#| nova |

send ✉ for a un fucking sent text

[text - unsent]: I’m so glad to have you in my life. Things have been so crazy lately with me, it’s been hell actually, and it’s so nice to have someone so pure and nice as you. I really hope I don’t fuck this up, I really like spending time with you.

send ❤ for an i fucking love you text

[text]: Text me when you get home, I need to know you are okay. 

[text]: Seriously, won’t be able to sleep until you text me, missy. Love you. 

send ✔ for yes of course you fucking can text

[text]: Do you trust me?

Alexander rose a brow at his friend’s obvious dramatic and loud words about his truthfully lame attempt of a joke, puzzled for the slightest of moments before frowning, taking a deep breath afterwards “Are you drunk? How much have you been drinking? You are twenty years old Reese” the bartender warned, reaching over to take the youngest’s glass and giving it a sniff before narrowing his blue hues at the other “I’m so gonna get fired if anyone sees you like this. Where’s Pippa and why isn’t she taking care of you?” the eldest asked, rolling his eyes at the slur of an answer the other provided about not being a little kid or something along those lines, a tiny smile forming in his lips giving away his amusement “Yeah, yeah. I’m gonna make some coffee, you wait right there or else I’ll find you and drag your ass home. Don’t try to sweet-talk me into thinking you are less than plastered. I wasn’t even done with the joke you dummy.” 

“Are you crying?” - Nova