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Fuck You, Really • Folt (ft Morgan)

Fawn’s mouth gaped open and her eyebrows furrowed trying to understand why he wouldn’t tell her. She shook her head a little before letting her lip quiver. Fawn could tell she was going to cry again. It hurt her so bad to think of any reason why he couldn’t tell her. Her eyelids began to flutter feeling all of the tears build. Fawn shook her head in an over dramatic manner trying to cover up the fact that she was actually crying again. She felt as though her knees would buckle so she moved back into a chair across the pathway she was standing in. “You know, I’m so stupid for actually believing that you trusted me the way I trusted you,” Fawn said through whimpers and hiccups of sucking in air. She didn’t understand why Miles was taking this so well, he was so calm about it and Fawn was on her own crying and basically having some sort of panic attack of sorts. Miles’ button up shirt was getting soaked with tears and she pulled her legs into her chest not knowing what to do right now. “No, I want an answer. Now,” Fawn said dropping her legs staring right at Miles’. “I am not leaving without an answer,” she restated.

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Miles looked up at her. "Then... you'll be here 'till morning," he said, surprised by his sudden confidence. "I hate to say it, but... I really can't tell you. I'm sorry." He knew at this point that he would never gain her trust back, but in reality, this was a life or death situation. Minutes passed as Fawn sat there crying, and Miles felt pathetic and heartless for not reacting as she was. Part of it was probably because of Morgan and everyone else watching, but most of it was him knowing that he was doing the right thing, even if it wasn't what he wanted. He tried to think of any way he could get out of this situation, whether it be talk it out or -- get up and leave. Oh, God, no, she'd never forgive that, don't do it, don't do it, don't do -- "Morgan." The blonde looked up at him. "We should, uh... we should get going." Fuck. Morgan looked at Fawn, confused, as if to say, 'What about her?' Miles just shook his head and stood up. Morgan stood up after him and handed him his jacket, which he slipped on. He wanted to say one last thing to Fawn, but he thought it best to just leave it. He looked at her and walked out the door.

#WHY #p:fawn #p:fyr #i'm gonna write a self-para about morgan stayin with miles btw #aND THIS IS KINDA THE END UNLESS YOU WANNA WRITE THE END #SRR ABOUT CAPS MAN I'M EMOTIONAL

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Fuck You, Really • Folt (ft Morgan)

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Fawn just stood there trying to stop crying but the tears wouldn’t tired. Just silent sobbing now. She listened to him and was so close to believing him but there was something off. Fawn clenched her teeth and thought about what he was saying. She wanted so bad to believe him and she just knew it wouldn’t happen. Not now at least. Fawn but her hand on her hip and rested her weight to one leg. “Fine, then if you’re not cheating on me, what are you doing here?” Fawn asked moving her head closer expecting a damn good answer. This is where Fawn got mad, not because of Morgan, not because of Miles, but because of the lying. Fawn thought Miles didn’t trust her and she wanted to get an answer out of him whether he liked it or not. She’d find out why he was here and wouldn’t leave till she knew. Fawn didn’t care about the people looking at them or Morgan. Just Miles and the truth between the too.

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Now Miles really began to panic. He looked to Morgan, who pleaded with her eyes. He knew it would be embarrassing for her, and if Fawn wanted to know everything, then his lie would probably slip out somewhere. Then again, Miles liked Fawn more than any girl he'd ever liked in his entire life, and he really didn't want to hurt her. There were only two choices: his friend or his girlfriend? All eyes were on him. It felt like an ABC Family drama scene. "I-... I'm..." Miles' eyes moved from Morgan to Fawn to the heavily made-up cashier to the guy trying not to laugh and back to Morgan and over again, blindly reaching out, trying to find anything to say. He wanted to tell Fawn, he really did, but Morgan would probably die without him, or worse. He couldn't let himself do that, he'd practically already promised. "I... I can't..." Miles let out out a sigh and gave up. "I can't... tell you." He took a step back, avoiding eye contact. "I'm really sorry, but I just... can'ttellyou. You know, you may as well leave, because--..." He fell back into his seat and rest his forehead on his arms. I've really done it this time.

#HAHAHA NOPE #p:fyr #p:fawn #remember when folt was canon for like ten and a half minutes ahahahhha #haahahha #s #snd #c.axcadsffadsf

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Fuck You, Really • Folt (ft Morgan)

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Fawn just couldn’t stop staring. She couldn’t forgive him, he basically lied. They were holding hands like they’d been dating forever. Fawn knew he was trying to make her understand that everything was not how it seemed— it obviously wasn’t helping if her tears kept building. Her thoughts kept reeling. She kept thinking about if he lied to her or something along those lines. Fawn trusted him more than anyone. More than any of her old friends. But he broke her trust and he’d have to do something big to win it back. If he ever could.

Soon enough Fawn was biting her lip trying to keep from crying which ended up in her crying as soon as Morgan stood up. Fawn was shaking her head to every word Morgan said. She wasn’t going to believe a complete stranger, but she wasn’t going to believe Miles either. So, he wasn’t winning right now. Fawn covered her mouth realizing that she had said they’d dated before. Not really caring that other people were looking. Fawn kept thinking about how she told Miles how no guys ever liked her. Now the first time a guy liked her he broke her heart. “Please, just stop lying to me. Don’t pity my feelings,” Fawn said with each word her voice would crack. “I trusted you!” Fawn said her voice raising a bit. “I’m so stupid,” Fawn repeated over and over in a small whisper.

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"No, no, I'm not lying!" Miles was starting to panic now. He knew he couldn't tell her the whole truth, because the whole truth was: he had already lied to her. Not about Morgan (who awkwardly sat back down, staring at the ground), but about getting clean. Everyone in the restaurant was now shamelessly watching. Someone was even suppressing laughter. "I promise, I promise we were just talking!" Miles would have argued that if Fawn truly trusted him, she wouldn't be here, but arguing would have only made it worse. He hated to see her cry. He knew he had to choose his words carefully. "Look, Fawn, I would never do that to you. Morgan is just a friend, there was nothing going on between us." 'never do that to you'. 'just a friend'. 'just talking'. His heart was racing. All of these were classic cheater lines, but Miles didn't know what else to say.

#SHIT MAN THIS IS SAD THIS SUCKS #p:fyr #p:fawn #cries forever

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Fuck You, Really • Folt (ft Morgan)

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She’d walked in opening the door louder than she should’ve and looked around hiding her face from embarrassment and and soon found Miles, in the corner of a stupid fast-food place, with a girl, holding her hand. Fawn didn’t know whether it was anger or sadness but something was going on in her head. She’d looked at him for a little before walking over taking long strides so she could walk so, yet, stil get there at a normal time. She soon saw the girl her eyes went straight to the puppy-dog mode that she wore so well. “She- She is prettier,” Fawn managed to get out feeling a couple tears build up. Fawn wasn’t wearing make-up but even with it she felt like she was gorgeous and Fawn looked like a rodent. Fawn put both of her hands over her mouth and nose vertically and shook head wanting to hit Miles but she knew she didn’t have the will to do that. All she did was shook her head and stared at their hands that were still locked together.

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Miles disregarded the door slamming and continued with Morgan. “How’s Ian been?” he asked, still holding her hand. “He’s alright. Talks about you a lot.” “Does he?” “Yeah. Says he misses you.” “Oh… I just don’t know if I wan—” Miles was interrupted by Fawn, who looked like she had just received the most devastating news of her entire life. “F-Fawn!” He followed her gaze to his hands an abruptly pulled them away. It was clear that Morgan was confused. Miles stood up. “Fawn, this isn’t what it—” He stopped himself, refusing to settle for such a cliché line. People at tables turned their heads, and a teenaged cashier with too much makeup appeared to be engrossed in texting someone, telling them what was going on. “Uh… Morgan, this is Fawn, my girlfriend.” Morgan looked at Fawn and then back at him. “Oh.” A few seconds went by. “O—… Oh!” She got onto her feet. “This isn’t… you don’t think… me? And him?” She pointed to Miles. “Oh, honey, I’ve already been down that road once, and let me tell you—” Miles loudly cleared his throat. “Look, Fawn, we weren’t… it wasn’t like that. She really needs my help.” He was making a fool of himself trying to find the right words, desperately trying to tell the girl as much of the truth as he could. Morgan shrugged Miles’ jacket off her shoulders and onto the chair behind her, that being the first helpful thing she’d done in the situation. “For the record…” He shot a look at Morgan and quickly mumbled the rest. “For the record, you’re prettier than her.”

#p:fawn #p:fyr #oblivious!morgan #what even is format #also short whoop

Fuck You, Really • Folt (ft Morgan)

The bottle blonde before him shook her head. "I'll just throw it up."

"I see," He ordered himself a soda. "You've been throwing up a lot?"

"Yeah." She ran thin fingers through her stringy hair. "It's keepin' me up at night. I haven't gotten sleep in a week." They sat down across from eachother at a small, round table in the corner of the McDonald's. Since it was 9:30, there were only three other tables filled, and Miles wanted their discussion to go unnoticed.

"You know, Morgan, I'm really glad you called."

Morgan smiled, but her eyes were sad. "I'm glad you answered. You're the only person who did."

"Who else did you call?"

"Uh, Nick, Lauren, Elaine, Dodge, Rox--"

"Woah, Dodge didn't answer?" When Miles was still affiliated with Morgan, he knew that her and Dodge had been sleeping together, and they always shared needles. The only reason they hadn't been 'dating' was because they didn't like the sound of it.

"Nah." She played with the dermal on her cheek. "He sorta hates me now. I stole his dope money."

"Oh."

"Yeah." Morgan's skin was pale, nearly transparent, she was shaking like crazy, and he could tell she'd been scratching herself until she bled. "Where've you been staying?" he asked.

"I dealed with Ian and everyone. We stayed wherever we could, really. Mostly Ian's place." Ian was the person that had pressured Miles the most about trying acid.

"How'd you get here all the way from Ventura?"

"I walked."

"You--?"

"Yes. I'm desperate for help, Bolton, I already told you. ...Damn, why is it so cold in here?"

Miles handed her his jacket, which she gratefully flung over her shoulders. "What are you getting off of?"

Morgan pulled his jacket tighter around her. "Meth. And heroin." Mies hadn't noticed until now that she had tracks and bruises all along her arms.

"Heroin."

"Yeah. It's good shit, man. You still do crack?"

"Not really, no. Just acid."

"Oh."

There wasn't really anything else to talk about. Miles texted Fawn until Morgan piped up again. "I don't want help."

"Huh?"

"I don't want help. Like, I don't want to go to a treatment facility or something."

"Where would you go?"

"I'll get a place for myself."

"Are you sure that wouldn't tempt you?"

"No."

He sighed. Morgan rubbed her temples. "Can't I just stay with you?"

"I go to Disney, man. Boarding school." Miles suddenly realized how long it had been since he had talked to Morgan. She'd changed a lot -- new hair colour, new piercings, new style. How old was she, even?

"Shit." She began to tear up. "Goddamnit, Bolton. I need this. My dad won't fucking talk to me until I get clean. You're my last option. I'm begging. Please, please..." Her voice came out sharp, in hisses.

Miles drummed his fingers on the table. "Fine, fine. I'll... I'll find a way to sneak you in or something." She grabbed his hand across the table. "Thank you, Bolton. You have no idea how much this means to me." She was bawling, but her smile was genuine

Morgan's hands were freezing. Miles put his other hand on hers and smiled. "No problem."

That's when the front door burst open.