Lisa (2:04am): i eat ass
Lisa(2:04am): damn stupid autocorrect
Lisa (2:04am): helluur
Rosie (2:06am): Real slick
Lisa (2:06am): it's true tho
Rosie (2:07am): I'm sure it is
Lisa (2:07am): wanna fuck?
Rosie is typing...
Lisa (2:08am): tick tock princess
Rosie (2:08am): Don't call me that
Rosie (2:09am): I was just taken aback by your bluntness
Lisa (2:09am): wait until you see what this mouth can do
Rosie (2:10am): A child, a literal child
Rosie (2:10am): Why are you even awake anyway? Isn't it past your bedtime?
Rosie (2:10am): Do you just randomly text sexual propositions to complete strangers at ungodly hours?
Lisa (2:11am): a. that would make you a pedophile since you swiped right too
Lisa (2:11am): b. i'm horny
Lisa (2:11am): c. duh isn't that the whole point of tinder?
Rosie (2:13am): ... fair enough
Lisa (2:16am): ...okaaaay, so?
Lisa (2:16am): what's it gonna be princess? yay or nay?
(Rosie shared location)
Rosie (2:18am): tick tock dumbass
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Not My Type
FanfictionShe hated her. She absolutely whole-heartedly without any trace of a doubt hated her fucking guts. She was childish, immature, juvenile, had a ridiculous sense of style she'd often, and naively so, refer to as "swag", and they had little to nothing...
