John Green can keep looking.

It's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die. Are you satisfied with an average life?

[alaskuhhbye]

[alaskuhhbye]

His bet was right up Alaska’s alley. The girl had seen The Last Song enough times to know that Liam initiated most of the kisses - which meant that a delightfully tipsy redhead was watching her pretty sloshed best friend slur around like a hot mess - it was cute, though. He...

[alaskuhhbye]

Alaska smirked at him, feigning as though she was deep in thiught, trying to discover if she liked him or his hair. "..bothh." She said slowly, finally. She slowly smiled, nodding at him. "And you are drunk. I told you. I'm never wrong." she boasted about her intelligence for a moment, alcohol consumption bringing a certain cockiness to light. She was always cocky, but she didn't normally show it for the sake of being polite.

"I love you too, Freds. Pinky swear." She helped him maneuver the entire gesture without much prompting besides assuming his motor skills were fucked with his inebriated state. She frowned, remembering what he said before. "How'm I s'posed t' make you feel better?" She whined as she asked. It sounded like a lot of work. "You jus' needa sleep it off..." Alaska gave him an assertive nod. She was never wrong.

"Here, sit up." She said in a tone that was a little more gentle, not wanting him in her lap anymore. She assisted him into a sitting possesion, helping him recline his head back against the couch. "Better?" she asked, smiling as she scooched in closer to him. "Th' movie's over if y' want me to switch it." she added quietly.

[alaskuhhbye]

[alaskuhhbye]

While he was away preparing the wine, she placed the movie in the DVD player before returning to her spot on the couch. She was so grateful that Marc had paired him up with her to be her friend and party buddy. In her opinion, Freddie was doing a shit job with finding other...

[alaskuhhbye]

His bet was right up Alaska's alley. The girl had seen The Last Song enough times to know that Liam initiated most of the kisses - which meant that a delightfully tipsy redhead was watching her pretty sloshed best friend slur around like a hot mess - it was cute, though. He wasn't sloppy and he wasn't too obnoxious - well, not any more than usual.

"Oh, yes you are, too! You're drunk, Fred, and you know you're drunk - and you're too stubborn to admit that you've lost your own drinking game." She giggled in response, looking down on him and focusing on the chesire grin on his face as he laughed up at her instead of some makeout scene on the beach that probably would've cost her another shot. She played with his dark hair, blinking back in surprise when he complimented hers.

"It's nawwtttt orange." Alaska whined. "I'm a redhead, not an orange-head. Duh." She rolled her eyes and found herself smiling, blushing. "Thank you." She responded. "I-I mean-" she corrected herself, remembering what he'd said before. "I know." After a moment of discomfort, she smiled against. "I like your hair. It's soft."

[alaskuhhbye]

Alaska sighed, taking precise steps with practiced posture until her hand was delicately knocking on Freddie’s door, two pizzas precariously perched atop the opposite arm. One cheese with stuffed crust, one flatbread meat lovers, a large purse over her shoulder with a bottle of wine or two. A…

[freddie-hyland]

Freddie waited hungrily and impatiently for Alaska to arrive. To be honest, a chill night with his best friend watching some good movies was exactly what he needed. All the shit talking about his “excessive flirting” was hitting him a little harder than he expected, and a little happiness from cheesy romance movies was precisely the right medicine.

Plus, Alaska was always great company. It was easy to relax with her; be real and open. Their relationship used to be a lot simpler; a lot like a normal friendship. But then he realized he couldn’t get mad at her. He realized he needed her because, in some weird way, she calmed him down. So very soon their friendship grew, and he clung to her like an addict; if only he would stop simultaneously pushing her away with his growing ego and lack of common sense.

At the sound of melodious knocks he jumped up off the couch and answered the door. He smiled at his friend, taking the pizzas out of her arms and snickering at the wine. “Ready for a girls night in?”

[alaskuhhbye]

Alaska’s lips lifted in a smile when he answered the door. “Hey, Fred.” She greeted, dropping her arms slightly in relief as he took the pizzas and removed the strain of holding them. She rolled her eyes afterwards, huffing indignantly. “If you pick girl movies then you’re getting girl drinks, bae, that’s just how it works.” She teased gently, stepping inside and kicking off her heels. It had been a mistake to wear them - especially with leggings and a flannel.

"What are we watching first? Can it be the last song?" She asked, climbing onto his couch after grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite. "Go get some glasses." She bossed, laying back on the sofa and taking up the whole thing.

[freddie-hyland]

Freddie huffed and puffed with a smile plastered on his face the whole time. Grabbing a slice of pizza for himself, he slid into his kitchen to grab the glasses.

"Sure, whatever movie you want. I put a stack of them on the coffee table." He bit into his pizza, shivering out of cheesy goodness. With two wine glasses in hand and a pizza in his mouth, he moved his way back to the sofa. Looking down on the redhead taking up the entire couch, he laughed.

"Legs up so I can sit down," he ordered, "or else I’m not sharing the blanket. And it has a fucking high thread count. So this baby is soft."

[alaskuhhbye]

While he was away preparing the wine, she placed the movie in the DVD player before returning to her spot on the couch. She was so grateful that Marc had paired him up with her to be her friend and party buddy. In her opinion, Freddie was doing a shit job with finding other friends for her, but he was a good enough companion to make up for it.

Ultimately, she ended up moving her legs and allowing him to sit down - but her legs ended up in his lap. They weren't very far into the movie (Miley Cyrus hadn't even met Liam Hemsworth yet) when she noticed he was on his phone. Probably tweeting or something. She wouldn't give him a hard time anout flirting usually, but they were supposed to be hanging out and she was a bit irritated by his lack of interest in the movie if he was the one who'd chosen it. Before she knew it, the whole thing had escalated into a drinking game and she laughed, downing her wine and finishing her pizza before sitting up. "You are so on."

[alaskuhhbye]

Alaska sighed, taking precise steps with practiced posture until her hand was delicately knocking on Freddie’s door, two pizzas precariously perched atop the opposite arm. One cheese with stuffed crust, one flatbread meat lovers, a large purse over her shoulder with a bottle of wine or two. A…

[freddie-hyland]

Freddie waited hungrily and impatiently for Alaska to arrive. To be honest, a chill night with his best friend watching some good movies was exactly what he needed. All the shit talking about his “excessive flirting” was hitting him a little harder than he expected, and a little happiness from cheesy romance movies was precisely the right medicine.

Plus, Alaska was always great company. It was easy to relax with her; be real and open. Their relationship used to be a lot simpler; a lot like a normal friendship. But then he realized he couldn’t get mad at her. He realized he needed her because, in some weird way, she calmed him down. So very soon their friendship grew, and he clung to her like an addict; if only he would stop simultaneously pushing her away with his growing ego and lack of common sense.

At the sound of melodious knocks he jumped up off the couch and answered the door. He smiled at his friend, taking the pizzas out of her arms and snickering at the wine. “Ready for a girls night in?”

[alaskuhhbye]

Alaska's lips lifted in a smile when he answered the door. "Hey, Fred." She greeted, dropping her arms slightly in relief as he took the pizzas and removed the strain of holding them. She rolled her eyes afterwards, huffing indignantly. "If you pick girl movies then you're getting girl drinks, bae, that's just how it works." She teased gently, stepping inside and kicking off her heels. It had been a mistake to wear them - especially with leggings and a flannel.

"What are we watching first? Can it be the last song?" She asked, climbing onto his couch after grabbing a slice of pizza and taking a bite. "Go get some glasses." She bossed, laying back on the sofa and taking up the whole thing.

[alaskuhhbye]

put your hands on me (frelaska)

Alaska sighed, taking precise steps with practiced posture until her hand was delicately knocking on Freddie's door, two pizzas precariously perched atop the opposite arm. One cheese with stuffed crust, one flatbread meat lovers, a large purse over her shoulder with a bottle of wine or two. A Nicholas Sparks movie night? She found the entire idea legitimately absurd. It would end up with her probably crying or some other ridiculous scenario. She sighed. The ideas were kind of far-fetched, but she'd be a liar if she said she didn't want to watch Channing Tatum, Liam Hemsworth, and Ryan Gosling in smolderingly romantic roles. She tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for him to answer the door.

[ewvioletmackintosh]

Who said you were?

[alaskuhhbye]

"Well, I just assumed. You know, you and Freddie are kind of like my only friends. Well, Lolita is too, I guess, but I don't know if that was just a joke for twitter or something.." 

[alaskuhhbye]

my icons wont load on this account??????????

"I can't believe there are still people that wear crocs. Like, you do know everyone is making fun of you, right?"

[alaskuhhbye]

(an icon would go here if it would fucking load)

"I won't be offended, promise. Someone just explain why I am so undesirable as a friend."