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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๏ผŽ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐‘๐ข๐ฌ๐ค, ๐ˆ'๐ฆ ๐†๐จ๐ง๐ง๐š ๐“๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ˆ๐ญ

๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐€๐๐“ !
๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿข๏ผŒ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž'๐—‹๐–พ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‹๐—‚๐—Œ๐—„, ๐—‚'๐—† ๐—€๐—ˆ๐—‡๐—‡๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐—„๐–พ ๐—‚๐—
๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐–ผ๐—‚๐–บ๐—… ๐—†๐–พ๐–ฝ๐—‚๐–บ ๐—‘ ๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—… ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ




















































๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐€๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ . . .

๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ ๐—‰๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐—๐–พ๐–ฝ !

โ™ฅ ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ ๐–ป๐—’ ๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐จ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—๐–พ๐—‹๐—Œ๏ผŽ
๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐— ๐—‚ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—„ ๐—‚'๐—† ๐–ผ๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—„๐–พ๐–ฝ

๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ...

๐š๐ซ๐ข๐š๐ง๐š๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐š๐๐žย  ย ย  knew this would happen
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  hate when ur
always right
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  okay but her eyes are so stunning
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  i want her so bad it hurts
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  you're so real for this
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ฒย  ย ย  babes you ARE cooked
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  ๐Ÿ˜”๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฐ
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’ย ย 

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  ๐—‚ need some context girl
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐›๐ข๐ž๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐žย  ย ย  no way out of this situation mate!
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  oh well! i'll do it
for the plot!
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐ข๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐๐ฒ๐ฅ๐š๐ง๐จ๐›๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐งย  ย ย  things r gonna get
messy and im so here for it
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  respectfully i'm looking at em
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  i feel so special being on her finsta
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  u are special ml ๐Ÿ’•
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ข๐ž๐š๐›๐ซ๐š๐ก๐š๐ฆย  ย ย  is this cooked situation gonna lead
to a new banger from u
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’
ย ย  โคฟย ย  ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซย  ย ย  shall i take that
risk and do it?
ย  ย  ย  ย  ๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ซ๐ง๐š๐ฆ๐žย  ย ย  caption is me when i'm doing a science test
๐Ÿฃ๐—๐—‹ ๐–บ๐—€๐—ˆย ย  ๐—‹๐–พ๐—‰๐—…๐—’

๐ฏ๐ข๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ...




















































๐‘๐„๐€๐‹ ๐‹๐ˆ๐…๐„ . . .

๐“๐‡๐„ ๐๐‘๐”๐๐„๐“๐“๐„ ๐’๐ˆ๐๐†๐„๐‘ ๐’๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐ her comfy, warm bed. Her hair tied back in a messy bun, glasses on her face and her lyric-note book before her. A pen lay beside her and her pink acoustic guitar rested on her lap.

Looking at the set-up before her only gave the pop singer a wave of nostalgia, mostly because she hadn't touched her guitar or her lyric book in over a year.

Why? Well there hasn't been anything interesting enough in her life to write about.

However, when she laid her eyes on Nicholas' chocolate brown ones, she felt like she could write a whole album based upon his personality, looks and oh my days his personality. Just him in general was album perfection.

Yes, she had a boyfriend, but he wasn't much of a muse because he was barely around. So with her feeling lonely and Nicholas being charming, her muse was right there.

However, writing a song about Nicholas was risky. That was because if she posted it, she had a feeling that people would automatically realise it was about him and not her boyfriend.

On the other hand, a part of her didn't care. Yes, she would be scared, but in life sometimes you just have to let things flow and take the risk, and that's when the idea came to her.

Risk.

Nicholas practically corrupted her own thoughts that all she thought of was him. It's as if he was the drug and she was the addict.

The girl obviously knew there would be consequences and possibly a downfall in her career for wanting someone when she was forbidden, but she didn't care because she knew that her own boyfriend was throwing himself out there to other women.

What she hated was that she didn't break up with him the first time it happened, but at that time she was afraid, scared and guilty.

People had warned her what he was like yet she went for him. Oh, how she wished she could turn back in time and run.

But, no, she didn't, because she wanted to prove to people that he could change.

Instead, she was wrong and with the brunette girl being a person who stays out of drama, she stayed silent to keep his image. She stayed silent and let him be a cruel, horrible person towards her.

However, her naive self thought he would change. After every single argument they had over the same situation, he would whisper words to her which now she realised were absolutely meaningless.

He didn't love her. He never did. All she was to him was a pretty girl to show off.

It's completely different when it comes to Nicholas. That's because he makes her feel seen. He makes her feel special.

He isn't horrible, instead he's kind. He isn't manipulative, instead he's ingenuous. Most of all, he's sweet and perfect. He's the one she wants now.

Yes, it could be bad, but she wants to find out. She wanted to jump in the deep end and let the risk engulf her. She really wanted this and she wasn't kidding.

She wished he was here in her bedroom, holding her in his arms. She had met him a week ago, but now without him everything was hopelessly boring. That's how invested she was in him.

In that moment, Lorelai realised what she needed to do. Most of all she realised that Nicholas was the risk she was willing to take.




















































































๏ฝฅหš เผ˜โ”Šย ย  ๐ƒ๐„๐‹๐ˆ๐‹๐€๐‡ ๐’๐๐„๐€๐Š๐’ !

๐–ฝ๐—ˆ๐—Ž๐–ป๐—…๐–พ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‰ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—‚๐—Œ ๐—†๐—ˆ๐—‹๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ ๐–บ ๐—๐–บ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—’๐—‰๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐—‡๐–พ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—’๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐—‰๐–พ ๐—Ž ๐–พ๐—‡๐—ƒ๐—ˆ๐—’๐–พ๐–ฝ

ยฉ -๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ง๐๐ฉ๐จ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐œ๏ผŒ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’

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