𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 ᶜʰʳⁱˢ ˢᵗᵘʳⁿⁱᵒˡᵒ

𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

chapter 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 !

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"we're moving in 3 fucking days and i lost my shoe! i wear these sneakers everyday! how did i loose my shoe?" taylor frantically searched through her house, looking for the missing converse. sure, she had other shoes, but these were her favorite. they were old white converse with stickers, beads, marker, chalk, and every bright and colorful thing you could imagine someone bored in 2020 could do to their converse. "i need these shoes or else im going to kill myself!" she overdramticly exclaimed, running down her basement stairs as jasper followed after her.

"are you sure they're not in my car? or bridget's car? or your moms car? or your dads car? or your closet? or any of the bathrooms? have you checked the backyard yet?" he asked, equally as panicked. and not because he cared about taylor's shoes, but because he was scared of taylor, and he was especially scared of taylor when she was mad.

"yes, yes, yes, no, yes, no, no." said said in one breath, running into the basement and looking everywhere for the shoe. "wait, why would it be in a bathroom?" she stood up fully, looking over at jasper confused. her head was tilted to the side in genuine confusion as the older boy only shrugged, reminding her she's lost stuff in weirder places. taylor quickly went back to searching for the lost shoe for a few minutes, running back upstairs once she realized it wasnt in the basement.

the blonde looked around the backyard before running inside to check the bathrooms and the all the closets in the house again. she sighed, having searched the entire house already. she sat on the couch defeated, laying her head back while her eyes closed. she knew she would find them eventually, but she was extremely inpatient.

jasper sat next to her, pulling his phone out of his pocket. he checked his texts, laying his head on taylor's shoulder. "what the fuck." he mumbled under his breath as he opened instagram, taylor not bothering to look over.