#svmoas

[wealthyhq]

* michael scott vc * oh no u di-in't

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[expensivc-blog]

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           “ in the most platonic way possible, samoa is really hot. i mean -- have you seen her ?? ”

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[gabriecl]

"i moved on" ( heartbreak meme!!! )

he couldn’t pinpoint when it had started- maybe it was a few months after they broke up, or more likely when her new relationship with his high school adversary began - but moving back to new york had given gabe some small amount of hope of repairing his relationship with samoa. he didn’t even want to get back together, he just wanted his friend back; the lack of contact had left a hole. he hadn’t realized those three words would pack such a heavy punch, but they certainly did. maybe he just didn’t realize what he had wanted until it was gone.

[stephaniehq]

⁇ / ✿ / # / $ /

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ micaela → samoa ]: samoaaaaaaaaaaA

[ micaela → samoa ]: i wanna try being REAL bffs

[ micaela → samoa ]: i’m sure we have SOMETHIGNin common

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ micaela → samoa ]: yknow what they say about people who hate each other?? 

[ micaela → samoa ]: shit could be fun ;-)

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ micaela → samoa ]: are you trynna go fake having a great time over sushi or italian today??

[ micaela → samoa ]: cause i’m kinda feelin sushi tbh

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ micaela → samoa ]: yeah everything abt her life is fake smh

[gabriecl]

since leaving new haven through no choice of his own, gabe had found himself back in a big city with a large amount of free time. after three years of constant study halls, lectures, and obligations, he had thought the freedom would be relaxing, liberating even. but all he felt was restless. he had never kept track of his steps, but most days followed the same routine - grab a coffee, put on a random playlist, and w a l k. sometimes he ended up as far as brooklyn. today however he had found himself in lower manhattan, it was getting late, zuccotti park was always a good shortcut. it was all routine. he was walking slow, head down and half-hazardly responding to some instagram dm when something caught his eye. maybe it was the coat, it looked like one she had worn before. he recognized everything and nothing about her all at once. this was certainly not part of his routine.

his lips parted, eyes meeting her own. it had been over a year, maybe closer to two if he were to get specific. he wasn’t sure what to feel - surprised? sure. there were small differences, none significant enough that he could put his finger on it. things had ended strange, one minute they were happy, making it work and trying to survive a long distance relationship with plenty of unspoken qualms. like two sailors trying to plug the holes on a sinking ship with nothing but a couple buckets in hand. gabe had been both dreading and waiting for the moment he would run into his first love from the moment he left yale. and now here she was on a cold autumn night, familiar face illuminated in a soft glow by the artificial lights hidden in the trees. he swallowed, gaze uncertain as he removed his airpod from his ear and pocketed his phone. “surprised it took us this long to run into each other,” he conceded, lips slightly upturned. “how have you been, samoa?”( @svmoas )