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'three musketeers'

better bellingham [Sloane]
kc undercover [Winslow]
lil o'conner [Tate]

better bellingham
so i might just jump off a bridge

kc undercover
sloane im right next to you
tf you texting the gc for??

lil o'connor
what happened to hi? how how are you?
none of that?

kc undercover
we're way too comfortable with each other to talk that normal now T😑
now continue on pls

better bellingham
anyways....
i may or may not have just asked malia out...

kc undercover
...
screenshots or it didn't happen...

better bellingham
*4 screenshots sent*

lil o'connor
...
she been waitin her whole career for this one

kc undercover
fr she was too prepared😭

better bellingham
y'all wouldn't have believed me if i didn't 🙄

lil o'connor
yk i would've
bear ion know...

kc undercover
fuck you walker🖕🏽

lil o'connor
not even if you said please☺️
now can we address the way sloane just adorably yet painfully awkward with lia?

better bellingham
no we can't so sod off

lil o'connor
might as well rename the gc 'threesome' the way you and winslow be sayin fuck me

*kc undercover renamed chat 'threesome✨'*

lil o'connor
.....
i was kidding bear...

kc undercover
well womp womp

better bellingham
omds 🤦🏽‍♀️

kc undercover
she's angry T
what're we gonna do??🥺

better bellingham
die

lil o'connor
alr alr leave her alone bear

better bellingham
thank you tate☺️
now back to what i was ranting abt
WTF AM I GONNA DO??

kc undercover
take her to the movies
girls love that

better bellingham
only you love the movies wit a girl bc you can mack on her while the movie plays

kc undercover
and?? your point??

lil o'connor
first piece of advice
don't listen to wtf winslow tells you

kc undercover
😐

better bellingham
perfect advice ive heard all day, much love pretty boy🫶🏽

lil o'connor
ofc ofc

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"I don't know what to do, J" Sloane whined, plopping onto her bed as she voiced her concerns to her friend.

Jenna giggled over the phone. "Well, you need to stop overthinking everything first." She pointed out, Sloane groaned letting her face fall into her pillow. "You sound just like Winslow."

"Well you know if the both of us are telling you, it's true." She told the footballer who chewed her bottom lip.

Sloane had the tendency to overthink, small things or even big things like if she scored her goal or not because it was always the question of 'what if?' that would follow. 'What if the date doesn't go good and Malia didn't want to talk to her anymore?' 'What if it did and Malia only meant the date with her as a joke?' So many possibilities ran through her head.

"Stop it." Jenna said through the phone, her voice firm and strict almost like a mother's. "I know that look." Her eyes softened as Sloane's face twisted in confusion. "What look?" The footballer asked curiously. "The look you get when you start to over analyze."

"You feel like something is gonna go wrong before it can even start." Jenna finishes for her, Sloane nodding in agreement. "I like her J, a lot. She just so sweet and funny and easy to talk to." Sloane sighs playing with a loose curl. "But that fucking terrifies me." She admits

A silence overcame the two, both not saying anything as though they didn't know what to say or how to say it.

Jenna had known the footballer since she was 18 and Sloane was 15 just starting to make a name for herself in football. Sloane's carefree nature mixed blended perfectly with Jenna's. She may have been older but Jenna understood her better than most, almost better than Tate.

"Sloane, stop letting the past dictate what happens to your future." Jenna tells her, Sloane glancing over to the phone to meet Jenna's dark eyes. "I can't let you self sabotage each time someone comes into your life and tries to make it better." She admits making Sloane scoff and plop down on the edge of her bed.

"I'll believe it when i see it, Jen. You know what happened last time." She retorts, rubbing her eyes as she hears a scoff come from the phone. "Everyone won't be like last time and you know it." Jenna pointed out.

"Maybe." Sloane shrugs, walking over to her dresser and pulling out a hoodie and pulling it over her head. "Guess we'll see." She tells her, grabbing the phone and walking into the kitchen.

Little did Sloane know...

She wasn't the only one freaking out.

A/N:

shorter chapter this time😔 still dk how I feel abt it

finally took a nap tho

next chapter will be longer✨

-Love V