"what do you mean by pretty privilege?"
"I mean it"
"mean what?"
"well, the prettiest boy I know is sitting right next to me"
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karl x female
mature language
DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY THESE STUFF...
It was already midnight when I was going home, Roadtrip was playing on the radio and I was singing my heart out. Its a great song honestly. When I got home Layla was already sleeping so I changed and went to bed, watched some Netflix and went to sleep.
4:28 am. woke up. my phone was blowing up. it was Karl texting and calling me non-stop. I called him back eventually.
"Hello?" "Look outside" "What?" "Look outside!"
I looked outside my window and Karl was standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a box.
"Karl what the fuck?"
I dressed up and ran outside.
"Happy Birthday, y/n" "It's 4 in the morning" "I don't care, it's still your birthday" "You're so dumb" "Anyways, here open this" "First get in my house, but be quiet" "Why?" "I have a roommate" "Since when?" "Shut up and get in"
We went into my room and I opened my gift. It was a heart shaped necklace.
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"Mind helping me put it on?" "Yeah sure"
He put it on me and started to stare at it.
"It's beautiful" "Yeah it is, thank you for getting me it" "You welcome" "But you really didn't need to" "Oh yeah I did"
We talked for about some time and then Layla walked in.
"What are you guys doing" "Celebrating y/n's birthday" "It's your birthday?" "Yeah? I told you a week ago" "I forgot, sorry" "How could you? What kind of roommate are you?" "Karl it's fine" "No it's not, she forgot your birthday!" "I'm not even 22 yet"
We hung out for about some time until Layla got tired and she went to sleep.
