naomscampbell:

fred-mclair:

I don’t think I’ve missed much, have I?

 Only a massive amount of partying.

So nothing new.

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katiefeckingfitchbabe:

fred-mclair:

I don’t think I’ve missed much, have I?

Not particularly. There’s nothing to do. We need something fun, a party. I need to get high actually.

I’m in.

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I don’t think I’ve missed much, have I?

thatwouldbe-triple-j:

fred-mclair:

Yeah, I know Freds. I love her too. I like that you and everyone else just forgets that. But it doesn’t really matter anymore. You and her are happily in a sadistic-masochistic back and forth relationship. But on a slightly lighter note—I can now play “It’s A Small World” on the ukulele like a pro. 

But what happened to that girl I’ve been seeing you with? She’s kind of hot. You always know exactly how to make me feel like a shitty friend. And, that song used to give me nightmares as a kid. 

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katiefeckingfitchbabe:

fred-mclair:

As long as he isn’t trying it on with me. I don’t mind. I’m not up for getting Chlamydia or whatever he’s got. Um, well, when and where? I can meet you at the shed and we can go get JJ and that if you’d like?

Which I’m sure he has. Cook’s kissed me, for crying out loud. I don’t even want to think about how many diseases he has — nevertheless, I guess that sounds like a good idea. Karen and Dad are out doing something I don’t know about because I don’t pay enough attention, so I’ll be seeing you soon.

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thatwouldbe-triple-j:

fred-mclair:

I wouldn’t mind that, no. And it’s not like I don’t like Effy. I don’t blame you and Cook for following her around like lost puppies and leaving me to sit around in my room and try to figure out how to play the ukulele—which by the way, I have mastered. She has boobs. And I do not.

Effy isn’t just a toy that I drool over. She chose me, anyways, yeah? Cook realized that himself, luckily, as I think you should. You’re right, I have sort of been abandoning you, but I don’t regret it. She’s great, J. 

- Good luck with your ukulele, by the way. That shit’s kind of hard to play.

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rae-armstrongs:

fred-mclair:

Well, Freddie it’s nice to meet you. And if you’re going to or not, yes, I am from America.

You too, Rae. Ah, America? I sort of figured, y’know, with your accent and all. Why are you here now?

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katiefeckingfitchbabe:

fred-mclair:

Cook’s probably outers. I did speak to him earlier, and he told me off for not texting him or saying hi. My mother always moans about Emily and James though and it just gets on my nerves. Why don’t some of the gang get together and go out? I’ve got some pills here? 

‘Course he told you off, he tells everyone off for everything and anything. Pst, I’m totally up for that, Katie. 

(via ifyourstillbreathingyouarelucky)

thatwouldbe-triple-j:

fred-mclair:

I’m sleeping just fine. Just slightly irritated. I haven’t hung out with either or Cook in what feels like decades since Effy came round.

I-I guess you’re right. I haven’t seen her for a bit. I can come to your place soon, if you’d like.

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rae-armstrongs:

fred-mclair:

I’m Rae. And you must be…?

I’m Freddie. Freddie Mclair.

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