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see this what we not finna do 😍 i was reported, and for what? 🥰 whoever it is shawty i post regardless 😩😚 soon ima give you sumn to snitch about foRREAL-
in other news hi 😍 i been so sloppy w posting lately and it's maddddd i think ima start posting once a week 💀
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polybioh: i just think it's funny how
user: whatever you're about to say will most def end up on ttr, keep that in mind as you talk shit 🤎 —polybioh: i wasn't even- ok 🤎
kentiasbaby: timothee chalamet lookin kinda diff in this pic tho —polybioh: thanks tora 🥺
jora.ryan: wanna facetime? 🥺 —polybioh: ok —user: @/kenyasantana
user: ive not seen ONE comment talking about ken —kentiasbaby: 😳 —notderektrendz: 😳
periodtpooh: 😐 —polybioh: 😐 —user: wha-😔
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he knew what he was doing was wrong, and he thinks that's partially why he accepted the facetime in the first place, but he now found himself face to face (through a screen of course) with none other than jora ryan. "trouble in paradise?" she asks as she twirls a strand of her hair.
"if there is i'm not about to talk about it." he runs a hand over his face, wanting nothing more but to talk to his girlfriend who he was currently ignoring due to his hurt feelings. he knew he had fallen hard, and fast, but he had at least thought that she would feel the same, so why didn't she?
"who needs her anyway? this is why i think all that relationship stuff is overrated." he raises an eyebrow. "so you wouldn't want to be with one person?"
"i would, but not right now when he has a girlfriend." he looks straight at her and notices how she's looking at him before groaning. "you shouldn't be saying all that."
"why not, mattia? i can say whatever i want. you're the one with the girlfriend here..." he was playing with fire right about now, and he knew that he would get burnt if he let her continue the conversation.
"...i mean, unless y'all aren't speaking right now."
he runs a hand over his face, consider it entertaining her advances for a quick second, but then deciding against it. "my dad's calling me. i gotta go."
and he ended the call and texted kairi right away on what he should do, dying of embarrassment from kairi's response.
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when kenya opened her front door, she saw, for the second time, mattia polibio standing outside, holding a thermos and a brown paper bag. "this is not about to become a thing for us."
oh, but it is.
"it's different this time! i made chicken soup and i think it's more edible than last time." she clicks her tongue and goes to sit on the swinging chair on her front porch, mattia following suit. "what's all of this?"
"this is me taking another big step, and i probably shouldn't after what happened last time but... fuck it." he was about to open the bag but she stops him before speaking up. "ight so boom."
"that's so new york of you." "shut up!" she tries her hardest not to smile but fails.
"ok as i was saying, i just... didn't want to believe that you said it, and that you would sacrifice all that shit for me, and i didn't want you thinking that you scared me off, either? but i couldn't have both and i figured you'd be mad at me so..." she looks confused, like she's not sure of what she was saying and he just looked at her, waiting for her to finish cause he knew she wasn't done.
"i like you a lot, mattia. shits crazy. stop internally screaming." he looked at her, wide eyed, cause he knew he had just been caught. "anyways, just cause i can't say those words back to you yet don't mean you ain't mines, so tell shorty with the green eyes to lay off my mans."
he smirked at her possessiveness, reminding himself to thank kairi for advising him to come over, lord knows he woulda fucked up if he didn't ask for help.
"speaking of jora- actually, nope, ima let you read for yourself." he passes her the paper bag, and she raises an eyebrow when she opens it and sees a mason jar filled with whipped coffee and some random letters scribbled against it.
"the shorty at starbucks fucked up BIG," she squints her eyes as she reads through the letters, trying to decipher them. "is this even english?"
"it's my account passwords, stoopid." she pouts at him, pulling him in for a hug which he quickly reciprocates. "you do know i'm posting all your nudes on your spam, right?"
"shorty you wouldn't dare."
yup, she could definitely get used to this.
-::- MAE 🤨 ! there is no a/n take off your clothes
quick question: how do ya feel ab this whole look alike thing? in my opinion it's above meeee how someone can copy how someone looks and lichrally get veRIFIED off of it? (you know exactly who i'm talmbout 💀) imitation is one thing, but complete copying? whew, talk ab identity theft 😍
