Maria:I haven’t heard from either of them in a while
Peter:Same
Summer:Every Sunday, Alex sends me a link to his favorite music reaction video that week
Summer:It’s usually the same Phil Collins song each time
Carah:In the Air Tonight? OH LOOOOOOOOOORD
Summer:That’s the one
Summer:It’s like being rickrolled, only with an unexpected beat drop three minutes into the song
Summer:Philrolled, I suppose
Summer:Alex’s knowledge of music seems to have stopped somewhere in the eighties or early nineties
Summer:Anyway, my point is, he didn’t send me a link on Sunday
Summer:I wrote him because I was worried
Summer:I haven’t heard back, and now I’m even MORE worried
Maria:Want me to stop by his house? I can do it tomorrow.
Carah:I’ll come with you
Marcus:Hey everyone
Marcus:Alex is going through a rough patch right now
Marcus:He appreciates your concern and sends his love, but no house visits
Marcus:Give him a little time, and he’ll be fine and back online
Carah:If someone hurt Alex, I will fucking GUT them
Maria:Get in line, my good bitch
Mackenzie:Whiskers’s claws are very sharp and could probably disembowel someone
Mackenzie:Couldn’t they, Whiskers, couldn’t they
Peter:Damn
Peter:Whiskers goes HARD
Peter:Marcus: whatever Alex needs, we’re there
Peter:Apparently that includes Whiskers and his Claws of Death
Marcus:Alex knows
Marcus:He knows, and he will fucking love you for it forever.
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BATHED IN WARM, EARLY-MORNING SUNLIGHT, LINDA SANGalong to her playlist as she spread butter over Alex’s toast and sprinkled sugar and cinnamon on top.
