Ray's pov
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I was working on another woodwork project when suddenly I heard the worst sound interrupt my music.
The text tone. It was getting spammed. I sighed and put my project to the side, I grabbed my phone and opened it.
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*Hoes*
Fanta
Where is Norman
he's never gone this long
I miss my bby boy
Being Green
idk
Emma, why did you change your name to fanta?
Fanta
CAUSE I'M COOL
Catty Natty
We need Norman baaackkk
He's very important to this group's functioning
Donny boy
wdym?
Catty Natty
Who do we send to check on Ray when he's bitchy?
bANaNA
Norman
Catty Natty
Who plays the role of group therapist when we need one?
Donny boy
Norman
Catty Natty
Who helps Emma calm down when she's eaten too much sugar
Fanta
Norman
😭😭😭😭
WE'RE GONNA DIE WITHOUT NORMAN
Ray the Gay
Stop being so dramatic
Fanta
Dramatic??
Has Norman even tried talking to you?
Ray the Gay
Well... no
But you don't have to say you're gonna die without him
Catty Natty
OH NO
AAAAA
HE HASN'T EVEN TALKED TO RAY???
Fanta
WE'RE ACTUALLY GONNA DIE HOLY SHIT
GILDA I LOVE YOU, I'LL MISS YOU
Being Green
I love you too Emma, See you in the afterlife
Ray the Gay
Would it make you guys feel better if I call him or something?
Donny boy
Yes
Ray the Gay
Fine, give me a second.
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I called Norman so everyone would shut up already, and I noticed it took him longer than usual to answer.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Hi Norm. Everyone's worried about you." I replied, "Are you okay?"
He sighed, "I'm fine. Just not feeling the best."
"Physically, mentally, or emotionally?" I asked.
"I dunno." he responded, "All three?"
"I'll come over right now." I said.
"No, stay home. I know you're probably working on a project right now. I'll be fine."
I shook my head at his response, "No you won't. I'm heading over right now."
"Are you worried about me?" he asked.
"Of course," I sighed, "You're my boyfriend, why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't want you to be worried."
"Well, too late for that." I said, walking out of my shed, "I'm coming over."
I hung up before he could argue anymore and walked inside the house. I ran up to my room and started packing a bag of clothes.
I almost finished packing my clothes when my cat brushed up against my leg. I looked down and picked him up.
