a story in which timothée and norah become highschool sweethearts
or rather a story where timothèe and norah geek over each other to the max
*all lowercase is intended*
*contains mature content/triggering themes*
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liked by 345 amberharrison: if you're not blackout tonight like norah was during our last party, why are bothering showing up?
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thatgirlnorah: stop posting blackmail thatgirlnorah: but also like...true amberharrison: i only speak the truth?
user1: are we doing shots tonight again?
user2: atta girl norah!!
user3: r we 🍃🚬tonight? amberharrison: is that even a question
liltimmytim: i can't wait! liked by thatgirlnorah
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norah
"close your fucking mouth, you're going to turn into that old hag that ate a bug." amber knocks me on the back of the head with an open palm, smacking me out of my daydream. it takes me a few minutes to grasp my surroundings, only to be disappointed that i was not tangled in bed with the boy sat three tables ahead of me.
i turn around to face my best friend amber who sat beside me with her feet up on the table, smacking her bubblegum loudly, completely uninterested in being in class.
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"do you mean the old lady that swallowed a fly?" i reply, tuning back into reality. the class is definitely supposed to be working on our newest statistics assignment, but as the clock ticked closer to three o'clock everyone lost their motivation.
"yeah, that bitch." amber laughs. she removes her crossed legs off the table and begins to aggressively cram her papers into her backpack, not caring what state they'd end up in. quickly, i find myself staring into the back of his head once more. i feel amber's hot breath on my ear as she inches closer and whispers, "you're totally out of his league."
"i am not!" i whisper-yell back at my counterpart. god, all i want is to play with his brown locks; i want to run my fingers over his perfect jawline, and brush my thumb against his lips before he kisses me; i want him to read me stories as i fell asleep in his cute, perfect voice. and she thinks he's out of my league? it's more like i'm out of his.
