text messages

one

zach: hey

beth: hey

zach: the vietnam trip was fun

beth: yeah. it was fun hanging out with you :)

zach: same :)

zach: i mean

zach: hanging out with you

zach: not with myself

zach: i don't hang out with myself

zach: i hang out with my friends and my cat

zach: wait no

zach: i'm not a loser i swear

beth : hey zach?

zach: um yeah?

beth: do you want to have lunch tomorrow?

zach: i eat lunch every day

beth: as in, with me.

zach: oh. okay. yes.

beth : alright :) see you soon :)

zach: you too :)

zach: oh and guess what, beth? i think you're beautiful.

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|yes x |      |no|

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a / n: aight guys i'm doing another (hopefully) touchy-feely story in a different style because, you know, text messages. so yeah, this goes out to my best guy friend ever, zeeq the old hoe.

and here's a tiny message for you, yeah. i hope you get better every single day and you should stay strong and remember that no matter what, isaac, nusrah, dyana, fadli and i will always be here. we might not be much, but put together and we can be the bestest and funnest people ever. (my grammar is horrible, i know.) this story was written because of, and inspired by, you, so appreciate it u lil shit.

and yeah, ily and stay cute idk.