𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

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clit club

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clit club

navaeh
so... me and ellie broke up

spence
WHAT

haiden
elaborate, nav

navaeh
she's been sleeping with a dude

haiden
what a cunt
i'm so sorry nav

spence
what's her address?

haiden
you're not putting a brick
through her window spence

spence
fuck u

navaeh
no no i'm fine!
it was feeling off for a while
anyway, enough about me...
how's tour with mr hewson ;)

haiden
i've got him on a sex ban 😭

spence
what did he do now

haiden
nothing bad!
he was just adamant i can't resist
and i'm stubborn
so he has to work for it

navaeh
go you girl x

haiden smiled to herself before shutting her phone off. it had been about two days since she'd told eli he'd have to beg for it...
the poor lad couldn't keep his hands off her, and it wasn't helping his case with how she performed. he thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, and all he wanted to do was show her how he felt.

her friendship with bobby had grown during her time on their tour. it had become a common occurrence that if haiden or bobby were missing, they were most likely together somewhere causing havoc.
their best idea yet was when eli fell asleep on the couch in their dressing room, and they decided to see how many things they could balance on his head before he woke up

she pressed a kiss to his cheek before taking the cup of black coffee he was clearly making for himself, eli never have the heart to tell her not too. he shook his head playfully, grabbing another cup for himself.

she sat down next to bobby, propping her knees close to her chest as she sighed. she couldn't believe tonight was the last night for her to be performing on the cuts and bruises tour. sure she was excited to get back home to bruno, and supporting spence with her own music but it was going to be unusual not being woken up in the middle of the night to four (almost) grown men dancing in her room

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