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3AM is the hour of dreaming and rowdy sex with strangers, projectile vomiting into the toilet basin and the hour of crappy movies. But in the case of two teenagers, it's the hour of phone calls and confessions, the sort of conversations that leave her wondering why he only calls her when he's high. *credits to jdbixber on jbff plus, she wrote this story and i changed it into a jack gilinsky fanfic*

I'm not good at descriptions so.... Cover Photo by: Nvaya_94 thanks babe❤️

-Hey what's up bro *Um I'm sorry who is this? -Cameron, Cameron Dallas. Who is this? *Chelsea. -Last name? *Not going to give my last name out to a stranger. -Smart girl. Although I'm not a killer or anything it's still pretty smart. But sorry I guess I typed the number in wrong __________________________ In which a girl possibly finds her true love, after a text was sent to the wrong number. Cover by: Nvaya_94 thanks babe❤️