─────── you got me down on my knees
it's getting harder to breathe out . . .
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𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 . . .
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 has always been
a player at heart, but this finally
changes when he falls for
𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞...
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🎱. . .CHAPTER 65 ! ----- ( real life . . . instagram ) ❛ everything ❜
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"These are actually kinda good," chris compliments before taking another bite of the waffles drenched in syrup as well as a range of fresh fruits in front of him.
mikayla rolls her eyes at his weak excuse of a compliment, seeing as how she made them herself. see, the day's finally come, graduation, and mikayla thought it would be way more 'romantic' for her to make him breakfast herself. miks wouldn't call herself a chef, but with the varied breakfast meals she made for him, she definitely feels like one.
the beaming rays of sunshine peek through the blinds as they sit in the dining room in her home, everyone choosing to let them have some alone time. maria and matt are at a fancy café together while they rest of the friend group are at the mall.
miks chews on the perfect french toast she made, enjoying the buttery flavor as well as the cinnamon sugar adding a nice touch. "better than you could ever do," she retaliates with narrowed eyes.
"definitely," chris replies through a chuckle, not even bothering to deny mikayla's comeback. "i didn't know you could be such a girlfriend," he looks up at the balloons as well as the 'HAPPY GRADUATION' sign in pink, glittery writing, pointing at the decor with his fork.
mikayla's face crinkles with confusion at his words and tone of voice. "what does that even mean, you asshole?" she narrows her eyes at him before taking a sip of her orange juice.
"it's a compliment miks," he reassures her with a smug smile, then picking up the fruits with his fork. "i appreciate this, a lot," chris adds on and mikayla grins at his words. he mentally applauds her at the effort she put into making this breakfast the best it can possibly be.
"you better fucking eat all of it," mikayla quickly glances at his plate that's yet to be finished, her tone harsh. "i woke up at five in the morning to make this shit, so if you don't eat it all...you should feel horrible chris," she forces a wide grin.
chris' eyes widen at her switch in attitude, slowly nodding his head as if he isn't practically terrified right now. "okay," he huffs before taking another bite of his waffles.
"okay!" miks repeats with a high pitch in her voice. she glances at the clock hanging on the nearby wall and she realizes that they only have a couple minutes before they have to leave for the ceremony. mikayla's dreading saying goodbye so she frowns, going noticed by chris.
