𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎; 𝚓𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚛

𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝

Cora
two days later:

I glance down at my phone. It's been going off nonstop for the past ten minutes, but I'm in a pretty important meeting with a few other artists right now. I decide to quickly sneak a peak at the messages, just in case they're important.

fUkN rOcKsTaR<3:

ooh we just saw a baby
babies are cute
do you wanna build a baby?
delivered at 4:19

nevermind, we just saw the lady
putting a diaper on the baby, and
WHEW. i could smell that from the
next lane over!
delivered at 4:20

if i weigh 99 pounds and i eat a
pound of nachos, does that mean
im 1% nacho?
delivered at 4:23

you're a vegetable, right? so if
two vegetables argue, would
it still be called beef?
delivered at 4:25

HAHAHHA BRYCE JUST FARTED
AND IT SCARED ME HALF TO
DEATH💩
delivered at 4:29

HE DID IT AGAIN HE DID IT
AGAIN💩
delivered at 4:29

coco, i just got scared half to
death twice. does that mean
im...
delivered at 4:31

haha, im dead.

Me:
... no, you're high

fUkN rOcKsTaR<3:
no, im a rockstar

Me:
no, you're dead

fUkN rOcKsTaR<3:
ooh la la

there's an ice cream truck
behind us.

woah, ive never seen a blue and
red ice cream truck before

Me:
jae, what sound is the ice
cream truck making?

fUkN rOcKsTaR<3:

WEEEOHHHH WEEEOHHHH

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"Cora, would you mind getting back to the matter at hand?" a voice groans from the other side of the table. Forcing myself to push my worries to the back of my head, I turn my focus back to the people in front of me and tune in to the ongoing conversation about possible collabs.

Drake groans, attempting to run his hand through his buzz-cut, "no, that would be a complete failure..."

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