𝒲𝐵𝐻 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉: 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓀 three
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Kate's recently released her debut album; DEAR X, which has blown up and is continuing to grow her fandom.
She decides to go on a summer vacation with her best friends, and it just so happens that they choose...
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twenty-three . I am not [ narrative ] JUNE 12TH, 2024 Crazy kate's pov
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I WAS, of course, at the noon residence once more, watching as Connor plays with Brady whilst brady streams from his room.
"Go, Brady!" He shouts. "No, not fucking— Brady! You're selling!"
I giggle to myself at the excessive shouting, softly humming the lyrics I'm writing down to myself so I don't disrupt the stream.
I'm attempting to song write whilst I have my boyfriend 3 feet away screaming at the top of his lungs, so it's definitely an interesting experience.
"Connor you already fucking died! I don't wanna hear it!" Brady shouts, and I can hear him through the walls and through Connor's computer. "Fuckin ignoring your girlfriend and acting like I'm the one selling is crazy!"
"I'm not ignoring her! She's writing right now." Connor snaps, then spins around to face me. "You don't think I'm ignoring you, right?"
I shake my head at him. "No, not at all. We're just doing separate things right now."
Connor nods, spinning his chair back around to how it was before and he's back facing his computer.
"Told you, asshole! Just— ready up, man. We gotta win this one." Connor replies, and I assume they start another round, because the only sounds in the room are the clicking of the keys that Connor is pushing, and the frequent sound of my pencil writing or erasing lyrics from my notebook.
I was struggling to find the right words I wanted to write, because I was currently writing a song about my greatest friendships and how grateful I am for them without using names, but I couldn't find a good word to describe Malachi and I's friendship.
I'd already done Summer and Lauren's verses, and I just had Malachi's and the closing ones left, plus a bridge which I was gonna just dedicate to all three of them.
"C, are you still alive?" I ask, and he nods without giving me a verbal answer.
"Alright, just let me know whenever you die, I want an opinion on this lyric." I mumble.
" m'kay." He mutters, continuing to play as Brady practically shouts in his ear.
I struggle on the lyric for about 10 more minutes before Connor dies and turns his attention to me.
