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Saturday
Jamiebear❤️❤️
10:25 am
hi its James :)
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you changed Jamiebear❤️❤️ to James
11:30 am
Hello.
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heyy, how are you?
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Good, you?
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great!
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Good, bye
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byee, see u saturday!!
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Regulus dropped his phone face down, carelessly as he let out a noise of frustration into his pillow. What was happening to him? He had gotten that fluttering feeling in his stomach as soon as James texted him. This was ridiculous. James was ridiculous. He definitely did not have a crush on his brother's best friend. God, that made him sound twelve. He did not have a crush. That feeling in his stomach was probably hatred. Yes. That was reasonable. He did like James once when he was younger. He was over that now. Definitely over James. Right?
James
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Saturday
Jamiebear❤️❤️
10:25 am
hi its James :)
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you changed Jamiebear❤️❤️ to James
11:30 am
Hello.
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heyy, how are you?
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Good, you?
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great!
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Good, bye
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byee, see u saturday!!
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James felt extremely guilty for saving Regulus as that on his phone. He snuck a glance over to his flatmate. He was peacefully drifting in and out of sleep. Sirius Black was his best friend since the day they met when they were 11. He always got embarrassed when James told the story of the four boys that fit together like puzzle pieces. Honestly, James found it a joyous pleasure to reminisce those memories,but he hadn't been through half that the black brothers had.
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From an early age, Sirius had realised that he was just his parents' puppet, that they could pull and twist to their every desire. At first, he admired his parents, thinking they were successful in life and settled down. Only one year into his life, Regulus was born. Oh, how Sirius had dreamt of a brother to nurture and cherish. Once Regulus was born, his parent's new that they had a spare heir, so Sirius began to become slowly less important to his family. By the age of 5, Sirius had been harshly enlightened by the scars on his arms and legs,that his parents were the utter opposite of angels. From as young as the age of 6, Regulus was Sirius' responsibility. He vowed to take care of him until his dying breath. The abuse worsened substantially, to the point where each day, the boys were fighting for their lives until...
One left.
It was a rainy autumn day when Sirius showed up at the Potter residence, looking dishevelled and bloodied. He had been beaten to a pulp. His eyes were still there, but around them was a ring of mulberry purple and a dancing wisp of blood. James loved to remember everything, every movement, every feeling. But, the jagged movement of his best friend's,no, his brothers shoulders as his wails and screams mixed and mingled with the busy noises of the city. He never did know what went on in that household after Sirius left. What happened to poor innocent 'perfect' Regulus.
---------------------------------------------------------‐------‐-----------‐------------------ He was happy Sirius was sleeping, not so that he was able to hide his phone from him, but because he became accustomed to jolting awake, at the sound of Sirius' screams.
You: Tommorow then, Baby Black.