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“Okay, wow this is bad! Like bad bad, dude.”

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some things are meant to be || flizzie

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There was something liberating just being inside a moment, that Fletcher was currently experiencing. Being absorbed by time and space, feeling everything at once and just taking it in. It was strange, but it was so freeing at the same time. Just dancing here, in Kizzie’s room, he felt all those things in his heart come flooding back. Ever since Valentine’s Day, it was like these feelings were never going to go back. 

He thought it was the light, or maybe even Kizzie’s dress. Hell, maybe it was the fact that they knew each other so well that he was falling for the dolled-up version of her. But even rational thinking knew that was never the case. Fletcher was in the deep end, and he knew it. 

So instead they took their date night around the carnival, watching the line ups and wasting money at stupid games which made Kizzie laugh. And here they were, spending the remainder of the date just swaying to whatever was playing on someone’s radio. He looked at her, took her in completely; vibrant locks, bright eyes. She dazzled him, and he would never know if she was truly ever going to feel what he did. But that was never on the table, and he wasn’t going to force her hand on it. 

“So...the Backstreet Boys were pretty neat, huh?” 

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timeturner-fletch: @kizziepeaches ur the most adorable, kindest and sweetest bub in the whole universe. #happyfriendshipday dude. 

timeturner-fletch: duuuuuuuuude check this out. it’s us. @kizziepeaches

timeturner-fletch: get urself a wholesome friend like @kizziepeaches who will drag you home from the dog shelter cos we ‘cannot adopt them all’. 

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19 years ago, a cute lil redhead was born. somewhere along the line, aliens replaced her with some dork. today, that dork turned 19. hbd @kizziepeaches 

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Fletcher: “Uhh, hey just a quick question; dobermans or chihuahuas? As in, more vicious and will wanna fight you if you look at them the wrong way. Asking for a friend. Call me back, I need an answer pronto. And no, that’s totally not at a pet store. Love you, bye!” 

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Fletcher: Okay, so here’s the deal; we go hit every food court at the mall and then rate the food on insta. it’ll be like lorde’s onion rings blog but better. [Sent at 3:15 pm]

Fletcher: Kizzbizz, do you wanna go look at the stars by the beach or something? I can’t sleep and i’ve got a biology midterm tomorrow. [Sent at 2:30 am] 

Fletcher: I did something stupid. It involved slippery floors and warm, cotton socks. I think I might have cracked something, but I can’t tell. [Sent at 5:09 pm]

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Fletcher & @kizziecollins

Stopping his scooter right outside the establishment, Fletcher took a moment to completely turn off the machine before he took his helmet off. And then he turned to look at Kizzie, with a smirk on his face. “So...what do you think?” The current establishment in question was the local dog shelter. Fletcher found it a year ago, and he volunteered here, on and off. And when he was certain that this was something the redhead would like to join in on, he didn’t hesitate to drive exactly a kilometer away from campus. “Nothing fancy, but some of the dogs are absolute sweethearts.”