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โ˜†โ™ฌโ—‹โ™ฉโ—โ™ชโœงโ™ฉ
(don't start the song yet)
(also thank y'all for the nice stuff y'all said on my face reveal i love u guys)





























โ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ข ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐ข ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐›๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐งโž



































๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ž'๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฏ



The day before, after your little lunch with Connie, the boys all went home and hung out since it was the first time in a while that they didn't have practice and weren't out on dates. Believe it or not, the four of them were very open with their emotions when it came to each other. It was almost like a brotherhood, the way that they would vent and comfort each other in confidence.

Tonight was one of those nights, where they put everything on the table, during a smoke session of their own. And because of recent events, they had a lot to talk about. First it went from work and since work was bought up, Trixie was bought up. I think you know where this went next.

"Speaking of Trixie have you talked to her since everything ?" Papi asked, passing the blunt to Connie.

"I've tried not to but it's kinda hard since I have to work with her," he answered before taking a long hit and french inhaling it.

"Yeah plus we have to pretend we like her so we don't fuck up anything with our label," Jean added.

"And what about you and (y/n) ?" Papi took the blunt from Connie to pass to Armin.

Connie stayed quiet about it, hanging himself upside on the couch, his head barely touching the floor. After thinking about the strange stage you guys were in he finally answered. "We've talked it out and stuff but I still feel.."

"Guilty ?" Papi's thoughts accidentally slipped out, causing him to finish Connie's sentence.

"Like shit ?" Eren chimed in.

"Dumb ?"Jean said tilting his head.

Connie glared at the three. "Honestly.. yes. What do I do ?"

"Well she said you guys could try again so just let time do it's thing. Nothing really to do now," Armin responded.

"But don't let her think you got over her when you didn't. Ya gotta stay consistent." And just like that Eren seemed like a genius.

"Well how do I do that ?" Connie sat up to pay closer attention to his friends' advice.

"What did you do when you liked her, before you dated ?" Jean asked.

"I would write her letters and get her cool shit that made me think about her. Oh and showed her cool songs.. Oh and I-"

"Damn bro. We get it. You're a lover boy," Papi interrupted. "But just do that again. She'll get the message."

Connie thought about it before doubting the idea. "Pssh. What if she ends up changing her mind though ? I wouldn't want to let her go."

The boys went quiet while Eren took a hit of the blunt and passed it back to Connie. They sat in the silence why someone figured out how to relieve his deprecating thoughts, until Papi spoke. "I doubt that she would. She likes you too much."

"Yeah. Hey matter of fact, why don't you write her one of those letters you used to and see how she reacts ?"











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(start the song)

The next day, was the first day off you've had in a bit. Sure you would basically be on vacation soon but you wanted to take this day and utilize it for a little bit of self care.

Recently, your life has been a whirlwind of emotions. From stressing yourself out about business affairs, to stressing yourself out about Connie. It was all a little too much. So today, was a day just for you. Nobody else. Today you would be doing the things that you like to do.

First thing you did, was do your hair. You decided to do a simple lace front, since you had some things coming up. It didn't take you long so once you were done it was about 2 in the afternoon. Maybe I should check on everyone, you think to yourself as you pick up your phone. You quickly stopped yourself though. Today was about you.

Next thing you did, was light up a joint. You've been turning to weed quite a bit recently. Not like you were addicted or anything. You just thought of it as a good stress reliever for the time. It definitely wasn't everyday but sometimes you would find yourself rolling up. Plus the sleep you would get after was top tier.

You laid on your back, hanging off the bed, puffing the smoke all around your room. With each inhale, your problems seemed trivial and the universe seemed infinite. Damn this some good shit, you whispered looking at the joint in between your fingers.

The music you were playing on your speaker sounded so.. vibrant. If that made sense. Every instrument, every chord you were able to hear with ease. You closed your eyes and sat up off of your bed.

You danced around your room, until you heard a knock on the door. You kept the joint in your fingers and walked down the stairs, being careful to not trip down the steps. Once you got to the door, you opened the door and leaned against the doorway, expecting for someone to be there.

But nobody was. Instead was a little gift box on your front doorstep. You looked up and down the street but there was no trace of anyone there. You took the bag and bought it back into the house, locking the door behind you. The little tag on the box said "to (y/n)". It was Connie's handwriting.

You were very curious as to what was in it because the gift bag felt as if there was more than one thing in it. However, you didn't want to think about anything concerning him right now. You'll open it after you start to come down. You go back upstairs and place the bag on your bed before continuing to dance around your room.

You took a quick pause to light some incense and open your blinds, so that you could capture the day's light that was warming you up. You took another hit as you noticed a blue jay sitting on the tree that was right outside of your window. Its color was so captivating that when you went back to dance, you ended up tripping and falling. But when you got up, you hit your head on your desk.

You blinked a few times as your rubbed your head. Then you looked at a framed picture of your group of friends but something was off. You were speaking..And I don't mean you you.The you in the photo.. was.. rapping the part of the song you were listening to.


๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ง๐š ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ
๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐๐ ๐ž

๐ข ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ
๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐š๐

๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ข ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ
๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค

๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž
๐›๐ž๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐š๐ฌ



You tilted your head trying to figure out what the hell was in this weed. But you shrugged it off and started vibin' out with lil shawty in the picture. That is until the picture stopped rapping. You finished off the joint and laughed at the games your head was playing with you.

You definitely weren't down from your high however, you went over to your bed and picked up the gift bag. You looked inside and inside of it was a little wrapped box, an envelope, a box of your favorite candy and a single daisy.

You opened the envelope first.








To : (y/n)

I felt as though talking through mail is easier. you know since that is what we used to do when i was away and everything.

i know we kinda cleared everything up last time we spoke in your room. but i really want you to know im sorry for the whole thing. and even the awkwardness. you say you forgive me and you believe me. but i still cant help to think i made you felt how jay did. i broke my promise.

and i cant imagine the anguish i've caused. (armin helped me with that vocab word btw. i had asked him what was a strong enough word to describe what i meant and he said this) you deserve so much more than what i did.

but i promise i'll do better for you and like i told you time and time again, i wont hesitate to keep on trying because you really are special to me. you make me forget about all my problems. i always feel relaxed when it comes to you.

but anyways besides from the sappy shit. i got you this gift in the box because i saw it and it reminded me of the day we met. im sure you remember so just open the box.

and if you opened the box before the letter this would look really dumb but i knew you wouldnt so its okay.

- connie <3








You smiled at the paper, happy to see that he never lost his touch when it came to being thoughtful and writing letters. You reached to the smaller box and pulled it out. It was wrapped in purple gift wrap.

You carefully ripped it open, revealing a small jewelry box with another little note taped on it.








from : connie

to : my amethyst








You opened the box, revealing a gold necklace with a caged amethyst pendant dangling from it. It was beautiful. And his note made it more sentimental. It was just like the one you used to have when you guys met but ever since then, you lost it. But for some reason finding another one to replace it was so hard to do. It seemed like everywhere you looked had every crystal but amethyst.

You picked up your phone to send him a quick text, thanking your.... friend.








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๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
hey
thanks for the necklace
it was very sweet :)

๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ž
no problem, glad you liked it <3

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