Text: Franco. What the shit, man?
Text: Fuck off
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Text: Franco. What the shit, man?
Text: Fuck off
— possible connections: best friend, band mate, roommate, boyfriend/girlfriend, crush. Open to m/f/nb
“So, it’s my twenty-first birthday today, and I haven’t left my house. Is this the appropriate way to spend a birthday?” Beau joked with a light chuckle.
Text: How’s things, babe?
Text: Fine... I think.
Text: But really not fine (DELETED)
Text: What the fuck, man?
Text: what?
— open starter // possible connections: best friend, boyfriend / girlfriend, roommate. Open to all
Beau slowly stopped punching the punching bag before him and glanced towards the other person in the doorway, lowering his arms with a raised brow. “Oh, hey, um, what’s up?” he greeted with a light smile.
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After their concert, Beau and Angel made their way back to the tour bus, their other bandmates going out for some drinks since they had a while before they had to leave. Normally, the two would go out as well, but tonight they had a plan to talk to their boyfriend. They couldn't deny that it was hard being so far apart. As much as they loved being on tour, they still did miss him quite often. Angel locked the tour bus door once they got inside while Beau flopped down on the couch tiredly with a yawn.
"Hey, don't go falling asleep, Beau. We promised to call tonight," he reminded with a chuckle. Angel turned on the laptop that was on their desk, opening up skype. He carried the laptop to the coffee table and put it down, sitting next to Beau on the couch.
"Don't worry, I remember, babe. Just sitting down," Beau replied with a giggle. He reached over to the mousepad on the laptop before clicking on their boyfriend's contact and pressing call. He leaned back Angel's shoulder with a smile, waiting for him to pick up with a hum.
From Beau: [text]: Beer and Food? You need?
[TXT MSG]: I always need beer, man. always.[TXT MSG]: tho this isn’t really that big a deal[TXT MSG]: it should be no surprise that two girls want to kiss me[TXT MSG]: even if one is cass, which is gross.
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13. A wrong number text
[text] -pic of the bra she’s wearing-[text] SHIT. that was not meant for you, too many b names in my phone. Please ignore it