| | 8:32 p.m. | |
Jake:
Hey gurl, haaaay~
Jake:
Whatchu doin?
Me:
(Image sent)
Jake:
Is that...my hoodie? Are you wearing my hoodie??
Me:
Maybe...but that's not the subject of the picture. I'm doing homework.
Jake:
No. The hoodie is the subject of this picture. No matter what you say. The hoodie is the subject.
Jake:
My god...
Jake:
Your gonna be the death of me!! You look so friggin good in that!!!! Whyyyyyyyyy????!!!!
Me:
*you're
Me:
Yeah...you're never getting this hoodie back. I like it...a lot.
Me:
(Image sent)
I feel like a turtle!! Hahaha!!
Jake:
Could you stop being so cute??!! That should be illegal!!
Me:
You're a pretty honest guy...aren't ya?
Jake:
I do try to be.
Me:
I like it.
Jake:
I know. I like me, too.
Me:
The person you are trying to reach is currently busy face-palming.
Jake:
Hahaha!! Hey, this is what you signed up for. Gotta learn to live with it, princess!
Me:
I'm starting to regret it.
Jake:
Too late! I have a no return policy.
Me:
Well, shit. Guess I really am stuck with you.
Jake:
Yep! The sooner you accept it, the easier your life would be :)
Me:
You're a dork.
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