"H-hey.. You know..." Work brain, work. "What?" he hisses. "Um... I-I think I need my inhaler. It's in the bag," great, nice move. But my hope shatters into pieces when he rummages through my bag instead. "Where the heck did you put it," he asks, or maybe states as he isn't looking at me. "NO. Just give me my freakin' bag. Fast!" I try one last time. And lucky enough, he gives up. He brings the bag to me hastily. I redeem it, throw it back on the 'other side' along with myself. I run for my life. I hear whistles and of course, rainbow of curses, on the other side of the world. Well, I guess I'll just have to return to plan A. ~~~

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❝can you stop blasting chase atlantic so damn loudly at 3am?❞ ❝depends, can you stop crying so damn loudly at 3am?❞ 〤 caleb just made the decision to get his own apartment so he could get some time away from his family and live closer to his university as well. however, there seems to be just one problem. every morning at 3am, the boy next door begins to blast his chase atlantic playlist loud enough for the entire colony to hear and it's begun to get on caleb's nerves. 〤 lowercase intended. (completed) . milestones: #1 in MXM - 5/30/2020 #1 in BOYXBOY - 6/1/2020 #1 in BXB - 6/1/2020 #3 in LGBTFICTION - 6/11/2020 #2 in GAY - 6/13/2020 #1 in GAY - 6/15/2020 1M reads - 8/13/2020 #3 in LGBT - 8/17/2020