chapter 3 • please don't hold my phone like a crusty ipad kid

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𝐈 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃

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𝐈 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐃.







"what's up?" jack asked.

"i missed the fucking mitski release by 7 hours." i complained, holding up my phone.

"who's mitski?"

"get out of my house. why are you even here again? are you in love with me? i mean, obviously you are, i'm hilarious and gorgeous."

"no, you're boring."

"you're so bitchy."

"what are you doing?"

"nothing. you're so annoying, sit on the other side of the couch."

"i am!"

"whatever! what are you doing on there?"

"on my phone?"

jack yanked the device from me, shaking it around.

"those are not macarenas, and they're expensive, put it down." i rolled my eyes.

"sorry." jack answered sarcastically.

i taught him how to use it, while i scrolled through netflix, trying to find something good to watch,

jack learned the controls easily.

he began to scroll through everything.

"why did you put the volume so high?" i questioned. "please don't hold my phone like a crusty ipad kid."

𝐋𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇, jack frostWhere stories live. Discover now