Imessage: Jojo

📱imessage: jojo

JOVI: who did that to my poor bb???

JOVI: I'LL FIGHT THEM WITH MY BABY ARMS

chantel: a butt!

chantel: YES U AND I BOTH BC I AM V V UPSET!!1

CHANTEL glanced at him with a grin, before CONTINUING to dance, horribly, might she add. she did, indeed, look like a dying seal. “ what is it that most of you here say ? um... CHILL OUT, is it ? well, blondie... “ she began, moving to tug at his hand & tug him U P. “ chill out. “ she gave him a smile, as she PAUSED for a m o m e n t, glancing at him. “ i am waiting. just once “

           ‘  if you’re gonna dance so OBNOXIOUSLY,  ’ he starts, words slipping past his lips in an easy drawl that’s loud enough to be heard over the music, ‘  at least PRETEND that you can dance W E L L.  ’ he huffs, his arms crossing as he shifts his body down further into his seat. ‘  like – seriously. i don’t need or WANT you flailin’ your arms around like a dying seal.  ’

📱imessage: bodyguard

ashton: ok real emergency there

ashton: who did that

ashton: like is it someone from the staff

chantel: oh no

chantel: no they weren't. such some a-hole who got offended by something i had said. which wasn't even offensive?

chantel: i am confused :-(

NOTHING WILL EVER PREPARE ME FOR THOSE FIRST FOUR SECONDS OF GREEDY BY ARIANA BLESS

“ YOU — “ chantel began, her cheeks heating up in anger. “ are you kidding me ? ! “ she huffed, letting out a scoff as the RAGE bubbled in her chest. she inhaled sharply. “ & god knows i’ll PROBABLY dump water on you when you’re on your bunk. “ she shrugged. “ but seriously, oscar, if you r e c o r d e d it... “

         ‘  you think people recording this would be BAD ?  ’ he raises a questioning eyebrow, a s m i r k  settling easily on thin lips. ‘  it’ll probably be the height of your career, if anything. might give you a boost in album sales. god knows you NEED it.  ’

“ DON’T curse ! “ she retorted back at him, CROSSING her arms as she g  l a r e d up at him. she let out a huff, rubbing her temples. “ you are ridiculous. no, you are not ridiculous. you are...you are... a POOP. yes, a poop. that is what you are. “ she said dumbly, furrowing her eyebrows. “ i can E A S I L Y jump on top of things to get to you, oscar. believe me. “

          ‘  DON’T say shit like that, chantel !  ’ he starts, voice L O U D, tone played up so he sounds S C A R E D rather than sarcastic. ‘  i’m shakin’ with fear.  ’ he continues, exasperated in the way he speaks, mockery & ridicule lacing itself easily into his words. ‘  what’re you gonna DO, exactly ?? steal my phone from me ? you barely reach my shoulders. doubt you’re gonna get anywhere far if i decide to keep it from you.  ’