𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊

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lads, lads, lads 🍻

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lads, lads, lads 🍻

ryan
think that drinking competition may
have ended rob

joshy
wouldn't surprise me, spencer
drinks like a bloody fish

bono's boy
now i didn't drink much, but i
don't recall a drinking comp?

ryan
you were too busy smoking
with your lady

bono's boy
not my lady 👍🏻

boobert
yet.

joshy
and he lives!!

ryan
and where did you disappear to
last night robert? hm?

boobert
no where.

bono's boy
a tenner says he's at Spencer's rn

boobert
shut it will you, loud mouth

bono's boy
haidens going to have a feild day with this 

boobert
haiden?

ryan
oh?

joshy
oh?

bono's boy
nvm

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Haiden awoke the next morning, 11:17 to be exact, to an ungodly amount of giggling from her kitchen. the crashing of pots, pans and the occasional shattering of glass. It wouldn't be the first time spencer's crashed into her and navaeh's shared apartment, and it's far too early for a burgalry.
She threw on the closest shirt she could find amidst the pile of washing she's still yet to fold, before hesitantly making her way to their shared kitchen space.

it's fair to say that haiden never expected to witness the scene in front of her, that being of her best friend and roommate kneeling on the floor, head between the legs of whatever random was perched on the end of their countertops

"navaeh?! i swear to god you better not be doing what i think you are" she squealed, covering her eyes and turning her back to them both. More pots and pans clashed, the shuffling of feet against their wooden floors and a spew of apologises from both girls mouths

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