05-20-2018, 12:25 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Elias could have sworn that he was holding his breath for the next few seconds. He... hadn't known what to expect, really. He hadn't even thought of the possibility of "noods" being short for something else, but he had thought of it to be an "alternate spelling" for some other word. It was really random and unexpected, though. Bianca was his friend... and not even a close friend, at that. Where was this coming from, and why?
He almost wanted to shut off his phone right then and there, or maybe block her number. Elias didn't know what he would respond back with. He didn't even know if he could at all.
The bare-chested man laid on his side, the screen illuminating his creasing features. Then, his phone buzzed: an image. Elias gulped and opened the conversation between him and Bianca, only to realize that the only "noods" he saw her actual fucking noodles. Eli was really confused, though Bianca clarified what she meant. A slow exhale escaped him; a sigh of relief. Jesus Christ, what was she trying to do? Freak him out? Bianca; what a damn joker. Not really actually Eli replied, his thumbs pattering against the screen. You should put some spaghetti sauce on that It was followed by, Or pesto He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing eating pasta so late at night. Granted, he was a bit of an early sleeper, but that was only because he worked late hours.
He almost wanted to shut off his phone right then and there, or maybe block her number. Elias didn't know what he would respond back with. He didn't even know if he could at all.
The bare-chested man laid on his side, the screen illuminating his creasing features. Then, his phone buzzed: an image. Elias gulped and opened the conversation between him and Bianca, only to realize that the only "noods" he saw her actual fucking noodles. Eli was really confused, though Bianca clarified what she meant. A slow exhale escaped him; a sigh of relief. Jesus Christ, what was she trying to do? Freak him out? Bianca; what a damn joker. Not really actually Eli replied, his thumbs pattering against the screen. You should put some spaghetti sauce on that It was followed by, Or pesto He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing eating pasta so late at night. Granted, he was a bit of an early sleeper, but that was only because he worked late hours.
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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