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A/N
Hi guys, so a few of you requested jude and also erling so this story is gonna be a few parts since it's both of them. This is obviously part 1.
And it's also not a shipfic btww😭.
Anyway, I am aware that Erling obviously grew up in Norway and his home language is most likely Norwegian but for the sake of my story everyone is obviously gonna be English since I don't speak norwegian and most of you probably don't speak it either😭😭
Oh and one last thing I don't really like using (y/n) so the main character (?) idk what u call it lmao😭her name is kayleigh but if you wanna imagine urself as her then go ahead💋‼️💯🔥🗣️
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Part 1
This whole apartment is a fucking mess. Every time Ciara comes here she leaves her dishes and crumbs scattered all over the place.
I love her but the way she doesn't care and just expects me to clean up after her pisses me off.
I bend down, level with the cupboard under the kitchen sink, and dig around to find my dust pan and brush.
I hear my phone vibrate from across the kitchen.
It's probably Ciara telling me she forgot something here, like always.
I don't even bother getting my phone to check her message. I go to the spots where she spilt crumbs and get on my knees to clean it all up.
After about 5 minutes of crawling around the house, looking like a fucking gremlin, I finally check my phone to read her message.
+47 56 94 06 44: Hey, Kayleigh.👋
That's not Ciara. A little freaked out, I ignore the message and put my phone down.
I resume cleaning up the mess and begin collecting all the dishes around the place.
I hear another notification and immediately go to check it.
Cia♡: Girl I literally left my lighter at your place🤦🏻♀️Can you bring it for me @ Jen's party on friday pleassseee❤️❤️❤️
I knew it. When does she ever not leave something of hers at my house.
I start typing back but lose my focus when that same number texts me again.
