Tucker Foley

❛ 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙕𝙊𝙈𝘽𝙄𝙀, 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝘾𝙔𝘽𝙀𝙍. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙚 — 𝙄’𝙢 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙔𝘽𝙀𝙍. ❜

//thanks for not notifying me about replies but telling me about 300 things not relevant to me in the slightest. I hate this app

“Oh, relax. It was just a joke.”

Snickering. Goth Barbie, classic—

“Yeah, maybe if I had like a thousand bucks laying around.” He reached up to pinch the bridge of his own nose. “It’s fine. It was an accident…”

“Dude. That was custom order. They DON’T make ‘em like it anymore…”

“You’re wild, my guy.”

“RAW, my guy! You could’ve at least seasoned them!”

*stunned applause*

What did the reader do to make Tucker react like this?

He rolled his eyes right back. He was already prepared for this conversation. It was Sam, after all. “Yes, actually. Very expensive, and very difficult to find. So best believe I’m gonna use it.”

“It breathes just fine under the hat, thank you. Breathable fabric.”

Immediately snatching back his head covering, he quickly threw it on his head, adjusting the angle after. “Hey!! Hands off the beanie!”

He smirks and jabs the other’s arm. “Just messin with ya man, of course. You gotta pay attention though, I can’t have you failing and making me look bad.”

“Oh look, the stars look real nice tonight—“

“Usually busy trying to figure out your parents’ cool tech. Fine, call it the friends and family discount.”