[ Am I being a fool? Wrapped up in lies and foolish truths. ]
Jacob sits on his bed with his phone I'm his hand. His friends were right. He was an idiot for staying with Chresanto.
He dials chresanto's number. He doesn't answer
"Hello, it's chresanto," he giggles," leave a message."
Jacob remembers when he recorded that.
"Babe stop. This is serious." Chresanto says holding Jacob's hands above his head. "They're not fun then."
"Seriously Jacob."
Chresanto starts the recording again.
"Hello, it's Chresanto," Jacob tickles him and chresanto let's out giggle.
"Leave a message."
Jacob sits back on his legs. "Keep that. You sounded sexy as hell."
"I'm leaving."
And then Jacob hangs up.
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"Grand Piano"
FanfictionThe people are talking, the people are saying That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano So play on, play on, play on
