number twenty seven // edited

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hayley came over, i love her so much.

she's holding ice bags against my bruises while i'm dabbing the small burnt areas around my ribs.

i've known hayley forever so i'm comfortable being shirtless around her at this point.

"so.. how was the 'movie'..? with zac?" hayley asked me.

"we skipped it and went to a bishop allen concert, it was the shit.. until you know.. we got drunk and now my chest is butchered. " i answered back.

"did he kiss you?" she asked, moving the ice bag to a different spot.

"no he didn't.. why would he do that?" i asked back.

she groaned "he told me he would!"

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