The CD she’s burned for him is slid across the table before she leaves—a literal parting gift. The front only says “Songs to Fall In Love To”, which should already be suspicious. Upon playing, the first heavy strings would fill his ears, and maybe it is actually a love song—
She got dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what, what, what
Baby move your butt, butt, butt
At least it’s not a Rick Roll?
(Enjoy Ian :3)
while the cd had been pushed across and left for him at her departure —— he hadn't taken the chance to actually read the words sharpied across the sleek surface until after she was gone. ( there was an air of embarrassment when it came to opening gifts in front of the gifter. ) but it was an immediate red flag once he had [ ... ] the sickeningly sweet title scrawled far too saccharine for the likes of her. for either of them, for that matter. but nevertheless, the plastic case it was secured in would be dragged from the table as he reached for his portable player and headphones —— just in case it really was something disgustingly sappy. even in the comfort of his home, the comfort of the poster covered basement walls, he had a reputation to uphold.
the possibility that it might be some sort of romantic gesture settled in for only a moment at the sound of violin strings welcoming him upon hitting play [ ... ] but it was quickly squashed only seconds in as sisqo's voice came chiming in over them. ( all night long, let me see that thong. ) he couldn't possibly contain his amusement —— even if he attempted to in an empty room. it would feel like she'd won if he managed to laugh.... but he'd let the song play out regardless; all the way to the end where the silver haired vocalist was practically hollering in a siren call about some fucking underwear. unfortunately, he'd never admit to actually enjoying the song.
with his headphones shoved off and sitting idly in his bed —— he was reaching for the landline as soon as the opening song ended. black painted nails dialing her number and waiting somewhat impatiently [ ... ] until her voice finally picked up on the other end. and without a simple hello or what's up, ❛❛ yo, what the fuck is wrong with you? ❜❜
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