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𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗀𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾,𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆
shit.shit.shit.fuck.
"AZZI SHIT FUCK COME HERE NOW"
i here azzi's scrambling footsteps from the other side of our apartment, almost falling due to her slipping with her socks on.
"WHAT PAIGE ARE YOU OK WHATS WRONG" shes panting from running to my room.
i shove my phone in her face pointing at the notification i had just received.
she grabs it and holds it at a reasonable distance to see what i was showing her.
a unimpressed look on her face at my "dramatics" as she liked to call them
"this is the shit you were freaking out on page be for real" i huff
"just look at the post please" i shove the phone back in her face
"what am i supposed to be looking at paige"
i roll my eyes and scroll to the specific picture that had made me jump from my bed.
it was alessia. my lia. in my hoodie. her favorite one of mine. the one i always loved on her.
"oh shit wait is that actually your hoodie"
azzi turns to see me aggressively nodding my head the smile on my face never fading since i saw that beautiful notification on my phone 30 minutes ago.
yes i had spent 30 minutes stalking her. i had year and a half to catch up on, sue me.
"yep it is, this is phase one of my plan"
azzi looks at me funny, ok so i might be a tiny bit delusional but why else would she still have my clothes and still wear them if she didnt still feel something for me, right?
"you're an idiot paige, remember what happened at target"
ah yes the target incident, where lia had basically run away from me.
"an idiot with a plan azzi"
i playfully punch her shoulder as she rolls her eyes jokingly at my confidence.
"respectfully paige, the most respect because less is your girl and whatnot but she is so damn fine dude"
i snatch the phone from her hand to see what shes talking about and my mouth goes dry.
