instagram ⇔ lucas j zumann

FIFTY-FOUR.

normal text is poppy.
italic text is lucas.
underlined text is nolan.

"bro, you gotta hella followers on instagram."

"mm, it seems i do nolan."

"how many fucking nudes do
you get sent a day?"

"do you mind posting with me or
giving me a shoutout?"

"just have my phone and shout
yourself out."

"fuck, seriously!"

"damn, im gonna pull all the la-"

"nolan, why don't you go outside,
there's better reception there."

"kay babe. see you guys in 10."

"im gonna be fucking famous yall."

"jesus christ, i couldn't stand
another second with him."

"stop being so mean."

"i gave him my goddamn phone,
you're the mean one kicking
him out!"

"fine, you got me! he was
being annoying as fuck."

"i knew it!"

"why are you with him then?"

"he's a good kisser."

"and i wasn't?"

"oh shut up lucas, don't start
with that flirty stuff when
my boyfriend is outside."

"no it's genuine question,
was i a good kisser or not?"

"better than him."

"what was that? i couldn't hear
you. could you say it a bit louder?"

"fuck you lucas, you're a
better kisser than him ok?"

"that's all i wanted to hear."

"good because im not
giving out anymore compliments today."

"aw poppy, you were
a good kisser too."

"i miss-"

"lucaaas, my brother! that shit
is so crazy, i already gained
a hundred followers!"

"that's great, babe."

"yeah, that's great, nolan."

"baby, i can finally understand
why you have so many
goddamn followers."

"could it be because im pretty?"

"no, no. you're not
alexis ren, that girl is sexy.
it was lucas."

"mm. thanks."

"did you really have
to talk about her like that?"

"what? i was just saying
she wasn't the sexiest."

"just fuck off, man."

"how about you fuck off?
look at you trailing after
my girlfriend like a lovesick puppy!"

"that's really not what is happening here. i was being a good friend and accompanying poppy and her douchebag boyfriend to starbucks. which in fact, has the shittest coffee and the shittest wifi. and you may not have known this about your girlfriend, but she fucking despises this place too."

"whatever, dude.
i thought we were chill. im leaving."

"text you later babe."

"yeah, we'll see about that."