nothing goes to waste

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yall this boutta take a turn hooboy

When you woke up, it took a while to get you out of bed. Your mind was somewhere your body wasn't.

You booked the ticket to Australia, you needed to talk to Ian to see what day he was going.

You searched for your phone, seeing the usual missed notifications from the hours you slept.

George and Brian texted you again you saw, but you were gonna get to those later. You unlocked your phone, going to the phone app.

You saw Ian's name and tapped it, putting the phone on speaker and set it down beside you as you got up.

It rang a few times, then Ian's voice was heard.

"Yeah." He sounded sleepy.

"Hey." You said, stretching.

"Heyy." He replied.

You smiled, chuckling a bit as you stood up.

"So I heard you were going to Australia." You said nonchalantly.

He sighed as if he were rubbing his eyes. "Uhh huh. Max wanted to film shit again so I'm like okay, let's do it."

You nodded. "Well, what day are you gonna head over there?"

"Pshh, i dunno. Maybe in like, two weeks or something." He said, groaning loudly in the background.

"Cool. Maybe you'll be on my flight."

"Oh, you're gonna go too? Sweet, dude. Maybe we can film vlogs and videos and all that while we're there." Ian said, sounding more lively.

"Yeah, that sounds great! I'm really looking forward to hanging out with you guys again." You said, stretching one last time and grabbing your phone.

"Ah, Ian. I'll call you later, okay? I gotta shower and eat." You said, feeling a bit nervous for ending the call this quickly.

"Oh, okay. That's cool, yeah same here also." He laughed. "Okay well, bye (name), talk to you later."

Call ended.

You checked the messages from Brian first. He texted you, asking if you were free to hang out, then declining because he had plans already made by other people.

You raised your eyebrows in amusement, going to Instagram to see what George texted you.

It was a heart.

"That's fuckin gay" you blurted out.

Catching yourself, you rolled your eyes and texted him back, asking if he was free to hang out.

Sushitrash: yea sure

You agreed to meet up at Starbucks, planning to discuss what you wanted to do there.

You threw your phone on your bed, grabbing a towel and headed to take your morning shower.

-

As you slipped on your socks, you saw George texted you again, telling you that he was on his way to the cafe.

You: barely

Sushitrash: i highkey fuckin take so long to get ready u can basically call me a chick, (name)
Sushitrash: text me when ur ghetto ass is on the way

You rolled your eyes and put your phone down, putting on your other sock and putting your phone in your pocket.

You didn't put on too much makeup, just some mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss. (i dont wear much makeup i'd honestly wear this normally tbh)