Heaven isn´t quite what it seems

You Dude how did it go?? Sent 21:46 Everything alright? Sent 23:05 Call me when you get this Sent 23:29 Don’t tell me you’re already sleeping!! Sent 00:47 Bitch stop ignoring me :( Sent 00:49

It’s past one in the morning, yet you were still on edge, pacing around your dimly lit living room as you stared at the series of messages you sent to your best friend. 

Your anxiety was already through the roof tonight, and Noah ignoring you— when you repeatedly told him earlier to keep you posted— was not helping your nerves in any way. You could’ve sworn you already started to taste blood from chewing hard on your lower lip.

Noah Sebastian Davis was on a special dinner date with his girlfriend. He had promised to tell you how it would go, but to your dismay, not even one of your countless texts or calls was noticed by the guy you called your best friend since grade school. You had tried asking the rest of the boys if they had heard from him, but all of them were as lost as you, though Nicholas reminded you not to worry too much. 

On regular days, you would not be this insistent on hearing from the guy– he’s a grown man with his own life after all– but tonight was a special case. 

Noah and his girlfriend were celebrating their third anniversary. 

With your help as his bestest friend, the lovestruck rockstar had organized an intimate dinner for the ‘love of his life’ in his apartment. He had wanted their date to be simple yet very romantic, and when you had wiggled your brows to tease him, his straightforward answer had instantly faded the smile off your face, the words he uttered sending a direct blow right to your chest.

“I’m proposing.”

Two words that had made your stomach drop.

Two simple words that had instantly become so powerful when they rolled off his very own tongue that it made your world stop.

It was the one thing you had been dreading to hear ever since Noah got into a serious relationship. 

It was the only news you had never wanted him to break to you when he decided to focus his eyes on one girl.

Someone who was finally not you.

With your heart pounding and hands going cold, all you could do then was stare at him through the tears that had started to blur your sight. You had slowly blinked them back, faking a smile as your eyes trailed through his beaming face. And the world had gone in slow motion when you watched him pluck out the diamond ring from his pocket, the stupid little freckles showing against his flushed cheeks— the same cheeks that you had secretly been wishing to lovingly caress for over a decade now.

For so long, you had been trying to deny your feelings for your best friend, but one day your heart had had enough. Those little flutters you had been trying to suppress every damn time Noah Sebastian was near you had become so unbearable that you had finally allowed yourself to at least acknowledge their existence.

It had all started when he hit puberty– when he transformed into an attractive, lanky goof whose wolf-cut hair and playful eyes made girls on campus squeal like maniacs. It surely did not help that he and the guys had started a garage band, always present at weekend gigs where girls had freely fawned over them. You didn’t care for it at first; you only saw Noah as ‘one of the boys’. You had been so accustomed to his dorky face since you were seven, so you just did not get the fuss.

Not until one day, when all of a sudden his simple touches, which you had been so used to, started to make you feel unusually… weird. 

His noodle arm around your shoulder when the two of you would walk together; his hands squeezing your face and fingers pinching your cheeks when he’d tease you; knuckles playfully punching your arm every time he’d get excited— these had been all part of Noah’s normal friendly gestures but now the mere graze of his fingertips on your skin had started to make your cheeks blush and your stomach do somersaults. 

For the sake of your friendship, you had wanted to avoid this feeling so badly. But as an equally hormonal teenager back then, you had found yourself giving in, allowing the attraction to blossom as the two of you got older and navigated life together. 

All of this despite knowing that you would never have the guts to tell your lanky best friend about it, so you’d for sure end up hurting on the sidelines. And even if you mustered up the courage to do so, you knew your feelings would remain unrequited. 

You had always been his best friend– his ‘bro’, his confidante. Nothing more, nothing less.

From the tail end of high school and throughout college, you had witnessed Noah’s dating escapades in the front row. Several girls had come and gone; most of them did not last more than three months, and you actually thought he was not capable of settling down with one woman. 

That was until Alexis came into his life. 

Tall, blonde, athletic, outgoing, popular. From the moment you had laid your eyes on her, you knew she was the girl you would never be able to compete with. 

How could you, anyway, when you had seen how your best friend’s eyes sparkled every single time he looked at her? When he would smile and laugh differently every damn time he was around her? When he had always dropped everything for her, no matter the consequences?

How could you, really, when she already had his heart wrapped around those soft, well-manicured fingers right at the beginning?

‘It was love at first sight,’ Noah had animatedly narrated to you when Alexis accidentally stumbled into your giraffe best friend one day at the school gymnasium. As a natural flirt, he had shamelessly asked for her number and asked her out right then and there. Months after college graduation, they had made it official, and here they were, three years into their relationship, and Mr. Davis had gotten so helplessly in love that he had finally decided to tie his woman legally to him.

And as his best friend, you just hoped she also felt the same way for him— that she would make him genuinely happy, the way he deserved it… the way you had always wanted.

Noah🦒Davis  calling…

Your phone vibrating startled you, snapping you back to reality. A heavy sigh of relief escaped your mouth when your phone screen finally lit up with your best friend’s silly contact photo.

For a second, you snorted. It was that bathroom selfie of him pouting that he sent you five years ago, when he randomly texted you, ‘I’m pooping right now, wanna FaceTime?’ 

Yep, that’s how close you two were.

“Oh my god, Noah!” Picking up the call you had been waiting for all night, you greeted him with your exasperated ‘mom’ voice, as he would always call it. Worry started to lift off your chest; you were just glad your stupid best friend was still breathing, at least. “Dude, what the fuck happened to you!?”

With eyebrows still as furrowed as before, you waited for Noah to talk on the other end, but all you could hear were his heavy breaths and muffled giggles.

What was wrong with him?

“Hello? Noah Sebastian??” You raised your voice to tell him to quit playing around. 

Your best friend let out a faint breath of your name before giggling again. This time, much louder as if to purposely annoy you.

“Dude, I swear–”

“S-shit… ‘m so fuckin’ stupid.” Words slurred, he carried on with his annoying giggles, and that’s when you questioned his current state.

“Hey, are you drunk?”

“Noooo… I’m Noah, you dimwit!” He was now laughing obnoxiously, making you roll your eyes and rub your forehead at his confirmation. You had been waiting for him to break some important news to you for the last few hours, and all you got was this stupid drunk call.

Who would’ve thought you’d get this close to being awarded the Most Patient Best Friend of the Century?

“Noah Sebastian Davis!” 

“Yup, baby, that’s me!” He continued to laugh on the other line.

“Hey, asshole, where are you right now? Are you in your apartment?”

“Yup!” He giggled once again. “Wanna come over?”

“Why, are you alone?” You pried.

“Yup!” He obnoxiously repeated, seemingly enjoying the sound of the ‘P’ popping from his lips.

“Where’s Lexi?”

“Yup!”

“Noah, for fuck’s sake–”

“Yup!”

Heaving out a sigh, you realized there was no talking sense into him at this moment. “I’ll be there in 10. You better not move a muscle or I will kill you.”

“Yup!”

And then it was like a reflex. 

As soon as you dropped the call, you hurriedly grabbed your jacket and keys and drove to his place. It was almost two in the morning, and the weather hadn’t been nice since the day before, as if mirroring the somber state of your non-existent love life. You knew, one way or another, that unpleasant news was waiting for you at Noah’s. But being the devoted, doting best friend that you were, you chose not to care. 

Like you always did.

—

“Noah?” You quietly called for him as you pushed the door open to his apartment. The glow from the kitchen allowed you to scan your best friend’s dim living room. Aside from one pillow strewn on the carpeted floor, everything looked completely normal.

After carelessly throwing your jacket on the couch, you headed straight to the dining area, thinking your best friend would be there. But as you took a turn and squinted your eyes, the scenario that greeted you made you freeze in your spot. 

Your mouth went dry as you felt the heavy weight you had been carrying the whole day drop from your chest to the pit of your stomach. 

Eyes slowly blinking, you swallowed a lump in your throat, trying to convince yourself you were just dreaming.

Noah’s dining table looked exactly the same as when you set it up this afternoon, save for an empty bottle of wine and a missing glass. All of the plates were clean, and the food you had prepared remained intact, but now looked dry, cold, and untouched. The candles were unlit while the bouquet of red roses you ordered on your best friend’s behalf remained sitting on one of the chairs. 

And it was impossible to miss the black velvet ring box lying upside down beside the bowl of your homemade lobster ravioli.

You did your best to be emotionally prepared for Noah getting engaged tonight, but what appeared in front of you was a whole different thing. No amount of pep talks from Nicholas and emo music from Folio’s cheesy playlist could have readied you for this.

Did they get into a fight?

Did she reject his proposal? 

Did she stand him up?

Even thinking about any of the possible scenarios made your stomach churn. You were 100% ready to have your heart broken tonight, but you did not want it to be this way. Never this way. 

You had witnessed Noah’s struggles growing up. Back in the day, you had fought other kids on his behalf every time they called him ‘string bean’. When some hippies from high school had badmouthed their garage band, you were the one who had retaliated for them– for him.

And now that you’re all grown up, you certainly wished you could also protect him from the heartbreaks that came along with romantic relationships, the same way you would with his bullies back then. 

Unfortunately, there was only so much you could do when it came to matters involving his heart, especially when it had always been out of your reach from the very start.

“Noah?” Your voice croaked as you turned back to the dim hallway to search for him. “Noah, where are you?”

It only took you a couple of steps, though, before a pair of strong, familiar arms grabbed and lightly pushed you against the wall.

“Hey, are you okay?” You cooed, eyes softening at your best friend’s silhouette towering over you. While you couldn’t make out his face clearly, you could see that he’d changed into one of his muscle tees, his arm tattoos now on full display. “W-what happened–”

“What took you so long?” Noah grumbled, not letting you finish. Reeking of alcohol and weed, his hot breath hit your forehead as he slowly pressed his body against you, moving his large hands to your bare arms. You swallowed nervously at how the warmth of his palms rubbed against your cold, exposed skin. 

“Have you had dinner?” You inquired, hands gently squeezing his forearms.

“What took you so fucking long?” He repeated, this time the words rolled off his tongue through gritted teeth. 

Noah slowly caged your body against the wall as he crouched down to rest his forehead against yours– the gesture making your eyes go wide. His knitted eyebrows and bloodshot eyes were now visible.

“N-Noah, are you ok–”

“Why can’t you answer me, huh?” He sneered, cutting you off once again. “I fucking waited for five hours.” 

Your heartbeat had found an abnormal pace when his face inched closer and closer to yours, his hot breath fanning your cheek while one of his hands crawled down to grip your hip.

“I came here as fast as I could when you–”

“You couldn’t even…” He did not bother to hear you explain, letting out a heavy breath as he squeezed his eyes shut before his voice started to crack. “You couldn’t even fucking tell me.” 

Tell him what?

Now puzzled, you slightly pushed your drunk best friend’s shoulder away from you; your other hand went up to cup his cheek as you tried searching for his now glossy eyes.

“Hey, hey, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed, big guy,” you whispered as your thumb started stroking his cheekbone. 

“Goddammit, what the fuck took you so long!?” 

You flinched at his sudden snap, your reflex making you pull away from him despite the nonexistent space he put between you. 

This was a version of your best friend you hadn’t met before. You had seen Noah get angry and annoyed countless times, but never in your whole life did he ever raise his voice at you. 

Not even when you had accidentally broken the old acoustic guitar that his grandpa gave him when he was 13.

Noah was breathing heavily as you felt him squeeze your hip tighter than usual. His sudden outburst made your eyes well up, your lips starting to quiver like a little kid scolded by her parent. 

“Noah, I-I don’t understand…”

“Shh, baby,” he cut you off once more by placing his index finger against your lips, proceeding to brush some hair away from your face. 

You swallowed hard, blinking back tears. Your gaze followed his every move nervously as you noticed his demeanor shifting. His lazy eyes scanned your face while his hand gently cupped your cheek, inked fingers caressing your skin as if to say sorry for yelling. 

And it was as if his touch were hypnotic, because soon enough, you found your breath evening as you closed your eyes to savor the warmth his big palm afforded. A selfish part of you wanted to enjoy this moment with the love of your life, not giving a damn about his current drunken state and apparent mood swing. 

This was the guy you wanted your whole life after all– the guy you’d be willing to sell your soul to the devil if he asked you to. 

How others could easily take him for granted was beyond you.  

But the rational best friend in you knew this was wrong. 

You heaved out a sigh, eyelids fluttering as you met his gaze again. 

Your brain was telling you to push him away and talk some sense into him, but your thoughts were easily cut off by Noah tucking your hair behind your ear. With your eyes going wide, he dipped his head lower, making you gasp as his lips brushed lightly against the side of your mouth. 

You went stiff as you felt him pull you closer, one hand pressing against the small of your back, as he moved down to place feather-light kisses along your jaw. 

Now your face started burning, your legs turning to jelly as panic started creeping in. 

All your life, Noah had only kissed you on the head in nothing but a friendly manner. 

Why the fuck was he kissing your face like you were his long-time girlfriend? Like it was you whom he was proposing to tonight?

Then it finally dawned on you. 

He had always been an impulsive and forgetful drunk, and tonight was no exception. In his inebriated state, the chances of his mistaking you for someone else were high enough to alarm you.

It certainly did not help that you and his girlfriend had the same build, save for the small height difference.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Noah whispered against the skin below your ear before nibbling on it. “Where have you been all night, hm?”

“Noah, I’m not–”

Your best friend shut you up once again, but this time by doing that one thing you thought you would never experience with him in this lifetime. 

Everything happened in slow motion as if you were in a fever dream.

You saw him pull his head back, smiling at you lazily before he dipped his head to close the gap between your lips.

Without a second thought.

Your breath hitched, heart thumping so fast you feared it might rip your chest open as you felt your best friend’s wet lips moving against yours. 

The same pair of lips you had been dreaming of kissing since you were 17.

As you remained frozen in place, the thoughts in your head started to go berserk, trying to make sense of the situation you found yourself in.

Noah Davis– that one guy who had been your constant since you learned to add and subtract; someone who unexpectedly became the only person whose heart you wanted to have your whole life– was now devouring your lips like it was a normal thing to do. All while you went stiffly pressed against his huge frame. 

His hand caressed your cheek, tilting your chin up when he slightly pulled away before diving right back into you open-mouthed, his chestnut fringe tickling your forehead and making your spine tingle. 

His soft tongue grazed your lips, and you found yourself slowly parting them as you welcomed the taste of alcohol and nicotine… of the kiss you had been wishing for god knows how long.

Your heart wanted to reciprocate so so badly— to have your hand gently caress his warm cheeks, to press your bodies together— but your brain was telling you otherwise. The logical side of you wanted to break away and perhaps slap some sense into your best friend’s head.

This was wrong. So wrong.

What about his girlfriend? 

He proposed… didn’t he?

With all your might, you pushed his chest off you, successfully pulling away from his hungry lips. Groaning from the interruption, Noah kept a tight hold on your hips, not letting go of you just yet.

Your heart was still pounding as you took in the look on his face. The dimly lit room did not stop you from noticing his clenched jaw, his scrunched brows, and the faint quiver of his plump bottom lip. 

“Noah? Let me go,” you breathed out, tapping lightly on his chest. “C’mon, you’re drunk. I am not Alexis.”

He let out a sharp breath as he again rested his forehead against yours. And as if to compensate for the contact that you just deprived him of, his swollen lips moved to reach your neck, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He started to nibble on the skin and place tiny kisses down to your exposed shoulder.

You shut your eyes tight, trying to fight off the warm sensation blooming in your stomach.

This was so fucking wrong.

“Noah…” 

He hummed in response, lightly blowing on the crook of your neck before shamelessly sucking on what he now knew was your sensitive spot. 

“I waited for so long,” he mumbled against your shoulder, both of his arms snaking around your torso to envelop you in a hug. “I thought you were not coming anymore, baby.”

“Noah, I’m not Alex–”

“Shh, baby, it’s okay,” he whispered before pecking the skin that he sucked and left a bruise on. “I’m not mad at you… I will never be mad at you.”

And as if expecting your next move, your best friend did not let you protest any longer as he pressed your bodies together and backed you completely against the wall. Hearing you gasp tugged a playful smirk on his lips, especially when he deliberately slotted his crotch onto your lower belly, making your face heat up with the apparent feeling of his clothed bulge resting on your stomach.

“Noah, w-what are you doing?” You stuttered, your voice breaking and breath quickening, no longer trying to conceal the fear creeping in. “You’re scaring me.”

You tried to search for his eyes, looking for any sign– anything– that would tell you he was just messing around. But his face remained buried in the crook of your neck, ignoring your obvious discomfort. One of his hands moved down to cup your ass, kneading your flesh before pushing your lower body more against his. 

“Please… Noah, you’re drunk.” Feeling your eyes starting to water, you prayed that a part of him could still listen to reason. 

Your hands curled around his shirt as he continued to mouth along your throat down to your collarbone, his arousal grinding against you.

“Noah… you… you do not want me…” You choked back a sob, whispering the words as if you did not want anyone to hear, including yourself. “I– I’m not Lexi...”

A stray tear escaped your eye, your voice now barely a whisper. “You love her… not me.”

And then you felt his movements stop. The sound of clothes rustling and skin touching halted in an instant. 

Noah’s forehead dropped onto your shoulder, and all you could hear was his heavy breathing and the thumping of your heart against your chest.

With your trembling hand, you cradled the back of his head, slowly weaving your fingers with the ends of his overgrown hair. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whimpered.

And just as you were about to push him off, Noah’s shoulders shook lightly. You heaved out a sigh as your hand gently rubbed his back.

“I…” he croaked against your skin. “I love you so much… why- why can’t you understand that?”

Your stomach dropped. 

Nothing could’ve prepared you for this. 

Who would’ve thought that it was still possible to have your already broken heart cut into tiny pieces in just one night?

“Do I… not mean something to you anymore? All those years… those promises we made… are they all for nothing?”

Biting your lip, you chose not to say anything and just let him cry in your arms, your own tears freely shedding with his.

“What does he have that I don’t?” 

Wincing, you muttered a curse. 

You had so many questions running through your head as to why your best friend got shitfaced drunk on what was supposed to be a special night.

Now things started making sense. 

“Just tell me what I can do to fix this… anything…” he hiccuped. “I’ll do anything. Give me a chance to fix us, baby.”

And then you felt his lips on you once again— on your shoulder, towards your collarbone, moving up to your jawline.

“Fuck… let me show you how much I love you…” Noah breathed out, placing a chaste kiss below your ear. His thumb wiped off the tear stains on your face before his lips peppered your cheeks with tiny kisses– each of them lingering as if asking, begging, you to just give him this night.

“Please, baby?” 

Your heart raced anew, your puffy eyes finally meeting your best friend’s lidded ones. 

You knew it was wrong. But what else could you do to ease his pain tonight? (A/N: stupid girl)

Swallowing hard, you scanned his face before sucking in a deep breath– before finding yourself surrendering to the man whom you had willingly let hold your heart in a vice grip.

It’s just a temporary fix, anyway. You had done it with others before; it shouldn’t be a big deal… right?

You had made so many bad decisions for the unrequited love you had for this guy. 

What’s one more?

Right?

Nodding, you slowly whispered, “O-okay.”

–

Sadly, sleeping with your hammered best friend was apparently way more than a bad decision.

Noah had started acting feral when you finally returned his kiss for the first time. All of his softness completely thrown out of the window, he had hungrily devoured you while skillfully moving you to the living room couch without breaking contact. 

Then things happened in a blur. 

You had let Noah undress you, almost ripping off your underwear, before laying you down on the soft cushion and prying your legs open. The next thing you knew, you were squealing as his lips wrapped around your sensitive flesh, tongue poking your entrance. 

And while you let your hand grab onto his hair, you were still afraid of feeling things beyond your activated libido. So you decided to look away, turning your face to stare into the empty television screen instead, as though you could still pretend this was all normal. 

After a few licks, Noah repositioned himself above you, forcibly turning your face towards him to connect your lips. And as your tongues met, you felt his bulbous tip press into your hole, his mouth swallowing your gasp.

“Did you miss me?” He whispered against your ear, his smirk evident in his voice. All while you whimpered at the burn of the unfamiliar stretch. 

Taking him inch by inch, you squeezed your eyes shut as you buried your face into his damp shirt.

He did not even bother taking his clothes off while he spread you completely naked underneath him.

“M’fuck…” he grunted, bottoming out with one hard thrust, forcing a cry from you. Noah chuckled against your neck as he slowly moved, not even giving you time to adjust. “I don’t remember you being this fuckin’ tight… Alexis.”

You couldn’t help but wince– both at the name he called you and the stinging sensation in your core. Noah being drunk did not prepare you much, and given his size, you knew from the beginning this would hurt.

And yeah, it truly did.

Tears that you barely noticed in your eyes started running down your face with each pull and slam of his hips. You chewed on your lower lip, whimpering with the way he moved his shaft along your tight walls.

“Did he ever fuck you like this, hm?” Picking up his pace, Noah grumbled as his mouth moved, tracing the column of your neck down to your exposed chest. He wrapped his lips around a nipple before sucking it and releasing it with a pop. “Is he even bigger than me? Huh?”

All you could do was gasp at the different sensations he was making you feel. While his cock was tearing you open, the way his mouth worked on your body was at least helping distract you from the pain you were feeling down there.

“N-Noah… ah—”

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. Moan my name.” He shifted to a kneeling position, bringing your hips up to meet his thrusts. “M’gonna fucking ruin you for that son of a bitch.”

Noah pounded into you as if his life depended on it, the sound of his grunts and your skin slapping creating a sinking feeling in your stomach. 

Chasing his own high, strings of curses left your best friend’s mouth amid his shameless moans and your quiet whimpers. 

Your hand descended towards your clit, trying to also reach your own peak, at the very least. But you had barely even touched yourself when Noah’s body tensed up, his stuttering hips slamming into you hard as you felt spurts of his warm come shoot inside you.

Panting, he slumped forward, his broad frame going limp on top of you as his cock started throbbed inside your walls.

Not even a small amount of care for your own pleasure.

As he came down from his high, Noah did not bother pulling out. He instead wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling your naked body impossibly close to his clothed one.

“Fuck… Lex, I love you,” he sobbed against your hair, still trying to catch his breath. “I love you so fucking much.”

The sound of your heart breaking hit you once more as he uttered the next words. 

Although you were no longer sure if it was still him that your heart was breaking for.

“I’ll do anything… Just please… don’t leave me.”

–

It was past three in the morning when Noah passed out on top of you on the living room couch. When you finally felt his even breathing and his soft snores, you carefully rolled him off you as you wiggled out of his grasp. Quietly sniffling, you hurriedly picked up your clothes and got dressed. But before heading for the front door, you hesitantly fixed his clothes before draping a throw blanket over his shoulders.

You paused for a second, letting out a sharp breath as you stared at your best friend— at his peaceful sleeping face adorned with little scars and freckles that you had always wanted to trace with your fingers your whole life.

A single tear escaped your eye as you felt your stomach drop anew.

How on earth could you get to this level of stupidity?

How could you throw away the littlest ounce of respect you had left for yourself just to please a guy whom you knew would never feel the same way?

And as you made your way home, you finally let the dam break wide open.

You had never felt so disgusting.

You curled up like an infant as soon as you got into your bed, sobs racking your body so hard as your mind could not stop replaying the things you let your drunk best friend do… the things you forced yourself to take for him despite the repercussions. 

At this point, all you wanted was to drift off and forget. 

But sleep did not come easily. It was as if the universe was punishing you and letting you drown in your miserable thoughts instead of allowing you to forget temporarily.

The hours dragged on and on with you staring into your ceiling, with tears trickling down your temple, with self-deprecating thoughts keeping your mind alive and awake despite your body surrendering to exhaustion. 

It was only when the sun started showing itself that your puffy eyes finally fluttered closed, tear ducts finally running out of supply, the cogs in your brain that have been guilting you finally slowing down.

And a few hours after crying yourself to sleep, your phone started pinging in the corner of your room.

Ruffilo Hey have you heard? Lexi dumped your boy yesterday Turns out she’s been seeing some guy from work for quite some time now Received 08:10 Did Noah still propose? Fuck this is messed up dude Did you know? Is he ok? Received 08:17 Talked to him just now He was so disoriented lmao Told me he needs you. Your boy needs some lovin 😏 Received 12:39

A series of notifications continued lighting up the screen, seemingly taunting you unknowingly while you remained curled up in your bed of self-pity.

Noah🦒Davis Yo Sorry i was fucking wasted last night i forgot to text you Can you come over? Received 12:47 Wait, why is your jacket here lol Did i call you last night? Haha wtf did i do now Received 13:01 Noah🦒Davis calling…  Call missed 13:05 Call missed 13:08 Call missed 13:15 Call missed 14:15 Noah🦒Davis Hey, you still sleeping? Call me back Received 14:16 Noah🦒Davis calling…  Call missed 15:31 Call missed 15:50 Call missed 16:45 Noah🦒Davis Yo sleeping beauty Received 16:48 Noah🦒Davis calling… Call missed 16:59 Noah🦒Davis Are you okay? Received 17:01 Seen 17:15 Noah🦒Davis calling… Call missed 19:15 Noah🦒Davis Are we okay? Received 19:23 Seen 19:31

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