its like we had come to a mutual understanding. we wouldn't talk to each other, well i wouldn't talk. chris was always spamming me with the same old bullshit.
chris: good morning
and then he'd send it on kik
troot: good morning
and then the cycle wouldn't stop. he'd send me pictures of his food and he'd talk about how his day went and in a strange way i enjoyed it, i loved watching his life be so happy without me yet he wanted to share it with me every step of the way, i love that so much about him. he's so innocent. one day i will reply, just not now.
chris: good night x
a kiss? that's new. and that's when it hit me, i have no one here. no friends. no significant other. i've left everything and everyone behind. so then i proceeded to get extremely drunk. what could possibly go wrong.
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[reviewing] texts to my stunt lad
Fanfiction[IM REVIEWING THE WHOLE STORY TO FILL UP ANY PLOT HOLES THAT THERE MAY BE] the hatters obviously use kik messenger to communicate with each other because it's not like all of them have iphones and could just make an imessage group chat. shit starts...