the boy in the chipotle uniform ↠ diza

[10] "i'm done with you, for good."

David Dobrik

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   Ever since that night, Liza and I have grown closer than ever. This past week, we've been non-stop texting about anything. Slowly and slowly, the more I texted her, the harder I fell for her. Man, I really liked Liza. She just gave me this weird fuzzy feeling inside, and I've neer really felt that with anyone else.

I was startled out of my thoughts as soon as I heard a familiar dinging noise come from my phone. I smile, immediately knowing it was Liza and picked up the phone ready to text her back.

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little brown girl;
dAvID

CoME ON

Im BoREd 1!!1!1

CHILL OUT DUDE IM HERE

little brown girl;
my goodness finally, it took
you about a million years to
text back cheezits

i actually have a lYFe unlike
you

little brown girl;
you're mean >:(

i actually do have a life

i'm breathing aren't i?

man oh man, little brown liza
you're a smart ass.

little brown girl;
uHM lAnGUaGE
ChIPoTLE 1!1!1!

LITtLE BrOWn GIrL
DoNt ACt LiKE yOu aiNt
EVeR hEaR a CUrSe WoRd

little brown girl;
can't believe you still
say that kinda stuff around
a little brown girl !! i'm
only 10 years old, you big boy >:(

HoLD ThE PhONe.
i'm not a big boy, but
i do have a big- ;)

little brown girl;
DAVID JULIAN DOBRIK
SHUT YOUR MOUTH DOWN
BEFORE I COME OVER AND
SHUT IT FOR YOU. YOU LITTLE
NASTY !!!!

SORRY LIL BROWN GIRL BUT
YOU WALKED RIGHT INTO THAT
ONE IT WAS SO HARD NOT TO
RESIST HAHAHA

little brown girl;
whatever chipotle. i'll
watch my words next time

heh you better

little brown girl;
agh i gotta go, i'm taking
gabs to the airport. i'll text
you later though. bye chipotle(:

awe ok, bye
lil brown girl :/

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I put my phone down satisfied with our texts. I could be myself without Liza judging me or thinking I'm a weirdo. That's what I liked most about the thought of Liza and I together, being weird and comfortable around each other.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see a petrified and annoyed Alex over my shoulder. I raised an eyebrow at his actions. "Is everything okay bud?" I said slightly chuckling because his face lowkey looked kinda funny.

   "No David, everything's not fucking okay." Alex spoke with intense anger in his voice, as he slammed down a newspaper he had on the table beside me.