*private chat*
DirtyCliffo: Are you serious right now?
CalmBrother: Am I serious with what?
DeadCliffo: Luke is clearly flirting, but that's not the worst thing!
DirtyCliffo: YOU'RE clearly flirting back!
DirtyCliffo: Right in front of me! Wtf?
CalmBrother: WHAT
CalmBrother: Michael, that's insane!
CalmBrother: I'm not flirting, and even if I am, it's all play.
CalmBrother: You know how I am
CalmBrother: You know I'd never do that
DirtyCliffo: Yeah, well, I obviously don't know you as well as I thought, so. . .
DirtyCliffo: Bye, Bella.
CalmBrother: What's that supposed to mean?
CalmBrother: Michael, was that you breaking up with me?
*ten minutes later*
CalmBrother: Are you serious right now?!
CalmBrother: You know, breaking up with me or not, I break up with YOU.
CalmBrother: I am dumping you.
CalmBrother: You know why?
CalmBrother: Cause I actually trusted you to trust me when it came to things like this.
CalmBrother: Looks like I was wrong to do that, but whatever.
CalmBrother: Fuck you, Clifford.
*next morning*
DirtyCliffo: Bels?
*error: message not sent*
DirtyCliffo: Bella?
*error: message not sent*
DirtyCliffo: Did you block me?
*error: message not sent*
DirtyCliffo: I'm sorry. . .
*error: message not sent*
*swaps to text*
Michael: Babe?
*message not sent: number blocked*
He frowns, the guilt rising even more than it already had in the past day.
"Fuck," He mumbles, a tear falling from his already watery eyes, he wipes it away quickly.
"I'm sorry," He sniffles, "I fucked up."
****
Hellooo, my people!
So, , , I know this chapter is like super short, but, uh, Bikey is dead.
Have a great day, hope you enjoyed the chapter! Thank you for reading!
Love you all!
Peace out, yo!
~Bels Xx
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