breathe ; noah centineo

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"Good morning sluts" I text my friends Liam, Dev and Makayla.

Our friendships are something I deeply cherish and a part of me believes that they'll be with me forever. Despite Liam living in another city three hours away from me and Dev and Makayla living in another country, they're still some of the best friends I'll ever have.

I know I can count on each of them. All for different reasons though.

Liam is somebody I can count on for a variety of things. If I want to rant about the admiration I hold for Noah Centineo and Paul Wesley, amongst others, I can do that.

If I wanna speak on how sexually frustrated I am, I can also do that, and expect him to retort with something ten times dirtier. He truly is one of the most amazing people I know. We can relate to things on such a personal level, and despite his cold, rock hard exterior, I know that underneath he's a soft puddle of mush for the people that he cares for.

You can always expect the gay in him to leap out.
Exhibit A: he recently informed me that he wants Harvey Kinkle, a character portrayed by Ross Lynch in the Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina (CAOS), to get hexed by warlock dick, referring to Nicholas Scratch who is depicted by Gavin Leatherwood.

Then, we have Dev.
Dev is one of the most pure people in the world and is quite literally the definition of deserves better. No matter what, you can always rely on her to be there regardless of other issues occurring in her life.
Unfortunately, she recently lost her grandmother. However, she still manages to exude an admirable amount of love and light. She truly is the sunshine on a rainy day. Everybody deserves somebody like Dev. I'm glad I found mine.

Last but not least is Makayla.
Makayla is one of the greatest. She radiates love and despises hypocrisy, just as the rest of us. That's something we all have in common. Back on track, she is somebody I contact mostly when my pisces moon peaks through. I may be a Sagittarius bitch, but I'm a soft Pisces moon alongside it. Makayla always listens when I need her to and never fails to respond with kind and heartwarming words. She is one of the softest people I know.

"Good morning Chanel" they all respond to my Scream Queens reference.

I finally graduated from high school yesterday after ending my exams and I can't even begin to explain what a relief it is to know that I no longer have to attend 9AM classes. Well, for now at least. BUT, on the plus side, I don't have any educational lectures for a minimum of 3 months. Oddly enough, I don't know what I'll do with myself in that time. It just feels so unproductive. Perhaps I'll rejoin a sport. Maybe tennis? I used to play as a kid, but I decided to stop when I was nine years old after relocating to the other side of town and never really got back into it because I moved around a lot.

Regardless, I don't think that I could ever stop reading. No matter how many things I have on my plate, that's my escape. It transfers you into another realm, another reality, when you would rather be anywhere but your own.

Visiting the cities library was an often daily routine of mine. I'd be there at noon and stay until it would close. The library was extraordinary. So large and full of experience. There were often a vast range of university students working on their projects. I always wondered what that would be like. But I guess that I'll be enlightened soon enough. That is, if I've earned enough credits to get into my course next year.

Soon after waking up, I group face-timed by friends. Oh, how I appreciate apples latest update.
"Hey bitches", I greet the three of them in a husky tone due to my recent awakening.
In unison, they say hi back, but due to the delay it goes through at different times making it lag.

I question how they are and what their plans are for the day, genuinely curious as to how my friends are doing and what they'll get/have gotten up to due to the major timezone differences.

They all claim to be doing well.

Liam has work to pay for his overdue, four thousand dollar phone bill. Meanwhile, Dev is staying home to obsess over Why Don't We's Daniel Seavey, and Makayla is working on a group project that her classmates lazily participate in, even though they're doing under the bare minimum. Lazy bitches. Although, despite having assignments, Makayla never fails to either message me or snapchat me videos ranting about Lili Reinheart and/or Cole Sprouse.

My friends adore their stans, and I adore Noah. I guess you could say that he wholeheartedly has me.

The sterotypical view of the term "fangirl" is associated with screaming, raging, obsessive, weird stalkerish teenage girls (and boys). But it's so much more than that, and nothing of the sort.

Yes, I could say that to a certain extent we are obsessive, but it's out of love and support. The love we hold is pure and genuine. Not infatuation or lust for their celebrity or famous status, but for the little things. The traits, the experiences, their likes, dislikes, hobbies, morals and the relatability of things they choose to discuss.

I have this, dilemma, I guess you'd call it.

When, or IF Noah was ever in my city, what would I do? Would I be myself and openly admit that I'm a fan and love his work and ... him? Or do I lamely attempt to get to know him as a regular person that isn't quite in touch with his career? Anyway, I guess i'll worry about it when it gets to that point. For now, there is no way he will ever find himself here anyway. Or so I assumed.

AN// Whew 1000 words! I would honestly appreciate some feedback and any thoughts, ideas or suggestions any of you guys may have after reading this! I love constructive criticism and of course want to make this story as great for you all as possible.