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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗜𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗘𝗡 . . . 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾.
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( real life ! )
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sinai has recently been having thoughts about chris that she just can't seem to get out of her head. she feels like she'll never actually be able to get over him, and those said thoughts have gotten worse because he just had to tell her that he wants her. so to kind of take the weight off of her shoulders, she's been in her living room talking to bralo, claudia, and elaina about it.

"nai, why do i have a feeling you're about to talk about chris?"

sinai pinches the bridge of her nose and groans. "i hate how you can read me like a book. how'd you know that's what i was gonna talk about?" she smiles.

claudia shrugs. "i don't know-recently, there's just been this little twinkle in your eyes everytime you bring him up," she states.

elaina nods her head, agreeing with claudia. "dude i thought that i was the only one who caught that, i just didn't wanna say anything," she adds.

sinai looks back and forth between the two girls before looking at bralo. "have you been seeing the same thing or are they tweaking?" she questions.

"nah, ion know what they're talking about."

claudia and elaina share a glance and immediately start snickering while sinai deadpans bralo.

"well, damn!" bralo raises his hands in defense. "i'm not too fond on how this 'girl talk' thing works and i've been rolling recently, so i think i was tweaking 'cause i was high-so...yeah."

sinai furrows her eyebrows. "why didn't you just say smoking..?" she asks, completely disregarding his justification.

"because," he glances at claudia. "there's a child in the room," he slightly brings his voice down to a whisper.

claudia blinks. "you're a dickhead, like seriously."

sinai rolls her eyes. "whatever," she dismisses. "he's useless anyways," she shrugs.

bralo looks at her and flips her off. "shut up, sinai. like you never let me breathe-it's crazy," he rants.

"bralo," claudia starts, becoming irritated with his theatrics. "shut up so we can actually get into this conversation," she tells him.

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