( ᥫ᭡ ) i go back to december all the time.
IN WHICH a heartbroken singer writes a song about the girl whom's heart she broke.
⸻ gracie abrams x fem!oc
exes to lovers
lowercase intended .ᐟ
published: 10/27/24
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LAST CHRISTMAS ❛❛ last christmas, i gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away . . ❜❜ ⸻ wham!
12/24/20
"They should call you sugar. you're so sweet. well, they should call you sugar, 'cause you're so sweet to me. well, they should call you sugar, sugar, oh, you're so sweet, 'cause, baby, you're the sweetest, swe-"
"shut it, lena," gracie snaps, hitting the back of elena's head roughly.
"ow!" she exclaims, holding onto the back of her head. "what was that for?!"
"you know i hate tyler, the creator. his music sucks."
elena rolls her eyes. "taylor swift fans just don't get it. why would they? they're completely brainwashed by society. it's all 'oh, taylor swift did this, taylor swift did that.' it's okay, freckles. you're just a victim."
"yeah,yeah, whatever. your taste sucks. every taylor song is a-freaking-mazing, and you're just totally missing out," she says, looking her up and down with a scoff.
"hmm, i don't think so. tyler, frank ocean,and lana del rey are more my thing, and i stand by that. taylor's cool, but a bit overhyped, in my opinion. there's much better artists who don't get as much credit," elena confidently makes her claim.
"those three artists make completely different kinds of music. you're so weird," gracie laughs before popping a peppermint-flavored hersheys kiss into her mouth.
"not really, but as i like to say, people who get it, get it. you're not one of those people." elena fakes sympathy and pats her on the back.
"thankfully," she adds, giving elena a kiss on the cheek.
elena ignores her girlfriend's statement, choosing to irritate her rather than feed into her delusions. "so, i can't wait to see my freckles sit in santa's lap," she teases in a baby voice, pinching gracie's cheeks with her fingers.
