wrong number- dreamwastaken

seventeen

"lindaaa." i hear clay from outside whilst he's rapidly banging on the door. i laugh, but nonetheless stay seated. i hear various groans from outside, then i get a message ping.

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can u pls let me innn

no lol

whyyyy

bc u fuckin pushed me off my own bed, and also mentioned
george in my house, which is unacceptable

u tweeted on my acc

u gave me permission

can u just let me back in u fugly bitch

more reasons for me not to let u back in 😘

ur such a bitch

since when have i cared if im a bad bitch or not

one more chance to let me in or im going home

OH NO!! 😱😱😱 HOW WILL I EVER SURVIVE IF U GO HOME!
I PHYSICALLY AND EMOTIONALLY WONT BE ABLE TO HANDLE THIS!!

so let me in

no

alr bye then

bye bye, go get fucked <33

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i laugh whilst sending my message. curiosity grows over me, so i get up and open the front door, looking out to see if clay actually left.

but once i push open the door, i begin to get tickled. i look up and see clay with an idiotic smile on his face. i move backwards while giggling, trying to escape clay's tickling hands. he follows me in, closing the door behind him.

once he is far enough inside, he stops tickling, putting his hands on his hips and smiling with a triumphant look on his face.

"that was all apart of your plan huh?" i huff, flopping back onto the couch.

"obviously." clay scoffs. i roll my eyes at his sassiness. he curls up in a ball next to me on the couch, huddling into my side, under my arm.

"you big baby." i point out. he just stays still, not saying anything. i just playfully roll my eyes, and runs my fingers through his hair. to my surprise, it's not greasy, it actually feels very healthy and fluffy.

i pull my hand away, but clay grabs it and puts it back on his head, all while pouting. i laugh a little and continue to play with his hair.

after a while i look down on him, and he's fast asleep. i internally aw, pulling out my phone and snapping 2 quick photos, one with and without his face.