out. âIâm sorry, please. Talk to me? Please?â she pleaded. âPlease?â she tried once more, the desperation in her voice picking up volume, as she followed Devyn to the door of the classroom.Â
tagged: devy-in
txt msg: how's everything?
txt: finetxt: you?
txt: yeah for sure. I donât see why this has to ruin our friendship
txt: lobby at 11:30- itâs a not date đ
txt: yaas. perfect! đŻ
txt msg: how's everything?
txt: finetxt: you?
txt: yeah! txt: You wanna go tomorrow? there is a cute little cafe not far from the hotel that has live music all the time
txt: really? yeah, that sounds great! đ
txt: iâm excited! iâll meet you in my lobby around 11:30 am?
txt msg: how's everything?
txt: finetxt: you?
txt: ⊠txt: I donât think so?
txt: oh... really?
txt: so we can has lunch? đž
txt msg: how's everything?
txt: finetxt: you?
txt: do... you hate me?
How many people have you had real, strong feelings for?
Two-ish?
 Hailee Steinfeld at Sabrina Carpenterâs sixteenth birthday party | June 15th, 2015
âJust- Just stop Abbyâ Dallas said as he got to his feet, the tone in his voice a little harsher than he intended. Picking up his guitar he slung it over his body, pushing it so it was on his back âWhatever you want- a break sounds great" the small boy shrugged, defeated in every sense of the word. Again he just stood there awkwardly not making eye contact with Abby, hoping that maybe sheâd changed her mind âUm- Iâll see you aroundâ he added finally turning away from the brunette. Without even bothering to turn around for another glimpse, Dallas began the walk back to the hotel where he would probably spend the rest of the night raking his brain and trying to figure out where he had gone wrong
Abby fell back onto the grass. People were definitely staring at the point but she didnât care. âFuck,â she said aloud. Closing her eyes, she banged the back of her head against the grass a few times to knock the stupid out of her. Her best fucking friend and best friendâs brother. Thatâs who she messed with this time. âIâm such a fuck,â she mouthed to the sky.Â
Devyn would never speak to her again. Abby was going to need a fat blunt for this one.Â
Almost instantly Dallas pulled his hand away from hers. For a moment he just looked at her, at an extreme loss for words. A lump formed in his throat as he slowly nodded, his eyes now locked on his fidgeting hands âUh-â he started, his voice trailing off âyeah, um- if thatâs what you want Abbyâ the boy looked up for a moment and gave her a half hearted smile, he wasnât stupid, he knew what âtaking a breakâ meant. She had done the same with Tate and look where she was now. âWhatever you wantâ
âUh-wh-â she so eloquently responded. It felt like all the emotions that were suddenly exploding within her just couldnât compute in her brain into actual words or even thoughts. Abby froze before swallowing and nodding slowly. âI-â she said as she bit her lip. âIâm,â she said as she pulled her hair back from her face. âIâm sorry, Dally. We should never have started in the first place. I just- Iâm sorry.â
An hour from now, sheâd probably think back to this time and remember all the things she should have said, like how great of a boyfriend he was and how badly sheâd screwed things up - not him, but this was now and that would be then. Her face was growing redder by the minute and people were beginning to look over at the couple two(?). âI- yeah, a break sounds good,â she concluded, not having the heart to tell him what she really wanted was to just break up.Â
In his mind the entire afternoon had been beyond perfect. Dallas had even brought his guitar out to the park to play a little if he felt like it, and with some light encouragement from Abby, he was indeed playing. In the middle of the afternoon in a very busy town. He was still trying to actually get used to this whole âhaving a girl friendâ thing, especially since it was a girl he had liked for forever. Everything was like a dream come true for him, he never thought heâd get this far, and he was enjoying every minute of it. His attention turned to the girl as he finished up the Beatles song he had been strumming absentmindedly âHow do I feel about what Abbs?â he asked, setting his guitar to the side so he could take her hand in his
Abby felt like her heart was going to explode it was thumping so loud. âUh, how...â she continued as her voice began to crack a little. âUMMM... would you feel about maybe... taking... a break?â she asked, her intonation picking up at the end of her question like it was a strain to say the word. Fuck.
Abby stretched her legs out on the warm grass and took a deep breath. She popped another strawberry into her mouth as she shifted restlessly beside her boyfriend. Dallas had ensured they had a perfectly (in the literal definition of the word), perfect date. It had begun with brunch in the noon sun followed by walking down the park towards the Eiffel tower. She hummed along to Dallyâs careless strumming not knowing what to do with herself. It was all so incredibly romantic - in theory. Though the whole day had been textbook rom com date worthy, she couldnât help but feel like the day their relationship was lacking a certain something. There was never that passionate spark she felt around Tate. She didnât go to bed thinking about their last kiss. It was all just so lackluster.Â
âUm. Dally,â she breathed, barely audible over the strumming. âHow do you feel about...â she trailed off, her head suddenly going fuzzy and losing her train of thought.Â
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What part of a personâs body do you find most attractive?
A great smile and some great absÂ
Did you fart cuz you blew me away
Eww⊠was this you Dallas?
