Page 42 of Contrition

Alas, I have not run away from you brooding men. I just have morning plans with the drummer of Obsidian Static. AND I have to buy a new shirt since SOMEONE ripped mine.

I’ll see you at your show tonight <3

PS: I am sore as fuck. One of you is giving me a back massage tonight.

“Theo!” I yelled, even as I found myself smiling down at my phone. “Check your phone, dumbass!”

As I typed up my response, I heard his footsteps nearly running to his own bedroom.

Me

You gave us a heart attack.

I changed her contact name in my phone right as my phone buzzed, telling me she had already responded.

Estrella

Duh. Why do you think I labeled this group chat the way I did?

Gotta keep you old men on your toes.

Theo

I’ve been crying, princess.

I thought you left.

You’re coming back?

Estrella

Obviously. If I wanted to ghost you, I would do a better job than this.

International…..SUPERSPYYYYY

I burst out into laughter as Theo walked back into the room shaking his head.

She hadn’t left.

We would be okay.

I typed out my own response before tossing my phone on the bed.

Me

We deserved that.

You’re still being punished later for this stunt though. Maybe. Maybe I really am just the asshole.

See you tonight, pretty girl.

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“Estrella!” I called out as I saw a flash of black and green hair jogging towards our security tent. She stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of my voice and turned around slowly. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

I had been debating the course of action and how I wanted to give her something for hours at that point, and I was sure that one of the guys was about to behead me. Especially as I kept droning on and on during our practice round of the additional song.

I needed to rip the Band-Aid off.

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