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Me: I’m sorry, I’m ready.

Chase: You’re going to laugh at me.

Me: I promise I won’t.

Chase: Mhm.

Me: Promises are everything.

Chase: People break them every day.

Me: I don’t.

As long as I don’t fall in love with you and you live a seperate life.

Chase: Fine…

Chase: I don’t know why I’ve been thinking about this so much lately but…

Chase: I think you’re one of the most intriguing people I’ve ever talked to in my life, and I never want to meet you.

Me: ...thank you?

Chase: I’m not done.

Chase: It’ll ruin everything. What if you don’t like me or I don’t like you. I look forward to your text messages and how you always seem to make me roll my eyes and wish I never messaged you back in the first place.

Me: This is getting worse.

Chase: I want to make a deal.

Me: There’s more to this?

Chase: Always is.

Me: Alright...shoot.

Chase: If we aren’t dating someone within a year, we meet.

Me: Seriously?

Chase: Yes.

Me: What if I make up dating someone?

Chase: You promised, remember?

Me: I promised not to laugh.

Chase: Again, I don’t know why I talk to you—seriously you’re annoying.

Me: Must be you imagining me underneath you all the time that gets you to stay.

Chase: Stop.

Me: You don’t? I’m insulted…

Chase: You’re changing the subject.

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