𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊
*͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛*
the first thing he sees when he wakes up are the missed texts from punz that line his lock screen.
Punz
meeting at yours i assumw?
Punz
foosh are u up??
Punz
ill just meet u outside :)
Punz
are u coming???
Punz
foolishggghhhhh
Punz
okay i'm here
Punz
outside!
Punz
im giving you 5 mins before i go without u
Punz
its ao cold
Punz
my fingers are frozen
Punz
okay i have to go
Punz
mabye see u at work man
Punz
i hopw everything is okay foosh x
his gaze darts up to the time, jaw dropping when he sees he has eight minutes until he should be at work.
he throws himself out of bed, now very much awake, and rushes to his wardrobe. staying in the shirt he'd slept in, he quickly changes his sweatpants to jeans.
he runs to the bathroom, not bothering to piss since he can do that at work, and quickly splashes water over his face and swills his mouth with some mouthwash. he'll have to brush them properly when he gets home.
pelting through his room, he quickly grabs his phone, house key, some gum, and the thicker of his two usual coats.
despite the rules, he runs down the stairs.
"foolish!"
the brunette grabs his shoes, wrestling them onto his feet as he leans into the kitchen to see his mom sitting at the counter. "yeah?"
"don't run down the stairs, it's incredibly dangerous."
"sorry mom," he rushes, breaking eye contact to do his laces. "it won't happen again."
"can i talk to you about something?" she asks kindly.
foolish shakes his head solemnly. "i'm going to be late for work," he says, checking his phone- correction: he's already late.
"oh, okay hun," his mom hums. "it's just that your dad won't have time off till christmas," she explains anyway, "we were just wondering if you could invite your boyfriend round for sunday night?" the ginger asks hopefully. "no pressure, but we'd love to see him."
"yeah, sure, that's fine," foolish rushes, nodding before he can think, "but i really need to go," he says, pulling open the front door.
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hot chocolate and thrift shopping
Fanfiction"𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗. 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖔 𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚? 𝖎 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖆 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉." "𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!" or, in which dream works in a thrift store, t...
