#ceojo

like imagine after feeling stressed from the city life and the pressure of succeeding well in college you are recommended a ranch 3 hours away from where you reside by a friend. "fresh air and one hell of a view. oh and also the owners son is totallyyyy you're type." sure, it was a fair drive but exactly what you needed.

so you make your way over with a twinkle in your eye as soon as spring break hits, silencing your phone from the numerous amounts of texts your receive from the gojo triplets. upon arriving, you struggle to pull out your suitcase as it seems to be lodged under your back seat. was this your karma for not replying to their texts?

you pull and pull until a much larger and muscular arm wraps around the handle and yanks it out with minimal effort. turning to thank the man your face turns pale, tongue suddenly dry and the simple phrase 'thank you' gone with the breeze.

"what's the matter darlin'? looks like you've seen a ghost?"

nevermind, this was definitely your karma.