#wrenxchanel

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Wren flashed a flashlight into Chanel’s window three times from his bedroom. He hoped she was home, he waited for her to send the flashlight signal back. When it was sent, he met her in the middle of the culdesac. His heart was racing, he had to tell her.  Wren saw her approaching and she looked beautiful, it didn’t even matter what she was wearing. She looked beautiful. He had no idea that Quinton left town, or that she was even upset. “Chanel, I just need to get this off my chest. Don’t be with him. Don’t be with anyone, be with me” said Wren, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I have liked you my whole life” Wren added, “and I can’t stop thinking about you. Not now, not then. You just have to shut me down now, because I am never going to get over you unless you do” Wren thought he might pass out, he was so relieved to get it off his chest. But there was the looming rejection in his midst.

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[wren-bishop]

imessage - charlie h.

wren: hey can you tell me if this looks okay for homecoming?

wren: [pic attached of the fit]

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Wren escaped the chaos of his house for a little while and headed around the cul de sac to Chanel’s house a house over. He got the key out of the place it was stored and headed inside and called out to Chanel as he went to find Chanel in the kitchen. “There’s my favorite person” he said with a laugh as he put the packages down and went up behind her while she was stirring and he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head in the crook of her neck, “It’s been a while since I got some alone time with you” he said planting a kiss on her neck before turning her around to give her a kiss. “I have some presents for you” he said in reference to the packages. There was a small mountain of gifts, he had really gone all out. But he had no idea what Chanel had gotten him, so he had just gone a little overboard. He was still going to be topped, but he didn’t even know it yet. @chrysolites​

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Wren locked his phone and went to go change out of his workout clothes and into some pajamas. He was excited Chanel was coming over, and he had a lot of nervous energy about it. He wanted to tell her tonight. But she had been drinking, so maybe it wasn’t for the best. Wren made sure his room was in order, trying to not pace around too much. He was closing up his homework when she arrived.

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Wren and Chanel were busy getting the house set up for the after party, putting all the breakable things away and putting up lights. Wren was at the top of the ladder and stringing lights, "Hey Chanel can you change the song? My watch isn't letting me" said Wren down to her, "My phones by the speaker, passcode is 9736. It spells WREN"

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Wren and Chanel were squatted down trying to put together the start of their snowman. They were almost done with the first ball, “I want this snowman to be dummy thick” joked Wren laughing a little until he slipped on an icy patch. “Oh you’re laughing at me? The Chanel Hampton is laughing at her boyfriend? The cruelty never stops” he teased as he quickly balled up snow and threw it at her. “Yeah, I’m ready to fight. Good luck babe, I’m in it to win it” said Wren, the tip of his nose burning from the cold. He went to form another snowball before he was hit in the back, “I’ve been shot!” he called out before retaliating and throwing another snowball at her. @chrysolites​

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imessage - chanel

wren: hey hows it going with practice and kelsey and all of that?

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Wren and Chanel were rollerblading down the street on a Saturday, age 9. “So you have cooties now, right?” said Wren with a laugh as he did a little jump on his skates. He was jealous that Chanel had kissed someone, and that he hadn’t yet. He thought they were going to be weirdos forever, and she was just getting all this attention at school. No one ever noticed him, only Chanel. What if she got a new best friend? His little head was already anxious. Then he slipped and fell, skinning his knee. 

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