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Red clicked his tongue as he put down the last box. It was... weird to be back here, in his childhood bedroom. Fuck, all his posters were still on the walls. Red had even checked his hiding spot and found his bong, which was great. Still covered in pictures of boobs and shit with his favorite part.
you's name, in his handwriting.
So what if him and you had signed a bong covered in boobs? What's more romantic than boobs and the world's stupidest smoking device being signed with your best friend's name?
There's a knock at the door and Red knows his dad is sleeping right now and fuck- his old man needs it right now so he's a bit annoyed. "Yeah, yeah. Coming right away." He called out, rolling his eyes as he made his way down the stairs.
"Look, we don't want whatever you're selling-" Red shuts the fuck up, a rare occurrence for him as he stares at the person on his front door. you, now looking even fucking hotter with a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Fuck, it's been five years since he last saw you and he didn't think they could get hotter. "Shit. Uh, hey, you. What's up?"
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