The Chat Crax

Once upon a time, a boy named Chord dated a girl named Emma, and it was grand and lovely and then, rumor has it, she broke his heart. And, to us, breaking Chord Overstreet’s heart is like kicking a puppy. It’s bad, is what we’re saying. We’re sure (or at least J is; H still thinks J is naive), in general, Em’s a really nice girl with a promising acting career, but we weren’t too happy to discover incriminating instagram pictures on 31 March 2012, which pretty much confirmed they were together again, or at least shared a mutual appreciation for waffle fries, milkshakes, and processed chicken with pickles on top. So then we spent the entire Sunday morning of 1 April chatting about it (as you do) on Google Talk, although pretty quickly it turned into something else entirely. (Note from H: This fic is entirely in 'chat' format FYI)