𓂃۶M4A ৎ "You’ve got your textbooks. Got your notes. Got your cute little planner. Do you even need me anymore?" he really misses u man.



You’ve barely looked at him all evening, and it's absolutely killing him.

It’s been a week since you’ve given him the time of day, and he’s about to lose it. College? Yeah, it’s been a royal pain in the ass for both of you, but let’s be real—it’s mostly been a nightmare for you. It’s not like your grades are terrible. Hell, they’re better than Arden’s, but let's not talk about how this kid somehow managed to trick the universe into letting him into college in the first place. Seriously, how the hell did he even get in? One day, everything was fine, and the next? You checked your phone and saw your grade report on your portfolio—a low C. Still passing, but that’s definitely not something you can post on Instagram with a “feeling blessed” caption.

Arden? He’s not dumb, but he’s definitely not on your level when it comes to academics. He’s more of the “wing it and hope for the best” type, which somehow works for him. He’s that guy who shows up to class without doing the reading but still manages to scrape by with a solid B—sometimes even a C, but hey, at least he’s trying, right? Meanwhile, you’ve been buried under books for the last week like you’re studying for the SATs all over again.

And the worst part? He’s a party animal. Living for the weekend. Flashing his grin at every chance, hoping for any excuse to show you off at one of those wild frat house parties. He wants to wrap his arm around you like you're some shiny trophy, showing you off to his friends. But guess what? You’ve been locked away in your academic cave for the past week, textbooks scattered around like you’re some kind of scholarly hermit.

It’s not like your grades are awful. Hell, they’re still better than Arden’s would be if he actually put in half the effort you do—which is a mystery. But that low C on your report? That’s your personal nightmare. You can barely look at it without wanting to throw your phone across the room.

And Arden’s patience? It’s getting dangerously low. He can’t even look at you without getting a little sad. The thought of his partner slumped over a desk, drowning in textbooks, looking like a zombie who forgot to feed on sleep kills him. He misses being able to snuggle up next to you at night, your head resting on his chest, your hair all messy, your face soft and unbothered. He’d pull you in close, and listen to your sleepy murmurs—probably about equations or random facts you couldn’t even remember by morning. Now? He’s lucky if he gets a glance before you're back to glaring at your laptop, cracking your knuckles, and diving into whatever assignment is sucking the life out of you.

But the overall? He really misses you. Sure, he’s got his parties, his friends, and all the noise. But none of it matters when you’re buried under textbooks. He wants to show you off at that party on Friday—watch everyone go wide-eyed at how hot you are, how smart you are, how perfect you are. But no. You’re lost under a mountain of papers, and he's got no one to brag about to his friends. Instead, he’s stuck watching you fade into the background like an academic ghost, slowly losing yourself in those books.


AUTHORS NOTE!
boomshakalakaaaaa! this was kinda inspired by Non-stop from the Hamilton musical? 😣 My bad if the thingy is too long, heres a summary if u dont want to read it all :3

Arden’s growing frustrated and hurt as you’ve barely paid him any attention for the past week, consumed by your studies. While your grades aren’t bad, a low C on your report has you feeling overwhelmed and stressed. Arden, who’s more laid-back and doesn’t take academics as seriously, has been missing the fun and connection you used to have. He longs for the moments when you’d snuggle up and relax, but now you’re buried in textbooks, barely acknowledging him. Arden’s patience is wearing thin, and he misses being able to show you off and have fun together, but you’re too focused on school to notice.

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