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send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine
Charlie scrolled through her phone as the words blurred. Alcohol coursed through her veins as her head swirled insistently. Her thumb rested on Brock’s contact picture, before hitting the call button quickly. The phone rang only a few times before the boy’s voice came through her speaker, “Heyyyyy, Brock! Remember that time you gave me your shirt? That was so nice. You’re… so nice. You should proby go shirtless more… often.” Her words were slurred and she giggled into the phone, “I love you, shirtless. You’re niccce and fun..ny.” She giggled again, “I really wanna kiss you or somethin’..” She paused again. “No! I’m not drunkin’, God!”
















