AdenKershaw: what do you do?
N_O_A_H: what do you mean?
AdenKershaw: like career and school wise
N_O_A_H: I'm 79 years old in a nursing home
AdenKershaw: lies
N_O_A_H: how would you know?? :)
AdenKershaw: because of the photos you post on Instagram
N_O_A_H: those are photos I took in my youth
AdenKershaw: riiiight
AdenKershaw: with such good resolution, not to mention modern buildings in Manchester
N_O_A_H: you got me there creep
AdenKershaw: you still didn't answer my question
N_O_A_H: fine
N_O_A_H: i'm studying at The University of Manchester
N_O_A_H: getting an art degree
N_O_A_H: and I work part time at a little café called Moody's
AdenKershaw: uuuu university boy
N_O_A_H: what do you do? :)
AdenKershaw: nothing as interesting or as educational as you
AdenKershaw: i rely on my parents for everything unfortunately, just finished High School and i don't know what I want to do with my life
AdenKershaw: still discovering what I want to study
AdenKershaw: no job either, to my parent's dismay
AdenKershaw: all I know is that I want to get out of here asap
N_O_A_H: enjoy that you still get to live at the comforts of your home
N_O_A_H: my mom wishes I stayed with her, moved to Manchester because of uni and sort of lonely
AdenKershaw: my parents don't feel the same way
N_O_A_H: what do you mean?
AdenKershaw: it's nothing- here's a random question, favorite color?
N_O_A_H: green I think, you?
AdenKershaw: blue
N_O_A_H: going to Moody's now, let's dm later
N_O_A_H: bye :)
AdenKershaw: bye pumpkin
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Teen FictionAden, a boy in an abusive family, starts to text Noah, a boy who suffers from Social Anxiety, after seeing his photography skills on Instagram.
