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I forgot where I left off and I'm too lazy to re read my own story.

; stu's pov
ive been cooped up in this dammed room for 6 days straight because of this bastard bass player that locked me in here because i wouldn't write him a soddin' song.
lately ive been wondering whats been up with y/n. until i heard a loud banging on my door, when the old, rusty door gave out and unlocked, she stepped in the room looking fucking worried.

; y / n p o v 

i had seen him again, after 6 days of not seeing that adorable "busted and blue" bluenette.

i instantly wrapped my small arms around him and squeezing the smol boy in mom jeans. (lmao)

okay idk anymore i put this story on hiatus because i kinda got cought up in other things with my fRiendS ( addiesaurr and MaleMC ) COUgh!11!1!1

anyway imma fly out and never come back until the next chapter

👌🏻

EW EMOJI

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