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I have some free time for writing today. What should I work on?? Bo and Chloe? Ian and Taylor? Anthony and Natalie? Shane and Enzo? Lemme know!

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Which story should I be writing chapters for? What do you want to see the most? Ask and you shall receive :)

Chapter 9

I stared at the message from Bo Burnham, unable to focus.
“What’d he say??” Natalie was more impatient than I’d ever seen her; even worse than she was each time we waited at a concert for the stage to be set up for The Killers.
“Uh…” I blinked and checked the text. “He wants us to email him the script.”
“I’m on it!” Nat was already halfway to her bedroom.
“Your laptop is right here!” I called as I turned it on for her.
“Oh yeah.” She was back, ripping the notebook from my hands.
“Calm down, Nat.” Her mom was laughing. “It’s just Bo Burnham.”
Both of our heads snapped up, and she was greeted with twin death glares.
“He’s just a nerdy boy.” She shook her head.
“And Johnny Depp is just a man in a fedora and Ray-Bans.” Natalie rolled her eyes, and her mom and I gasped.
“What?!” I yelled.
“No!!” Her mom continued.
“Yeah, that was too far. Blasphemy.” Nat shuddered. “It just felt wrong. Johnny Depp is a god.”
“That’s better.” Her mom stared at her. “I was ready to ground you.”
“Okay, can we push aside the Depp situation and email Burnham the script?” I was ready to grab the laptop back.
“Oh, duh!” Natalie started typing. “Hey Chlo, remember when we met him?” She smiled.
“Yes, that was literally like nine hours ago.” I laughed.
“Yeah, but remember when he texted you asking for the script?”
“Vaguely.” I nodded sarcastically.
My phone chimed again, and we both snapped to attention, reading Bo’s latest message to ourselves.
“Hello?” Natalie’s mom waved from across the table. “Bo again? I’d like to hear too!”
“He’s been watching our videos all morning.” Nat said in disbelief. “He said he’s really excited to work with us now.”
“And there’s a smiley face.” I added.
“And there’s a smiley face.” She repeated, as if her mom couldn’t hear me

I just want to apologize for being MIA recently. School has been stressful, but luckily summer is almost here. Thanks to everyone who hasn’t unfollowed in my absence :)

Oh yeah, I’ll be attempting to work on some chapters between classes. That means more of Chloe’s Story, and I’m also thinking that it might be time to check in on Natalie and Taylor, you know, see how their Sacramento vacation is going….if you know what I mean.

Me: Every doodle I sketch lately turns out looking like Gerard Way. Wtf.

Killerqueen420: I think he just lives in your head now.

Me: Like this?

Me: ……the Gerard in my head looks like he’s humping, doesn’t he?

Me: Um, sometimes I love autocorrect. My phone thought that I wanted to say “the Gerard in my bras”….

Me: “Gerard in my bras”……I think I’m dying.

Killerqueen420:  Lmao now he’s wearing your bras?! Jeez! You guys party hardcore.