you texted me this morning.
corbyn💛💫
hey, how bout i
come pick you up
and we go out to
get some ice cream?
corbyn💛💫
then idk maybe
we can go roller
skating? sound fun?
i quickly went downstairs to ask my mom who was in the living room on the couch, sipping some coffee.
"hey, mom, can i go out to hang with someone from school?" i asked hopefully.
"yeah, of course! who is it?" she replied. i blushed, biting my lip.
"just a friend," i shrugged, trying to play it cool. what else was i supposed to say to my mom? she gasped.
"is it a cute boy?" she asked. i only blushed harder. my mom squealed. she got up, kissing me on the cheek. "have fun but be safe, baby."
i rushed back to my room, sitting on my bed and pulling my phone out to text you.
zach
my mom said
it's cool if u
come pick me
up
i sent you my address.
corbyn💛💫
cool, see you soon
corbyn💛💫
:)
i love smiley faces, but especially when they come from you.
i'm gonna go wait on my front porch for you. see you soon, corbyn.
~ zach :)
saturday
11.30.17
12:49 pm
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journalism | zorbyn ✓
Fanfictiona collection of entries in a journal of the things zach wishes he could say to his crush, but can't find the courage to do so. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── warnings: - strong language - sexual content - mature themes ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── started: august 18th, 2019 ended:...
