"Ethan, promise me one thing." "What?" "Promise you won't forget about me." "I won't. I promise. Pinky promise." Our nine year old pinkie fingers joined together and we both smiled, thinking we'd be friends forever. *if you see anyone copying this story, please message me immediately. i came up with the ideas in this story on my own, and i know you can too :)*

"i think you've got the wrong number." call ended. - [ #973 in fanfiction - 17.6.2 lower case and profanities intended. ]

i know im supposed to be acting but holy shit i'm actually in love with you. © lambskwer // not editing, i was like 11 when i wrote this, cringefest ngl