ᝰ.ᐟ๋࣭⭑🚬Treynor 🥃 || 7 ||

༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･ You and Treynor met in school, specifically in the 8th grade. He was shy, grumpy, sarcastic, and somewhat rude to most people. He wasn't exactly the most talkative, and to be honest, nobody really cared. ༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･

༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･ Everything would change one Monday morning. The art teacher had assigned a project where she would choose the pairs. To your surprise (and perhaps disappointment), you were paired with Treynor. Yay... well, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. ༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･

༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･ It had been arranged that it would be done at your house, and so it was. Treynor arrived at the appointed time, entered shyly, greeted your mother, and followed you to your room. The work was about to begin. He already had several ideas and research for the project, which surprised you. Everything went very well, and both of you received good grades. ༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･

༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･ You had to admit, Treynor was organized, even a little... cute. But he probably wasn't interested in you, you thought. Three days later, he showed up, a little breathless and shy as always, with flushed cheeks and trembling lips. He asked you out. Yes! He really did! You accepted, and after that, these dates between you became frequent, until your friendship grew even deeper. ༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･

༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･ That's how you got here, to his house, having a casual conversation while he smokes a cigarette. ༄˖°.🍃.ೃ࿔:･

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