marilyn;
what's up? i found your note on the floor in my bedroom at 11:17 am. i don't mind the ice and bag, by the way.
thanks for drawing a huge-ass penis that covers my face, you jerk. by the way, your knee bled on my white carpet... thanks again, ya big ass. (sorry. in your defense or mine idrk, your ass is pretty big - and nice.)
shit, sorry about your contacts. i found your glasses on the toilet seat and half a tube of blood red lipstick. and if it makes you feel any better, i found your note after making a glass of iced coffee (a la contacts).
it was no problem; i don't doubt that last night was crazy as hell! all i can remember is you throwing your pants at me????
I found some videos on my phone, but someone (you maybe?) cut my damn charger and i don't have your number.
(dead phone + no # = no marilyn ♡ calum?)
-cal xx
p.s. come by when you get this
p.p.s. bring your charger
p.p.p.p.s. shit, i put too many p's. whatever, uh... did you leave your bra in my toaster????
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marilyn / c.h.
Fanfictionin which two strangers write letters to piece together the events of a wild night