LOL!!!!!! The title is self explanatory. I own none of these conversations there from the internet and some really weird conversations I've been in soooo. Oh yeah BYE!!!!

The random group chat of twice where lots of shit happens because the writer is a moody teenager

Just a bunch of Twice incorrect quotes. Enjoy!

It all started when Sana thought Tzuyu's a robot.

A reader suggested I adapt this story, so I read it and really appreciated the story, asked for permission to convert it from the original author and here it is. Credits must go to @Unknownpenxx

"Sana, I-" "Would you stop. I already have a boyfr-you know what. I don't even like boys." Sana lied. Jimin chuckled, not believing the girl's obvious false statement. Sana walked over to a tall girl nearby and pulled her in for a kiss. She could feel the girl smirking, and was surprised when she kissed her back. It started as a lie...

Son Chaeyoung is in her first year at the Seoul Multi Arts Academy and has already made a name for herself as the resident prankster, making her popular with most students and even some of the teachers, although she hates talking to most people. And then there's Mina. Myoui Mina is a new student from Japan who's been transferred to the second year, halfway through the first term. She's an avid ballet dancer but is painfully quiet (most of the time) and she tries to avoid most confrontations. So what could happen when the two cross paths? (yo I'm shit at descriptions sorry!!!)

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