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filthy frank ; "fuck off faggot." you giggled as you punched ian's arm, him laughing along with you as you played a game of chess. neither of you liked chess or played it seriously, but somehow you ended up in a game. ian was very shy around you, often kept his head down and always had a pink blush plastered on his cheeks. but, you were with joji so that would never work out. joji was out with max, at the grocery store to get some supplies for the next video. you were only trying to kill time with ian. he insisted that he stayed home with you while the other two went out shopping. obviously, you had your suspicions why. the jokes and laughing stopped as joji burst through the front door, practically throwing the shopping bags to the wall. "aha! fucking got ya bitch-" joji stopped, realising that nothing weird was going on - just a simple game of chess. ian was shook.
maxmoefoe ; they don't call him filthy frank for nothing. you and max had been invited to a massive house party, hosted by the one - the only - joji miller. max practically begged you to stay home with him and watch halloween films, but you wanted to get out for once. so max joined you. you stumbled up the stairs, cup in your hand and a cigarette in the other. you finally reached the top of the stairs with a sigh. however, someone pushed you against the wall. being an absolute pisshead drunk, you giggled and took a drag of your cigarette. joji stared you dead in the eyes and smirked, "hey gorgeous." he looked down, eyes locked onto your body. you laughed, "you look like a pedophile chief and it's not the one." suddenly, max pushed joji away from you, "THA FACK DO U THINK UR DOIN' MAYTE?" he shouted. "aw man i'm drunk i had too much pussy juice." joji stumbled out nervously with a small laugh. max takes your hand and walks downstairs with you.
ian ; max had a hopeless crush on you. we're talking heart breaking gay crush. as in he cried at night knowing you were sucking off ian. home alone, you were curling your hair in the mirror, lip syncing to music. you had an incoming facetime from max. you set up your phone on your dresser so he could see you. you smiled as you answered, and mocked his voice, "WASSUP FUCKA?" he laughed down the phone, "THE FECKIN SKY MATE." you both went silent but burst out laughing after a few seconds. he coughed, "y/n, i actually 'av somethin' to tell ya." you stayed silent for him to continue, "you're with ian an that makes it more complicated, but i really like ya, y/n." you dropped your hair curlers and stared at yourself in the mirror. sis had never been more shook. you were about to do it. you were about to break some poor australians heart. "max, i don't feel the same. i'm so sorry. i'm with ian." you frowned. he ended the call. you had to tell him the truth, you ain't no pussy ass thot.
