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๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๏ผŽ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐†๐จ๐ญ ๐Œ๐ž ๐…๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ

๐‚๐€๐‹๐‹ ๐ˆ๐“ ๐–๐‡๐€๐“ ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐–๐€๐๐“ !
๐Ÿข๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿค๏ผŒ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—’๐—ˆ๐—Ž ๐—€๐—ˆ๐— ๐—†๐–พ ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—…๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—Œ๐—ˆ๐—‹๐—‹๐—’
๐—‹๐–พ๐–บ๐—… ๐—…๐—‚๐–ฟ๐–พ ๐—‘ ๐—†๐–พ๐—Œ๐—Œ๐–บ๐—€๐–พ๐—Œ





















































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

"๐–๐‡๐Ž ๐–๐€๐’ ๐“๐‡๐€๐“ ๐Ž๐ ๐“๐‡๐„ phone!?" The older boy spat out, anger lacing in his tone as he looked heartlessly at his girlfriend.

Lorelai remained silent, looking into the eyes of the man she once thought she could change.

He was drunk and she could tell which honestly wasn't a surprise to the pop singer as he was always drunk.

She just hated how cold his eyes were. She hated how he looked at her because it made her feel insecure.

So as she watched him look her up and down, she nervously wrapped her arms around her, trying to finding comfort within her own warmth.

"I asked you a question." He sternly spoke up, getting irritated by the second.

His glare became harsher and Lorelai just wished he would turn around and walk away.

"Just a friend." She softly said, the tone in her voice being the complete opposite of Theo's.

Theodore scoffed and looked around the room. "Right, sure." He muttered to himself before he raised his voice again, startling the girl. "It's always just a fucking friend!"

"I'm not lying!" She exclaimed, her voice gradually getting louder. "I was talking to my friend!"

"What? The one you posted on your instagram story to show everyone how much of a slut you are?" Theo yelled, making the girl flinch and look down.

The brunette girl pushed away the tears that were fighting to drop. It was the first time he had actually ever called her a 'slut' and it hurt. It hurt because it came from the man that was supposed to love her.

But she was used to this and she knew he didn't love her, so why was she so affected by the word?

Maybe because a part of her thought it was true and therefore she guilty for wanting someone who wasn't Theodore?

"We're just friends, okay. He doesn't mean anything to me." The girl finally looked back up at the older boy, completely lying about not caring for Nicholas, because she did.

Moreover, she hated herself because she knew she should just leave her boyfriend, but she couldn't do it. She wanted to do it, but she felt like she couldn't breathe, she felt trapped.

Her whole world was spinning and she was already feeling sorry. She blamed him for making her feel like this but she also blamed herself.

"Fucking bullshit!" Theo exclaimed and ran a hand through his hair before slowly calming down.

"I thought you loved me." He walked towards the girl, who was walking away from him.

"I-" Lorelai stammered. She wanted to say the words 'I want to breakup', but he was drunk and she scared on what he would do if she did say that.

"You what?" He asked.

"I'm sorry." She let out instead, looking down at the carpet.

"You fucking better be." The boy spat out, looking at her up and down once more before turning around.

Theo kicked the lamp away and walked out the door, leaving the girl to collapse on her carpet, tears falling down her face as she realised she had failed to break up with him.

She had figured Theo had left for the club, again, so after a few more minutes the girl picked herself back up and walked towards her phone.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she needed him.

She needed someone to talk to and he was the most safest person in her life right now.

The girl shakily sighed and clicked onto Nicholas's contact, sending him a message.




















































๐Œ๐„๐’๐’๐€๐†๐„๐’ . . .


๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ข ๐Ÿน
can i come over

๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ’ซ
my doors are always
open for you




















































































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

๐—๐—๐—’'๐—Œ ๐—†๐—’ ๐—ˆ๐—๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—๐–บ๐—‹๐–บ๐–ผ๐—๐–พ๐—‹ ๐—„๐—‚๐—‡๐–ฝ๐–บ ๐—‰๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—†๐–พ ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—‡๐—ˆ๐— ๐—…๐–พ๐–บ๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—‚๐—† ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐—‚๐—† ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‚ ๐–ผ๐–บ๐—‡ ๐–ผ๐—๐—ˆ๐—ˆ๐—Œ๐–พ ๐—๐—ˆ๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‹๐—‚๐—๐–พ ๐—๐—๐—‚๐—Œ ๐–ป๐—Ž๐— ๐—‚ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐–พ๐–พ๐—… ๐—…๐—‚๐—„๐–พ ๐–บ๐—‡๐—‡๐—ˆ๐—’๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐–บ๐—‡๐–ฝ ๐—‰๐—‚๐—Œ๐—Œ๐—‚๐—‡๐—€ ๐—‰๐—‰๐—… ๐—ˆ๐–ฟ๐–ฟ (๐—‚๐—๐—Œ ๐—ƒ๐—Ž๐—Œ๐— ๐–ฟ๐—ˆ๐—‹ ๐—๐—๐–พ ๐—‰๐—…๐—ˆ๐— ๐—‘๐—ˆ๐—‘๐—ˆ)

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