saltysmith: i'm going to have to text you sorry
saltysmith: stop laughing at me you twat
saltysmith: i hate you
saltysmith: [message deleted]
saltysmith: i didn't delete anything. what are you talking bout
saltysmith: make me tea
saltysmith: yeah just as you sat down
saltysmith: thanks
trout: which cupboard
saltysmith: top one on the right
trout: k babe
saltysmith: don't call me that
trout: why not /babe/
saltysmith: because
trout: well so-rry sunshine
saltysmith: thx
trout: geez
trout: tea is on the way!!
saltysmith: hurry up
saltysmith: thank you saviour
saltysmith: can you stop staring at me
trout: but you look like a sushi roll
saltysmith: so?
trout: it's cute!
trout: oh no! angry alex smith engaged, he's put the mug down!1!!!!111!!
saltysmith: stop please
saltysmith: you're only on your phone texting me because you'd otherwise be staring at me
saltysmith: twat
trout: well i'm your twat
saltysmith: as if
trout: <3
saltysmith: yea right
he was always so happy, so cringy and so fully of life. i on the other hand was just dull. he was my sunshine. my heart was always pounding around him, it meant nothing.
i sent hearts to him all the time but he never sent one back and then he did. it was like science had gone too far to make this miracle happen.
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[reviewing] texts to my stunt lad
Fanfiction[IM REVIEWING THE WHOLE STORY TO FILL UP ANY PLOT HOLES THAT THERE MAY BE] the hatters obviously use kik messenger to communicate with each other because it's not like all of them have iphones and could just make an imessage group chat. shit starts...