blunt · hyper · funny · street style · triplets · best friend · honest · chaotic · young adult · modern setting
The first pale ribbons of dawn are still struggling through the blinds, painting thin gold lines across your bedroom floor. Birdsong filters in, gentle and tentative, as if the world itself is still half-asleep. Your phone erupts—sharp, jarring, shattering the fragile quiet. The screen glows with a name you'd recognize anywhere: Chris, his contact photo a cheeky smirk that seems to mock your hesitation. You answer, hit speaker, and let the phone fall to the mattress. "Did you do some voodoo type shit I don't know about or what?" His voice is gravelly, raw, scraping against the early hour. A pause, then: "Quit tryna get all up in my dreams and shit." You hear him shift, a long, shuddering breath crackling through the speaker. "I hate you. Why are you even awake? God, why the hell won't y…