unknown number [h.s.]

day twenty six

xxvi.

7:04 p.m.

Void Stiles: Never have I ever felt like a plastic bag drifting through the wind.

Void Stiles: Where did she even get the idea for that simile?

Void Stiles: Theaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Me: what

Void Stiles: Why didn’t you reply sooner huh????

Me: I was talking to my brother

Void Stiles: I thought Fredrick doesn’t talk

Void Stiles: I’ve never heard him say a thing

Me: He only talks to people he doesn’t hate

Void Stiles: whatchu tryna say

Me: He doesn’t like you

Void Stiles: That’s understandable

Me: How

Void Stiles: Well you don’t like me

Me: I’ve never told you that

Void Stiles: Well not recently at least

Void Stiles: When are you going to the party?

Me: When I feel like it

Void Stiles: You are sooooooooooooooooo complicated

Me: I’m catching up on American Horror Story

Void Stiles: I’m on the one where the guy, Cam from Modern Family kept talking about some pig or something. It was weird

Me: You should just skip season one and just go straight to season two

Me: It’s way better

Void Stiles: Okay

Me: I mean you don’t have to

Me: It was just a suggestion

Void Stiles: I trust you

Void Stiles: Besides it’s not like a big deal or anything

Void Stiles: It’s just a show