texts from h.b.r

"never forget how much you mean to me!" he yelled before i walked away. i turned my head. "taylor... i think you left something!" i glanced back at him. as he showed the orange paper. as i smirked, i kept walking away.

hunter rowland, now has my phone number, instagram, snapchat, and twitter in the palm of his hands.

will he text/follow/add me?

doubtfully.

can i still dream?

definitely.

and that's what i plan to do.