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@pvrkxandrew
MSG TO DABBIN’
yeah i heard it was…uhhhh….inyeresting *interesting jsyk i’m saving that for another day
( ✉ → ANDY ) < ( ( ✉ → ANDY ) >” ) ( ✉ → ANDY ) :: ( ( ✉ → ANDY ) im abgry ( ✉ → ANDY ) dlete the voicemaik now!!!!!!!!@!@!!
( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329 jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite
☾ SOURCE: text message starters☾ STATUS: accepting!
( ✉ → sms )
( ✉ → sms ) of ALL the drunk pictures of me ???
( ✉ → sms ) how many do you HAVE
( ✉ → sms ) DELETE T HEM !!!!!!!!!!!
@pvrkxandrew — here!
“Why is it always about you? What about me? Do I not matter?” He knew this was a serious-ish conversation but he wasn’t in the mood for that. He wanted to unwind and relax and being around his friends helped him more than he cared to admit. Plus, he was a lot more dramatic and self centered than he would ever admit to.
Utter disbelief: that was what coursed her veins at that moment, visible traces of which rests on the skin of parted lips and a slight furrow in her brows. She does a double take, almost positive her ears had been playing tricks on her, incredulity setting in fully when she realises she hadn’t been hearing things. “What?!” is implored in a half-scoff and half-protest, tone hushed to somewhat mask her exasperation. “What do you mean it’s always about me? I’m not the one trying to steer a conversation about someone else’s problem towards me! You are!”
@pvrkxandrew | continued from here
── QUESTIONS @driftuan
Trouble? When wasn’t Andrew in trouble? His mouth was always running, that in combination of him just saying whatever came to mind, got him in trouble. “No more than I usually am.” He chuckled as he ran his ring adorned fingers through his chocolate colored strands. “I made my friend mad and she hasn’t spoken to me in like two days. I’m just worried about her. She’ll forgive me at some point.” He shrugs, pretending the predicament wasn’t bothering him hen in reality it irked him to the core.
something about the way andrew says this, so nonchalant, makes mark want to laugh. he doesn’t though, and instead responds with casual flippancy. that’s the thing with andrew, he seems to take things lightly, much that mark isn’t sure whether this was a real issue or not. “and what makes you so sure about that?” mark raises his brows as he leans against the wall. “aren’t you worried she might not let this one go?” he studies andrew’s expression a moment, and while he can’t exactly pinpoint a hint of worry on his face, he wonders.
