Filthy|cashton|

eight

I stare at my phone feeling the anxiety rush.

He wasn't in the closet, he just didn't like boys. Maybe me, but not me. If that even mad sense.

I sigh placing it on my table tapping lightly pulling my paints out, the ones I hadn't touched since fifth grade. I remembered that year, whenever it was mentioned those who knew me called it my 'age of exposition'.

My water paper pad sat deep into my folds of art pad, they were all so close to toppling over.

I didn't think as I chose my color and began to dab.

Chainsmoxeran hey it's me again, my names tyler by the way

Chainsmoxeran ashton hasn't come from his apt in weeks, im pretty sure he's in their listening to radiohead and smashing pumpkins feeling bad for himself

Califoreignipples why am i still involved in this

Chainsmoxeran he likes you, he doesn't 'like' people not even me

Califoreignipples i really can't do anything, i know nothing about him he's a stranger

Chainsmoxeran well you could come with me to his apt tm

Califoreignipples i doubt that i don't even know where he lives

Chainsmoxeran I know you live near

Califoreignipples uhm how?

Chainsmoxeran that's not what matters, his address is blah blah blah

Califoreignipples why do you give out all his information?

Chainsmoxeran cause i don't think you'll be mean now, come at 5:00 am he wakes up then

Califoreignipples who the fuck wakes up at that time

Chainsmoxeran ashy does

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