Today 21:43
camden : hello beautiful ;)
her : hi
camden : r u still mad at me???
her : no
camden : then why are your answers so short?? like u dont want to talk to me??
her : sorry. didn't mean to come off as rude.
camden : s'alright.so we're ok now?
her : i was never mad at you cam. we're okay. we were always okay.
camden : so im guessing you and dipshit have broken up nowhuh
her : yes but we haven't talked yet.
camden : ill talk to himm for you.
her : you'll just end up beating him up
camden : truw yrue
camden : **true true
her : you really are typo prone aren't you
camden : yea
camden : can i call u
her : i guess. i mean you do have your phone with you.
Incoming call from Camden
"Hi," she said, breathing in.
He didn't answer.
"Cam?"
"Uh, hi. Sorry."
"You okay?"
"Yup." She could feel him smiling through the phone.
"So why'd you call?"
"Nothing really.
Just wanted to hear your
beautiful voice."
"Right..." She was glad he couldn't
see how profusely she was blushing.
"Faye?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I'm falling for you, right?"
She was silent.
"Faye?"
No answer.
"Good night, love."
Call ended.
∞
haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door? [ilysm if you get the reference]
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