" salt air and the rust on your door „
when two friends decide to fake date for publicity and revenge but vow not to catch feelings..
it's messy & emotional & yes... it's also a lot like the song august by taylor.
❝ can't get you off my mind ❞ late night talking — harry...
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timothée:) i'm seeing you today
timothée:) also, flo keeps asking if we're friends again. what do i tell her?
my stas tell ur friends if u want.
my stas i'm def telling jo
my stas also, can you bring me cherries?
timothée:) as long as i can share them w/ you
my stas so get loads
timothée:) no, i don't need to eat any of them
my stas ??? how
timothée:) i just wanna taste them
my stas ur not licking my cherries that's a waste
timothée:) i'm gonna kiss u after u eat them ofc
my stas oh my gosh u are SUCH a charmer & i hate u
timothée:) u looooove me
my stas :( unfortunately
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Timothée knocked on Stassie's door. They were always seeing each other since they started real-dating. Cuddling, kissing, cooking together, watching movies together, talking about books.
It was such a perfect routine for them. Nothing could break it.
Stassie opened the door for him. Maybe the 100th time in the month where they were dating.
"I hate to ask. But any unusual cars?" she asked, biting her lip nervously. She didn't want fans to find out about them through paparazzi. She wanted them to tell the public.
"Nope. Stop worrying," he said, kissing her lips softly. "How about we get into a live now and tell them?"
"Really?"
"Really. From the start."
Stassie kicked the door shut, throwing her arms around him and kissing his cheek. They both sat down, switching on an Instagram livestream.
