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// fae dalton

@joshpeck: I THINK I JUST SAW FAE DALTON IN MY ELEVATOR

@joshpeck: SHOULD I SAY SOMETHING

@joshpeck: FAE I LOVE YOU

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@faedalton: @joshpeck JOSH OH MY GODIRHS I LOVE YOU

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"hello?" i ask into the receiver, twirling my hair.

"hey? fae?" luke responds, low voice.

"you called?" he added, smugly. i smile.

"yeah. im coming over." i announce, standing up.

"uh- ok- wait what? why? i mean you can it's just-?" he stutters, sounding lost. i lace my boots.

"you have your date today! with ellen!" i remind him excitedly. they'd be so cute.

"oh, no, i can't go."

i scrunch my eyebrows.

"why? you just said i could come over?"

"yeah but i'm sick now." he says after a quiet pause.

"ok im coming over and personally driving you to this place. you won't be able to hide forever."

"faeee." he starts to complain.

"see ya in ten."

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"fae i look stupid."

"no, lucas, you don't! you look cute." he blushes.

"aW!"

"michael." luke and i scold at the same time. he raises his hands in defense. i look at luke and smile at his little innocent blushing face !

"mike tell him he looks good." i order.

"lUKE YOU LOOK GOOD." he practically yells right in his face. i facepalm and chew on my gum. now to leave.

ashton sticks his head around the door. "thought the date was with ellen, not michael?"

i laugh loudly.

luke said i could choose the outfit, but he got to do his hair. i was fine with that i guess. at least i could put my magnificent taste in style to work.

dunno what i did wrong but he doesn't like what i chose for him to wear, i guess.

i brought him a black polo, 'nicer' pants (hole limited to one jean,) and he chose his shoes because 'this outfit is shit.'

my bad, hemmings, that you can't show up to a nice date like it's a fucking rolling stones concert. tbh i love my sarcastic comments. im amazing as hell. (what even is this fic)

i grab his arm, dragging him outside to my rental car. we walk along the cement driveway of their house, broad daylight streaming. i pull down my aviators and kick a pebble in front of me.

"shot gun!" michael yells, sprinting past us and trying to open the locked door. looks like mikey will be tagging along too. the more the merrier. besides, i had no idea what i was going to do once i got there.

"luke, i know you don't want to go on this date, but she's super cute and smart and nice." i tell him, pulling open the door.

"it sounds like you're about to meet her for a nice lunch." luke jokes from the back seat.