His Ray Bans ✔️

12 || are we friends?

she-who-must-not-be-named | seven

incoming call from idiot

'hello, is this seven?'

'please don't tell me you've killed that angel.'

'i wish.'

'she's sweet, unlike you.'

'look, i get you don't like me. no need to make it that obvious.'

'what-'

'i'll return your raybans, and then we're done. okay?'

'you are an idiot.'

'what?'

'if i really wanted you out of my life, i'd trace you and out. but i'm keeping you around, am i not?'

'yeah, but that doesn't mean-'

'hey duffer?'

'yeah?'

'text me tonight, okay?'

'woah, hold your horses. i know i'm irresistible, but seriously? don't you think it's too soon?'

'aaaand she's back.'

'yeah.'

'. . .'

'. . .'

'but if i'm being honest, i'm surprised you and diana share the same blood.'

'well, we don't.'

'aren't you sisters?'

'i'm adopted.'

'oh.'

'dude, chill. i didn't say i have cancer.'

'maybe that would be good. ah, to dream. . .'

'can i ask you something?'

'yeah?'

'are we friends?'

'. . .maybe.'

'seve-'

*beep* call ended

'of course he cut the call. stupid boys.'

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hey, you lovely cacti! how are you doing today?

is this going too fast? or is it just perfect?

i'd love to hear from my cacti

<3, rai