𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒; 𝘑𝘠𝘈𝘛𝘛

ch. 26

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THIS BOOK. YOU GUYS ARE GONNA BE SO MAD WHEN IT HAPPENS AHAHAHS DJSJDMD RIP (warning: i think it's happening this chapter)

"ow, fuck!" wyatt screeched, slapping jack's hand. jack rolled his eyes. "seriously? i pulled a hair out, big deal."

wyatt scoffed. "you're so lucky i'm allowing you to do this."

"you didn't have a choice." jack said, as a matter-of-fact. he continued to braid wyatt's tangled, curly hair. he tugged a few times, making wyatt wince. "be more gentle, jack."

jack did as he was told. [i wonder who's the more dominant one ;)]. "so, have you and jaeden been talking?"

wyatt sighed. "before they left, sophia said he won't be able to return my calls or texts because he'll have no reception."

"have you tried, just in case?"

"do you really expect that i didn't?" wyatt chuckled. jack shrugged. "you know what?"

"what?"

"we should go rollerskating, or iceskating. it'd be fun." jack suggested, grabbing a bow hair clip, not informing wyatt about it.

"i'm not the best at those activities."

"great! i can watch you fall on your ass." jack smiled. "but you can still learn."

"gee, thanks. are you any good?"

"eh, not really. but i can skate around a little."

they planned to go rollerskating on saturday [it was friday and they were on school holidays].

— jaeden's p.o.v —

"hey, soph?" i walked over to the redhead and she turned around with a bright smile plastered on her face. "what's up?"

"i, um, i'm homesick." jaeden blushed, clearly embarrassed. sophia observed his expression, trying to see if he was just using homesickness as an excuse to leave. "alright. we can leave tonight."

"no, sophia." jaeden fiddled with his hands. "i'll leave. just me. you and sam should stay."

"jaeden, i can't trust you to be on your own."

"sophia, please. i promised you." jaeden connected his eyes with hers.

after a few disagreements, she finally gave in. "okay, okay, fine. i'll just take you to the dirt road so that you have reception to call an uber."
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"thank you."

— time skip brought to you by the lgbtq+ community :) —

"are you fucking kidding me—i am so done." wyatt threw his hands up in the air when he saw what jack had done to his hair [my hands are in the air like i just don't care - home movie]. it was braided into the shape of a dick. the sides were circles and the hair in the middle was a large oval. then there was a large bow on top.

"that's fucking artwork. do you realise how long it took me to make that?" jack looked at the clock hanging above wyatt's bed. "4 hours, dude. 4 hours. appreciate it."

"i was expecting—" wyatt wasn't sure how to finish his sentence. what, exactly, was he expecting? "i was expecting you to just play with my hair. i didn't think you were actually going to style it."

"really? play with your hair for 4 hours?" jack raised an eyebrow. "i'd get bored. and frustrated. your hair is so fucking knotty, i swear to god."

wyatt rolled his eyes. "i don't really brush it."

"yeah, i can see that."

— another time skip —