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➪𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
𝐌𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍 sat at her vanity, applying a new coat of gloss to her lips as she rolled her eyes. "But Corbyn," she put up a fake front and let out a whine into the speaker of her phone. "I've always wanted a baby goat. It's always been a dream of mine."
Corbyn let out a small chuckle, "Daniel would kill me if I got you a baby goat."
"I don't get it," Mabel let out a huff. "Why are you suddenly letting him get in between us?" Corbyns line went quiet.
"You know why Mabel," he said quietly, knowing he fucked up and the past was about to be revived.
"Because of your overdose?" Mabelline rolled her eyes again, followed by a groan. Corbyn hummed in response, a frown taking over his face.
"Mabel, we don't have to get into it-"
"Well you never really explained, an explanation does seem nice," Mabelline cut him off. "Unless you and your group want to keep me in the dark..."
Corbyn let out a small sigh, "Every since it happened, babe," Corbyn's tone shifted. "They think they're seeing red flags in our relationship."
"You think you overdosing was my fault too?" Mabelline grabbed her phone, bringing it closer to her face. "It's not my fault you never had a single line coke before and went over board once you discovered Xans."
"That's not what happened," Corbyn was quick to cut her off.
"Okay fine, you're an attention whore. You wanted me to notice you so you got my plug to bring you some shit- that's why you went to therapy for two months," Mabelline concluded, the line going completely silent. "Hello?" Mabelline asked, pulling the phone away from her ear and looking at the screen, seeing he had hung up. Mabelline let out a scoff, "go cry about it," she mumbled to herself exiting out the tab and closing her phone, putting it to the side.
"Did you seriously have to bring that up?" Luna Amore Matthews asked with a small frown.
"What do you mean?" Mabelline asked turning to the girl who was seated on her bed in their shared bedroom.
"It hasn't even been three months since rehab from his od Mabel, the least you could do is cut him some slack," Luna told the girl. Mabelline scrunched her eyebrows, ready to go off but Luna continued. "Don't even try to argue with me saying I'm picking sides, he's my friend as much as you are. The way you're treating him is absolutely disgusting. For the record Mabelline he is so much better then-"
