"New phone, who dis?"
"Wait, who dis"
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In which a boy texts the wrong number, and ends up in a tornado of feelings .
corbyn besson didn't know any better, 'till he decided to keep on texting the 'mystey girl' that had a name that involved carrots...
corbyn came into my room, interrupting my sleep. i slowly opened my eyes, because a girl is not trying to become blind. i groaned as soon as i came in contact with the sun. "you up?" corbyn asked.
"nope" plopping on my bed again.
"kariiiiiiii" he whined.
"whatcu want boii?"
"for you to get up" this time he grabbed a pillow. next thing i know was my face was face-to-face with the pillow. "game on!" i grabbed a pillow and swung it right at his face. "OW!" he screamed.
"oops." i said innocently. "get dressed were going to the mall."
"just us" i asked.
"no, my friend is coming from high school."
"who?" i said, now curious. "this girl named chloe"
"gotcha" with that i got up, and headed to the shower. "oooo, can i join ?" corbyn asked annoyingly.
"hahaha, no" i turned on my heel and closed the door. i warmed up the shower. i stripped from my clothes. and walked in the shower, and just stayed there. after i got bored of the shower. i walked out the shower, wrapping myself in a white, fluffy towel. i walked out the bathroom, and tried finding clothes. but like any girl, I HAD NOTHING TO WEAR. i gave up, and grabbed a marais jersey, with some ripped jeans. while walking to the bathroom, i slipped on my black vans.
i walked into the bathroom, and just did two dutch braids. once i was ready, i went to go tell corbyn. i walked down the stairs and saw corbyn. " i don't like your shirt" he told me. "oh well." i sarcastically said. "ready?" he asked.
"vamonos" i chuckled.
"alrighty meet me in the car." my stomach rumbled. so i ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cereal bar and walked to his car.
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corbyn and i were now at the food court, waiting for this 'chloe' girl. did you know, that waiting makes you really hungry. while were at the food court i headed to mcdonald's, and ordered a happy meal. don't judge me. i walked back to the table we were at, i saw this beautiful girl with brown curly hair, and some bright hazel eyes, walking to corbyn. . {SCROLL ALL THE WAY DOWN FOR THE PICTURE}. i figured she was chloe. so i hesintanly walked up to them. both of them turned thier head to me, and i introduced myself, while corbyn introduced chloe to me.
"karington?" she asked sweetly. "yup" i replied, poping the 'p'. "can you please take a picture of us?" she handed me her phone. i didn't even answer, but whatever. they grouped together. i took about 3 pictures of them, after taking even more. Chloe came to grab her phone, and with that she bumped her shoulder into mine. "EXCUSE ME!!" I yelled enough for her to hear. "listen to me here, stay away from Corbyn, don't go near him. or we'll have problems! she threatened.
"ha ha your funny!" i scoffed and with that I left the mall. ignoring the calls from Corbyn.
who does that chick think she is ?
•••• I STILL HAVE WRITERS BLOCK BUT THIS A GOOD START !!
PICTURE OF CHLOE !!
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