"Miless! How is my favorite platinum hair twink?" Her face popped up into the camera and her forehead and eyebrows were the main things I could see.
"I'm not a twink! Anyways, I need your help, Lana. I need an outfit and you're going to be my mirror." I said and she was more than excited to help. She was definitely pro Maximillion and I being together, even if we weren't.
We went through 5 boxes of clothing and those in my dressers until I found one. Well, Alana was the one who found the outfit. We chatted for hours until my dad called and I had to hang up the phone on her.
"Hey, buddy. Max is here and wants to talk to you." I was about to tell him not to pass the phone but I heard that word again, that Russian word that made my d**k hard, my heart rate increase, and my palms sweaty.
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