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chapter three


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callierose I will stop loving you when an apple grows on a mango tree. #tbt ✨

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user she is literally glowing

tomholland2013 I prefer my mangos sweet
| callierose you wanna know what else tastes sweet?
| zendaya woah, calm tf down callie, that's my co-worker 🤢
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user she makes everything look perfect 💔

user she is such a flirt lol

user why does she make everything flawless

donnagrace I'm craving mangos rn
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user damn! she's stunning
| user as always
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user tell her to put her boobs away
| callierose don't look at them :)
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user LMAO her reply to Tom!! ❤

user who else is jealous rn?

user this girl is so wild and reckless. I love it 🤩

donnagrace you didn't give me photo credits
| callierose haha I know

user who did her makeup?

user her and tom are cute 😌😌

user I want her tom like right now!

user this is cute! 😊

user I just got really hungry for a second.

user i love seeing her bless my timeline

user i love you callie!







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EVERY SHOWER FOR CALLIOPE, SHE REINACTED IT LIKE A MOVIE SCENE; She undoes her robe and takes it off. Turning the tap on, the water starts to pour down like a waterfall from the showerhead. She always had to wait for it to get warm before anything and she would casually use her toe to check the temperature. Before she stepped in, she started playing music from her speaker as the mirror began to fog up with steam.

Instead of struggling with knots in her wet hair, the young girl merely grabs her shower brush and tries to detangle her curls as much as possible before applying shampoo. Squirting some into her hands, she massaged lavender-scented shampoo into her scalp until most of her head became saturated with soap from the shampoo.

Calliope closed her eyes and hummed to the tune that harmonized throughout the bathroom on her tiny speaker. Her bathroom had an earthy feel. The walls were large format tiles of white honed travertine and the floor painted itself with made of dull brown tiles. The vanities were of dark wood and the counters were brilliant white quartz. She had a variety of potted plants on the shelves inside the bathroom and the skylight shone down vibrant rays from the sun.

She rinsed out the soap from her hair, before applying some conditioner and repeating the same process. Once satisfied with her hair, she cleansed her body with natural soap and a scented body wash to top it all off. She heard a brisk knock on the bathroom door, knocking out of her peaceful state.

"Hurry up Callie, Daya will be here soon!" she heard her roommate, Donna yell from the other side of the door. She replied to her best friend with a quick 'okay' before rushing to hop out of the shower.

Calliope turned off the showerhead as the last droplets of water strike her body. Grabbing a yellow towel, she wrapped the garment around her body and found a smaller one to tie around her damp hair.

Grabbing her speaker, she waltzed into her room to moisturize her skin and searched through her closet for an outfit to wear.

Searching through racks of clothing in her room, she settled for a plaid crop top with cherries on it. She had a matching pair of jeans that had cherries embedded too. She towel-dried her hair and pinned it back using bobby pins and added a small pearl necklace, trying to make herself look cute.

Just as she slipped on her shoes, her phone started ringing throughout the room. She got up from the floor and looked around for the yellow phone. Entangled in between the sheets, the vibrant yellow phone caught her eyes as it vibrated.

She picked up the phone and looked at the text message coming through. Her phone illuminated onto her face and she smiled at Zendaya's text.





"hurry up and come outside!"

-z





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