#c:callan

[rubydixon]

text: ruby → callan

ruby: random fucking question but

ruby: did u eat my sour patch kids????

ruby: they seem to have disappeared but i doubt they would've just fucking walked away by themselves

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Text ✉️ Callan

Jett: are you busy

[dtfjett-blog]

drunken basketball | callan + jett |

Jett was fed up with being alone. Ever since the dance had happened over a week ago, Jett had been fighting with, and not really talking to Maggie, and it had definitely taken a toll on him. His playing was worse, his attitude and mood went through the floor, and he had barely made contact with any of his friends. Finally, though, he was sick of it. He just felt like he needed to let it all out, and when better to do so with his best friend with alcohol making him spill all his feelings? Jett had made his way to the gym, and was already bouncing a ball around the court, absentmindedly shooting 3′s like it was his second nature. He was so wrapped in what he was thinking about that he didn’t even hear someone come in.

[dtfjett-blog]

Text ✉️ Cal

Jett: are you busy right now

Jett; i either want to get hammered or just beat someone in a pick up game but pls do something with me

[dtfjett-blog]

cal 📩

Jett: lol someone told me you slept with bella

Jett: that kids such a sick fuck i told him he was dead wrong