marilyn / c.h.

her; okay.

calum; 

i'm about to give up on correcting you, because it pisses me off that despite my constant reminders you continue to call me by a different name than my own. this is the last time i will tell you: my name is mary motherfucking lynn. 

 i found my charger, by the way. however, i doubt that you've gone to the store and bought yourself another one, so i'll still be bringing mine. knowing you, you've probably been in your garage since the party. was it even a party? i remember you, luke, michael, and ashton, but that's about it. maybe jade was there, too. the details aren't very clear. (and you did call me marilyn, but you were piss drunk so i forgave you.)

sure, you have freedom, but you also have to follow all of the laws!!! if you dad is a cop. why the hell were you drinking underage, hm?

excuse me mister sassy! 11:07 and 11:17 are only ten minutes apart. damn. no need to get all defensive! 

your place, saturday, 11:07. got it.

xoxo

marilyn

p.s. take me to tfios and i will surely love you forever. 

p.p.s. apology accepted. see you in two days, loser.