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send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.
“jesus fucking christ, ian. i don’t - how the fuck did i not know that you and jo were a thing?” the frustration was evident in his tone. marco and ian had never been the best influences on each other, they both really just thrived off of each other’s stupidity and carelessness. for months, he’d been telling her to blow off the girl his friend has been seeing. you’re too young to be tied down, he often told him. but it was so much more different now that he found out he had been contributing to the heartache of his own sister. “please, please, please fucking stay away from her.” a warning. “she doesn’t deserve any of this shit. you fucking know that.”














