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vii

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6:26am

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mintersimon7: hey, what happened
bog?
are you with someone?
delivered yesterday, 7:02pm

mintersimon7: are you okay?
get back to me when you can x
delivered yesterday, 10:57pm

bogsock: simon i'm so sorry
if i worried you
something happened last night but
i'm okay now, i'm sorry
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mintersimon7: bog! hi,
you're okay??

bogsock: as much as i can
be right now yeah, i'm so sorry
for disappearing!

mintersimon7: nono, don't
apologise it's all good
what happened?

bogsock: my dad heard me
talking to you, and yeah,
he isn't exactly the most
supportive of the fact that i'm
gay..

mintersimon7: fuck.
i'm so sorry, is there anything
that i can do?

bogsock: don't worry about
it it's nothing new lmao

mintersimon7: it sounds kinda
serious, are you sure?

bogsock: awe is mr minter
worried about someone? sounds
like a first

mintersimon7: shut the fuck
up, and so what if i am?

bogsock: i dunno, you seem
like all you want is sex tbh x

mintersimon7: you're not wrong
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mintersimon7: so i'm guessing that
harry is your name then right?

bogsock: yeah.. surprise?

mintersimon7: that's such a cute
name

bogsock: thanks??

mintersimon7: i miss your voice
already, i would love to know
what it would sound like with
you moaning my name x

bogsock: well i was just
gonna say i was having fun
last night, but i guess i should
refrain

mintersimon7: i would be lying if
i said i haven't wanked to
the pictures you sent me ;)

bogsock: horny fuck.

mintersimon7: over you ofc
baby x

bogsock: so flattering 🙄
delivered 6:32am

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harry rolled his eyes and set his phone down on the side table next to vik's bed where he had been sleeping. vik offered to sleep on the sofa for the night so that the younger boy could rest up, but harry really hadn't been resting that much.

the young blonde could see light peering through the cracks of the curtains. he had heard vik's dad leave for work not long before he sat up and scrolled through his phone; meaning vik was most likely already awake.

harry decided to get up and grab a glass of water, hoping that vik would be there to greet him. the boy slid his phone into his pocket as it buzzed and he sat up, leaning over to grab the shirt he was wearing hours before. he pulled on his shirt and stood up, glancing at the room before him.

vik's room had light-blue walls and was decorated with posters of multiple sci-fi movies and awards he had won in school. harry liked the other's room, slightly more than his own. vik's was tidy and things were kept in boxes with labels and on shelving, all neatly arranged - while the younger boy's room had plain white walls with clothes and rubbish all over the floor.

harry admired vik for many things; his patience, his love for reading and learning and most importantly his loyalty as a friend. he had always been there for the blonde ever since the pair moved to the same secondary school. vik was the quiet nerdy kid in school, who never had a lot of friends. whereas harry was also very quiet, but he hung out with the groups of popular kids for the majority of year 7 and 8 - yet he stopped hanging out with those groups of people due to his social awkwardness.

the two had been best friends ever since the start of year 9 and had been through lots with one another. but vik was there when harry needed him more than ever. when he had come to terms with his sexuality.

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not much to harry's surprise, vik was already awake making toast when he got downstairs. he greeted his friend with a soft smile; receiving one back from the shorter boy.

"sleep alright hazza?" vik asked, spreading his chocolate spread onto his perfectly toasted bread.

harry nodded, "it was okay, face still fucking hurts though so that sucks," he complained, taking a bite out of a slice of vik's toast.

"harry you can make your own toast," vik said, giving the blonde a small slap to the shoulder. the younger laughed and sat at the island in the shorter's kitchen. he pulled out his buzzing phone before checking it and putting it down in front of him; "popular are we?"

"very funny," harry scoffed, "just a boy who sent me a picture of his penis as a 'hello' message,"

"seriously?" vik questioned, scrunching his nose in disgust, "and you didn't block him? damn bog those are some shitty standards," he laughed, jokingly.

the blonde boy rolled his eyes and chuckled, "he's sometimes nice i suppose, when he isn't horny."

"and that's when? never?"

"meh pretty much."

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