strangers // styles

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Messages from Chris
Guuurlll!1!1!1 guess who's got a new bitchhhh!!! -Chris

Heyyyy!! Answer me u monsta -Chris

WAkE Up -Chris

The vibrations coming from my phone made me open my eyes to check who the hell was writing me at 2:40 fucking AM.

As usual, my fucking (but special) friend. This guy is going to kill me someday with his attacks.

"Say it" i spoke while I put the phone on speaker.

"I just met this gu..., wait let me go to the bathroom" Chris said with a lot of people talking behind him. "So as I was saying. Oh my God Noir! He's so hot! Jesus! I'm starting to think that he's not real, seriously he seems like David fucking Beckham!" A drunk Chris said.

Come on, not again.

"Chris, where are you?" I asked him starting to put my shoes and grabbing my keys.

"Weell, I'm not sure, I think it's the gay club close to the store who sells cakes, remember? You know the song 'buy heeeere! You should buy heeeere! Cakes ooh so delicious!' Hah-Oh my..." Chris paused and I could imagine that whatever the hell he was drinking, is now on the floor.

"I'm coming, wait for me outside" I said and closed the door.

By the morning Chris was already making pancakes and putting them on a plate.

"Morning sunshine" Chris said imitating my moms voice.
I showed him my beautiful middle finger and we started to laugh.

"You know..." I started to say as I was biting the pancake "...they're really good pancakes"

Chris turned at me and put the glasses in his nose "of course baby, it's me"

Fucking Chris, i love my man.