into it | mileven texting au

seven

"hey um, dad?" mike clears his throat, knocking on his office door.

ted looks up, "what do you want?" he barely looks at mike and focuses on the papers in front of him.

"what are you... doing?" mike asks, maintaining his tone.

a few more years at it will all be over.

"why do you want to know?" ted asks as mike finally enters the room, "just curious. is it about taking over new york's—"

"what do you want!?" ted repeats himself as mike gulps, "just curious." he lies.

he wasn't just curious. he knew exactly what was going on, what his dad was doing and he wanted him to crumble.

once his father did, he will take over and fix everything then take everything for himself.

his dad was shitty so it would be fine.

"then stop being curious and get out." ted glares at him as mike nods and hurried out of the room.

"fucking bastard." he grumbles under his breath once he exits.

*

val

tell me ur name

why?

bc
i honestly need a friend
and i kinda wanna meet you

no

alright
send me a selfie

no you might cream your pants

the hell no
we should meet honestly

no

okay then tell me something about you

i like to dress up and look hot

okay...
what's your name then?

i'll tell you my middle name
it's valentina

holy shit i know exactly who you are now!
u already told me that

shut up

but cool middle name
mines ferrari

i got a ferrari

stfu
what colour is it tho?

black
my brother got a red one

fucking sick
i want a lambo

colour?

silver or black

fucking sick

i know right
now back to let's meet

hell no
i like talking to you like this where we don't know each other
it feels like i can tell you anything without consequences
it's like i can tell you i want to commit suicide
it's literally amazing
i can speak to someone and you can't save me even if you wanted to