𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒕𝒆'𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉丨𝔅𝔊3𝔛𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

sleepover jitters with the blade of fart-tiers

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥- 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞- 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

"ᵤₕₕ" he tried to form a witty quip but he was stuck in wonderment over your ugly illegible handwriting.

Your head lifted from the desk and you shoved your itinerary under your folded arms. Oh shit did he see it?

"𝙄𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩- 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚?" his brows were furrowed in concern.

"𝙣𝙤! 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢." that was kinda true. you could have pretty legible handwriting if you weren't tired as shit and dreading the future. Then you started to scribble illegibly. Sometimes even you couldn't read it. Perhaps it was a good thing he couldn't even figure out the first two words of you list. Which were "🅣🅞 🅓🅞:"

"𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜."

"𝘿𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜?" you asked hiding your paper beneath your arms. 

"𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍," he twiddled his fingers and craned his neck over his shoulder "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜?"

"𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙝. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙚. 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙔𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙧."

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙚? 𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚?"

"𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧...𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙜𝙖𝙧."

"O𝙝? 𝘿𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡." He leaned in, cupping an ear as if to listen to your secrets.

"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚?"

"𝙈𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙄 𝙖𝙢? 𝘼 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩? 𝘼 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡?" his hands attached to his hips in feigned shock.

"𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮. 𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 '𝙬𝙚'𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚. 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚."

"𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 '𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡' 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙?" He used quotes

"𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙂𝙖𝙡𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨𝙨. 𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤." you smiled a bit fondly on the recent memory