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Text: Frenchie:)

Frenchie: Yeah I have no idea who that is.

Frenchie: Dealing with the emotional mess we call Audrey.

Boston: It's this girl who I'm laying I might possibly date.

Boston: I'm an asshole... arn't i?

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Text: Frenchie:)

Frenchie: I didn't? Oh. What are we talking about?

Boston: Courtney... We don't have to talk about it.

Boston: What's up?

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Text: Frenchie:)

Boston: You never replied back? Are you okay?

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Clouds and cookie dough | Courtney & Boston

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She laughed as he fell down next to her from everything he was saying. It was all true. She would be at all his shows, front row. She and him did share a passionate love for junk food and poptarts. But she would throw glitter at him, just to give herself a reason to play with his hair. She groaned and brought her hands over her face, hiding her blush and smile.

"I think you were gonna say that I’m your favorite person ever and that I am so, awesome." She snorted and shook her head, turning onto her side towards him. She flipped her hands around so they pressed against his t-shirt clad chest. She ran her hands down his torso, feeling every movement of his body before clasping her hands behind his back. She pulled herself closer and left soft kisses on the center of his chest. "Do you want to play twenty questions?" She smiled and looked up from under her eyelashes. Since they liked each other without even knowing one another on a personal level, she thought it’d be best to start learning.

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"I can say that you're my favorite person ever if that would make you happy." He chuckled as she snorted. He always thought it was cute when ever girls snort when they laughed. It was this weird thing that made girls a lot more attractive to him. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he nodded his head. "We can play 20 questions. I would like to get to know you better because we've only known each a day and we've already kissed so..." He said, rolling his eyes playfully.

He began to think about the things he didn't know about her. Which was basically everything. "Alright, I'm going to ask two to start off. What's your full name? Where are you from?" He asked, letting his fingers run through her hair as they laid together on her bed. "By the way, I'm sleeping over because I'm sure the Frat house still smells awful."

#muh bad #it's short yo

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Audrey: noo you arent

Audrey: you dont caree.

Boston: alright. I don't know what to say, Audrey.

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Clouds and cookie dough | Courtney & Boston

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She smiled against his lips and loosened her grip on his shirt. She felt him pull her on top of him and left her straddling his waist. She leaned down and kissed him back with as much passion as she could muster. She left her forehead against his, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling against his. “So you like me?” she smiled and licked over her bottom lip before latching it between her teeth. She brought her hand up to his hair and started running her hand through the back of it. She traveled her hand up the side of his torso and back down before tugging at the bottom of his shirt.

Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at the boy. “Because- it’s crazy. Because we’ve known each other almost a full day and I already can’t sop thinking about you. It’s not fair, in a way.” She whispered against his lips and closed the gap between them again. Her lips traveled from his lips to his cheek and onto his jaw. She left small open mouthed kisses there before moving to his neck. She left the softest kisses there, calming down her breathing and her hormones at that.

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Boston let both hands rest on her waist as she straddled him. Biting his bottom lip, he looked at her and smiled. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't like you." He whispered, looking into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose and said. "Don't do that with your tongue. It's cute and I can't take it." He said as he flipped them over so he was hovering over the girl.

"Courtney, I really like you a lot but, if you keep kissing me there... things will happen and I don't want them to happen yet. So... I suggest you stop because I won't." He said as he left his hands rest on her waist. Biting his bottom lip at her lips long his neck, he really didn't want her to stop but, he really did. He didn't want to rush into things with her. Moving his head away from her, he quickly placed a few kisses on her lips before he pulled back a bit. "I will crush you. I'm heavy." He said, winking down at the blonde. "So, since you like me and I like you. I expect you to be at all of my shows in the front row. Okay? But, don't throw confetti at me because that was a bitch to get out. I'm glad we share a love for junk food and poptarts."

Rolling over a bit, he himself fall off to the side so he was laying down next to her. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her body close so that they were pressed together. "Anything else I need to say?" He tilted his head as he smiled at her.

Text: Frenchie:)

Frenchie: Uhm. What?

Boston: What?

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Text: Frenchie:)

Frenchie: Don't call girl bitches Boston, it's not nice. And who is Courtney? Do I know her?

Boston: She's not a bitch. I'M MAD BECAUSE SHE BEAT ME TOO IT! UGH!. Courtney is my wife. Now do you know who she is? She lives in the independent dorms.

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Audrey: im leeaking and going to the hospital noow. byee

Boston: I'm sorry...

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Text: Frenchie:)

Frenchie: Well shit I don't know. JUST TELL ME.

Boston: Courtney. Actually, this bitch kissed me first.

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Audrey: becausee everyone else kneww, dumbass

Audrey: uugh i haate everythiing ewewq dc

Boston: I'm oblivious to everything. I hope you realize that by now.

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