𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 ☀︎

ʙɪɢ ꜰʟɪʀᴛ | A.R (male)

ABOUT: Adam lists of the reasons why y/n should just get with him...
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lowercase intended.

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"first look at future me. He's ripped so it means i'm gonna be ripped. Second-"

"you know the future hasn't been written yet so..." I cut him off.

He scoffs, "second we literally get together in the future so stop being so stubborn!"

"anything can change, reed," i tell him annoyed, but really i'm not. It's pretty amusing.

adam continues, "boy, please. Future is set. Future me remembers this conversation. You can't get away like that."

He shrugs like it's no biggie.

"it's not happening, reed. You can slap me if i ever decide to get with you. We're in middle school. There shouldn't be an us besides being friends," i tell him.

"blah blah blah, that's all i hear. Look in my eyes and tell me i'm not even attractive," he smirks playfully.

"maybe when you hit puberty, your looks will change for the worse," i laugh at him.

he scoffs offended, "no way, clearly not since future me is... pretty good looking besides that i lost the blonde."

"i like the blonde," i say.

"and i like you," he tells me, smiling.

"we know.. don't worry," i laugh.

"okay, what about this. You get to wake up and know that you're with the most beautiful man alive," he starts bragging about himself.

"first, you're not a man yet. second..." my voice trails trying tot think of another reason.

"soon to be man. and soon to be your husband," he smirks.

"it's time to drop this, adam. It's not happened soon," i say.

"but it will. I literally get shot like how cool is that," he squeaks, while following me as i walk.

"that's not cool. That's dangerous and technically it won't happen because he was in this timeline and got fixed so..." i tell him.

"stop being so... ugh," he whines.

"what do you mean, 'ugh,' adam."

"so difficult," he sniffles, pretending to be sad.

"toughen up, it will get better," i empathize with him.

"i know, cause we're married practically," he laughs.

I sigh, "practically no."

"come on... you can't refuse this," he points to himself while smiling cheekily.

"yes, i can actually," i say.

"nah."

"bro-"

"no, i wanna hear husband," he snickers.

"you better count your days," i smack his head.

"OW," he rubbed his head.

I smile.

"1,2,3,4,5..." he starts counting.

"ADAM!"

"on the top, you get a funny guy," he nods his head, approvingly.

"stop talking."

"...."

"thank you," i sigh happily.

"you're welcome," he smiles then pauses for a second before speaking up, "see, you also get a well-mannered man," he adds on.

"you're not a man-"

"don't crush my dreams!"

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there's actually not much change LOL