❝ what do you want me to say, angel?
i'm sorry for fucking caring about you? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛. . .
𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗮 spent most of her childhood
wondering why her older brother's
best friend dislikes her so much. she
doesn't care anymore though, si...
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▃▃ CHAPTER SIXTEEN!.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ( ♡ )real life
❛ I LIKE YOUR VOICE.❜
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₊ ⊹ ᥫ᭡. ⁱʳˡ !
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"I CAN'T DO THIS."
from the passenger seat, matt turns to look at her with a defeated look on his face.
"angelina, you haven't even put your seatbelt on yet," he sighs, and she lets out a small gasp as she quickly pulls it over her body and clicks it into place. matt nods approvingly, before averting his gaze from her down to the dash. she follows his line of sight to the fuel tank, which shows that the car is pretty much full.
lina sits in the driver's seat nervously, tapping her fingers anxiously against the steering wheel. she genuinely has no idea what she's supposed to be doing, and although easton said that her experience going go-karting back in middle school would help her, so far she's not seeing any similarities.
