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july 30th
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MAISONCOOPER !

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maisoncooper happy bday to my forever best friend. i love you sm even though you think it's funny to tell drew and mads embarrassing stories about me
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austinnorth55 don't make me cry again i love you sm mac mac
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username my maustin heart 🥺

drewstarkey they do be funny stories though
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AUSTINNORTH55 !

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austinnorth55 it took 6 years but i finally convinced my best friend to get a tattoo with me 😎
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maisoncooper love u aussy 💗
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username stop. i hate this. you should only get tattoos if they have an importance, not just for fun
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maison's pov

ᴀᴜsᴛɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴇᴡ jumped up from the couch screaming, celebrating their victory of whatever game they were playing.

"you hit my brownie!" i cry as austin's aggressive and uncontrolled pointing causes his hand to smack into my snack.

he splutters with laughter, as does drew, both boys ignoring my grumbling. they turn back to their game and i go back to writing.

earlier today austin and i had gone out to get tattoos. this was something he'd been wanting to do for ages but i always said no due to my fear of needles. i've faced scarier things since he last asked, including but not limited to red carpets, interviews, and simply just being in the spotlight and being labeled a celebrity. i figured the least i could give austin for his birthday was the one thing he's wanted most.

we'd gotten matching lightning bolts, the only difference between them being the placement and that his was filled in.

in some cultures lightning bolts represent renewal and hope. with lightning comes rain showers, which makes crops grow and keeps the earth clean and healthy.

seven years ago austin was my lightning bolt. i was in a really awful place, suffering from depression, refusing to take my antidepressants, or wanting to do anything really. but then austin came along. we met by accident in a grocery store but he saved my life that day. a mere seventeen year old boy who had no idea who i was sat with me for twenty minutes in that pharmacy aisle, begging and pleading and explaining that somewhere out there, somebody cared. at the time it didn't seem as if my family did. everyone was off doing their own thing, or they were too young to understand what i was going through.

austin cared for me that day. he stopped me from stealing those pills. he prevented a lifetime of anguish for my family. he gave me a new life.

he brought the rain i so desperately needed to clear my foggy head. he brought flowers to plant in the beautiful thing that was my newfound hope. the peace i found within myself.

"are you okay?" drew's voice pulled me from my thoughts. i blinked away tears i wasn't aware were forming, eyes blurring out of focus.

"yeah i'm fine. sorry. drifted off." i smile softly but he raises an eyebrow. eventually he nods slowly and turns back to the tv.

austin came skipping out of the bathroom a moment later, grinning brightly. "i'm hungry. lunch?"

"hell yeah!" drew cheered.

i pushed aside my things, desperate for a break from my song. i needed to write it. it was time. i could feel it. but i didn't depict it to be this hard.

i glance up at austin as we made our way to the car. he was singing a disney song, loudly, to drew who was playing an imaginary piano. i found myself smiling adoringly at him.

i'd never be able to thank him enough.

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my poor girl 🥺