𝟎𝟎𝟓. 𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆
THINKIN' BOUT YOU, PB.
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ð ð¿ðð ððð½ ððð
it's been about week since ive last seen paige nor talked to her, i was too afraid to text her first not wanting to be an burden but i was starting to grow to like the blonde (as an friend).
tonight was friday night, the first friday in a while where i wasnt stuck by brandon side in some trashy bar. i was so free that i didn't know what to do.
any other time i would be with eden but since i was gone every friday night she had found an hobby such as bingo night with some friends from her photography class. (her old ass)
anything by adrianne lenker played softly through out the apartment as i laid on the cold living room floor staring up at the ceiling picking my brain to find something to cure my boredom.
i let out an groan, "fuck i need friends", i mumbled to myself as i grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contact list.
i switched between tik tok, instagram and cooking mama almost all night. i went back to instagram and hovered over paige profile. "fuck it", i say as i send her a quick hey.
ð¡ðð²ð²ð²ð²ð²ð²ð²ð²
(ðððð¾ððï¼
ððð²
ð¬ðð§ð ðð ð:ððð©ð¦
i continue to stare at the ceiling and listen to the music as I watch for an message back. my phone ding and i smirk slightly "that was quickkk", i say as i unlock phone but my smile quickly wipes away as i see its an text from my mom. "fuck me", i say locking my phone again not in the mood for her antics.
ð¡ðð²ð²ð²ð²ð²ð²ð²ð²
(ðððð¾ððï¼
ððð²
ð¬ðð§ð ðð ð:ððð©ð¦
ðð¬ð©!
ð¢ð¦ ðð¨ð«ðð ð¨ð®ð ð¦ð² ð¦ð¢ð§ð ðð§ð ð¢ ð¡ðð¯ð ð§ð¨ ðð«ð¢ðð§ðð¬
ð©ð¥ððð¬ð ð¡ðð¥ð©
ðð¡ð¡ ð¢ ð¬ðð
ð°ðð§ð§ð ð ð¨ ð ðð ð¬ð¨ð¦ð ð¢ðð ðð«ððð¦?
ððððð
ð¨ð¤, ð¢ð¦ð¦ð ð¬ðð§ð ð²ð¨ð® ð¦ð² ð§ð®ð¦ððð« ð¬ð¨
ð²ð¨ð® ððð§ ð¬ðð§ð ð²ð¨ð®ð« ð¥ð¨ðððð¢ð¨ð§
ð¨ð¤ðð²!!
ð±ð±ð±-ð±ð±ð±-ð±ð±ð±ð±
ðð¾ðððºðð¾ â¤ï¸ ð»ð ððð½ððð¾ððð½
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i added her number to my phone and sent her my location, she quickly replied saying she'll be on the way in about 20 mins.
i hopped off the floor and went on my room to find something decent to wear. all i came up with was some black sweatpants, black crop top and black croc slides (all black fit eats downnn)
she sends me an text she's outside and i reply with an okay before writing an quick note on the white board letting know eden i was out with paige just incase she came home before me.
when i walked outside she was leaning against her car with her head in her phone. "Hi", i spoke grabbing her attention. she smiled stuffing her phone into her pocket, "wassup", she said.
as i walked towards the car she followed behind me, "why are you following me weirdo?", i say and she sucks her teeth before opening the passenger door. "im not driving", i say and she laughs. "yes i know, im opening the door for you", she points at the seat.
oh...
"thank you", i get into the car and she shuts the door after me getting into the driver seat. "im guessing he never opened the door for you", she comments and i nod.
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we pull up to an ice cream parlor and an big smile is painted onto myself. "slow down big back ian even park yet", she jokes and i gasp slightly hitting her arm making her laugh.
she was an fun person to be around; the whole way here we talked and listen to music and when we didn't talk the silence wasn't uncomfortable.
we walked into the place and order our ice creams. i got butter pecan in a bowl and she got vanilla in a cone, "that's gonna make an mess", i say and she shakes her head. "not if i eat if fast", she sticks her tongue out with an smirk.
"you are an child", i say as i playfully roll my eyes. we sit and eat our ice cream talking here and there. "so, what's your major?", Paige ask wiping the sticky ice cream off her finger tips.
"english but my parents think im in business and economics", i admit and she hums. "i don't know as a little kid i was always around my aunt Velma and all she did was read and write books... it was like she was always in a some fantasy and I just grew an interest in it", i say with an smile thinking about my aunt.
paige smiles, "so you're an writer?", she tilts her head at the question. i tilt my head with an smile matching her energy before letting out an disappointed, "no".
she groans, "ah man I was hoping that I'll get to see what's in that brain of yours", she points at my brain and I shake my head. "I just haven't found anything to write about nor have I had the motivation, I think the last thing I wrote was freshman year".
there was an silence as she sat across the booth with her elbows folded on her table watching me just from an inch away. "what?".
she shakes her head, "nothing", she whispers still starting at me, I turnt my head away hiding my blush as butterflies start to roam my stomach and mg heart start to beat fast.
she laughs slightly, "you are so beautiful and even more when you have a little blush", she comments and I demanded her to stop and she raises her hand in defeat.
i finish up my ice cream and we make our way back to my apartment. "sadly it seems like our night is coming to an end", she says as her hands rests on the gear stick. i lean my head back against the head rest.
"do you think if I haven't met you at that bar that I'll still be with brandon at another shitty bar?", I ask randomly turning my head meeting eyes with her.
she shakes her head, "no... I would've found you by then but lucky for us you're not with brandon or at some shitty bar... you're here with me", she places her hand on top of mines.
i smile slightly before letting out an sigh and unbuckling my seatbelt. "thanks for the night Bueckers", I open the door and she smiles at me as an thank you.
"maybe I'll be by your side every friday night", I joke and she laughs but she speaks, "I wouldn't mind that". i shut the door and walk up back to the apartment.
i unlock the door and im met with eden whom had an big smile on her face, "how was it?", she asked. i place my keys into the fishbowl and slip off my shoes before sitting beside eden on the couch smiling.
"it was amazing e, all we did was talk and listen to music and laugh and joke... it felt so good", i tell her and she only smiles at me pulling me into a embrace. "told you blondie is a good one", she whispers.
"we're only friends eden",
"for now, just wait".
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