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✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

First attempt

After swapping numbers with Blaine, Duran spent a few days going back and forth on whether or not he actually wanted to follow through with it. After three days, Duran gathered up enough courage to type out a small message.

[ txt ;; blaine ] hi, it’s duran.

That was stupid sounding. Smacking himself in the forehead, Duran erased the message and slid his phone back into his pocket. He’d worry about this after he finished his homework.

Second attempt

It was a couple of days later. Duran was sitting in the school hallway, reading from a textbook. Actually, he was listening to the Warblers practice. They were talking about something – Regionals coming up or something, it was all meaningless to him. He never before cared about what they sang, since his interests usually were elsewhere, but this time, he felt drawn to them for some reason.

[ txt ;; blaine ] listening to the warblers. kinda reminds me of you.

That was just as stupid as his first attempt. It was probably inappropriate; way too forward for people who barely knew each other. Frustrated, Duran shut his phone off and left. He had one last class to attend anyway, and he didn’t want to be late.

Third attempt

It was evening. Duran was lying on his bed, playing some stupid game on his phone. It wasn’t enough to hold his interest for long, so he closed out of it, only to accidentally open up his contacts. Maybe he could try texting Blaine again. He did have the number, so Blaine was probably expecting something.

[ txt ;; blaine ] whatcha up to?

That message felt too casual. He was never going to get it right at this point, so maybe he could just forget about the guy. They weren’t even really good friends anyway; Blaine was just someone he happened to meet at random. Erasing the text, Duran tossed his phone as he headed downstairs to grab dinner.

Fourth attempt

After grabbing coffee, Duran walked through the main doors of school, greeting some of his friends as they passed by. He was too sleepy to have a functional conversation, and sitting down in class obviously wasn’t going to change that. His professor was droning on and on, leaving Duran in a near stupor as he idly toyed with his phone.

[ txt ;; blaine ] morning classes are shit

What? No, he wasn’t going to send that one. At least that was enough to start waking him up. Erasing the text, Duran shoved the phone into his bag and sipped at his coffee. No more half asleep texts, ever.

Fifth attempt

It was the end of the school day, and Duran surprisingly didn’t have any homework to take with him. This meant another day of going home and either fighting with his brother over chores, or ignoring his family altogether and spending the rest of the evening playing on his pole. On his way home, he pulled his phone out again.

[ txt ;; blaine ] what are some of your favorite songs?

Squeezing his eyes shut, Duran let out a frustrated groan. Why was it so hard to actually hit the ‘send’ button? Why was he so freaking terrible at this? It wasn’t like there was actually anything going on between them. Just because Duran had one little crush didn’t mean he actually had to avoid the guy. It was frustrating, Duran was getting angry at himself, because this whole thing was just so stupid.

Erasing the message, Duran decided to try something else, and he was going to quit second guessing himself. 

[ txt ;; blaine ] sorry I didn’t get back to you sooner, been busy. wanna meet up for lunch sometime?

Message sent.