💥cool kids💥

dead flame 🔥 – ash
bitch face 💁‍♀️ – bella
honorary man 💪 – silas
music menace 🎸– ezra

honorary man 💪
https://www.eonline.com/
news/4201155/ash-laurier-to-
release-debut-album
The hype is starting...

bitch face 💁‍♀️
have u showed any1 else the
first track?

honorary man 💪
YOU'VE HEARD SOME OF THE
ALBUM?!?!

bitch face 💁‍♀️
oop... 👀

music menace 🎸
im helping produce so im
waaayyyy ahead of both of
you

honorary man 💪
ASH YOU BETTER RESPOND
QUICK
I'M GONNA DRIVE TO YOUR
HOUSE IN A SEC 😡

dead flame 🔥
dude calm down i'm outside
ur house
i was coming over to show you
the songs

honorary man 💪
Oh yeah...
Sorry whoops

dead flame 🔥
let me in then
i brought milo
and swim stuff

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» Ash's pov «

As I sent the last message, Milo started barking. Silas had always been his favourite besides me. The pooch never failed to get spoiled whenever Silas was close by; he even had his own bed and treats cupboard at his house. As my laptop started to slip from under my arm, Silas finally appeared at his front door.

"Quick grab my laptop or there won't be an album for you to listen to"

Silas looked at me, his face contorted with confusion before he finally realised what was about to happen and grabbed my laptop as it started to fall.

"Do you really not back up your music? You play a risky game Laurier"

I chuckled before taking the laptop back and walking into his house. Silas was probably the most sensible when it came to money and his house was proof of that. Its simple mid-century design, paired with the sloped garden and pool meant it was both a wonderful place to live and a great investment. The garden seemed to carry on into the horizon, making you feel like you were the only people alive.

"I set up the living room speakers for this listening party. I am VERY excited"

I loved how excited Silas was for this, his fluffy brown hair bouncing in time with his erratic movements. He was the only one who knew the full story about my parents and was the first friend I made. We met at a Vanity Fair party after my modelling debut.

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「oct 2016」

Ash stood at the farthest corner of the party, champagne in hand, trying to muster up an ounce of courage to talk to someone. Everyone there was already deep in conversation about things Ash had yet to discover. A tall figure approached her, dressed up in an all-black suit. His hair a caramel brown appeared unkempt and yet beautify styled at the same time framed a chiselled jawline and a slightly crooked smile. His eyes seemed to soften as they fell on Ash, a sympathetic gaze plastered across his face.

"You know there's no point coming to the parties if you're not even going to drink the champagne"

"I've got a glass" she responded rather sheepishly, barely making eye contact with the gentleman.

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