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seventeen. junior. you might not like my attitude, but i don't like you(r dick).

[grumblygardensarchive]

✉ Text Messages ✉

∞ - For an altered state of mind text. (Drunk, drugged.) # - For an angry text. ♦ - For a rushed text. x - For a secret text. ♥ - For a regular text. * - For an early morning text. XD - For a “I wish you just saw that” text.

[angelvangel-blog]

I’m pretty positive that that’s true, just maybe.

[misswhitaker]

Yeah. Still, I often forgot about the cookies being in the oven and burn them. That has to factor into the equation.

[noellewhite-isnomore-deactivate]

And we’ll need walkie-talkies, to use to share every bit of conversation, even if we’re right next to each other.

[misswhitaker]

We’ll wear all black, no matter the weather. Or khaki’s and black polo necks, since that always worked for Kim Possible.

[noellewhite-isnomore-deactivate]

We could probably use this as blackmail. All we have to do is find Obama, make him think he’s alone, get him to eat some cookie dough, get a picture of it, and then send him a letter with a copy of the picture and our demands.

[misswhitaker]

That shouldn’t be too hard. We’ll have to make codenames. And get large hats and sunglasses, in case of security cameras.

[noellewhite-isnomore-deactivate]

We’re onto you, government. We know what you’ve been hiding.

[misswhitaker]

Hell, this is bigger than the moon landing conspiracy. This could change everything.

[noellewhite-isnomore-deactivate]

Considering how much cookie dough I’ve eaten, I’m half convinces salmonella’s a myth.

[misswhitaker]

It could potentially be an international conspiracy against eating raw cookie dough. One that really failed.

[noellewhite-isnomore-deactivate]

No regrets. The dough’s the best part.

[misswhitaker]

Until I don't have any dough left for cookies. Or get salmonella. Whichever comes first.

[misswhitaker]

I’d be a hell of a lot better at baking if I didn’t keep eating the dough. 

[misswhitaker]

text → dakota

dakota: um pretty good actually! there was lots of great homemade food

dakota: a lot of my relatives were really surprised at how i had changed haha

dakota: my cousin didn't recognize me and thought i was some random +1 and tried to hit on me?

dakota: it was pretty funny until it got uncomfortable um

missy: wow. your family sounds cool.

missy [unsent]: like you you, haha. no, really, you're cool.

missy: oh.

missy: that sounds fun.

[misswhitaker]

text → dakota

dakota: busy? getting ready for school and classes i assume

dakota: well i just got back from connecticut

dakota: some family reunion thing

dakota [unsent]: dear god i missed you

missy: pretty much. yeah.

missy: oh. how was that?

misst [unsent]: did you meet any fucking girls in fucking connecticut

[misswhitaker]

text → dakota

dakota: it's nice to hear from you!

dakota: um how have you been?

missy: sorry. i've been busy...

missy [unsent]: avoiding you.

missy: ok. you?

[misswhitaker]

text → dakota

missy [unsent]: hi

missy [unsent]: hey what's up

missy [unsent]: do you want to come over and maybe cuddle i don't mind

missy: hi

[danriddledediddledey-deactivate]

You could order Chinese for the kids and make them sit and watch it with you?

[misswhitaker]

With any other kids, yeah. But this house doesn’t have a TV, and they're only allowed gluten-free non-processed food.

[idkota]

And by stupid shows you mean like Jersey Shore, and Teen Mom, right?

[misswhitaker]

Bingo. And Real Housewives, of course.

[misswhitaker]

I just want to eat Chinese food and laugh at the stupid people on those stupid shows. Not babysit.

[deerprinceluhan]

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[misswhitaker]

call → dakota

Dakota: "No problem at all." Dakota had felt the first flutter at seeing her name light up his phone, but actually hearing her laugh rekindles the butterflies that had tried to settle against his ribs. It's been too long, he realizes. The sweet comfort of a found friend is tinged the sad flavor of silence and dust. He tries to clears his throat quietly before continuing, rid himself of his anxiety. "Well, what have you been doing lately?"

Missy: Another languid laugh nearly escapes her at that- she catches herself, but it still resonates throughout her body. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all.” A cough is added to the end of her answer, simply to prevent the probability of an awkward silence. “How are you?” Her voice wavers at the last syllable, a delay that she inwardly defines as being agitation towards how much she actually cares about his answer. It’s an uncomfortable and reasonably new feeling, genuinely caring about someone, and still the realisation sets her more at ease. Caring about him feels like breathing- instantaneous and familiar.