Mike Driver
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@cchqabby
text 📲 ( gabe & damian )
gabe: fuck, I’ve got to remember when I’m high “u up” is a booty call. not that I’d turn down your ass, but I just wanted taco bell, dude.
damian: do i look like a postmates driver?
damian: i can't eat taco bell if you want my ass.
raelynnrose:
Fair enough, fair enough. No, you definitely look expensive, and therefore you’d require only mans with some serious cash. I feel you.
This ass ain’t cheap, baby. Not that I paid for it, despite what others may have you believe.
raelynnrose:
I might be interested…older like with a lot of money? Because I’m always looking for that. Maybe I hate them all but you, how’s that?
You really think I’d waste my time with anyone else? Do I look like I work in a fucking nursing home?
Better, I guess.
text messages 📲 ( rex & quinn )
rex: i'm really sorry, i didn't mean to push, i'm just genuinely curious about hearing what people's beliefs are and why?
rex: i thought people who believed in god and that sort of supernatural stuff might have a unique view on ghosts and other stuff. that's all.
rex: again, i'm really sorry, i didn't mean to be offensive or rude.
quinn: you might want to work on your approach.
quinn: i guess it's not entirely fair of me to think your beliefs are silly, if i don't want people thinking the same about mine, though.
text messages 📲 ( price twins )
sugar: you're a joke.
sugar: and completely wrong.
damian: what's a joke is that top you were wearing today.
text messages 📲 ( eddie & tris )
eddie: well actually the last time you came over i was doing bathroom renos, but ok. ;)
tris: my apologies
text messages 📲 ( isaiah & tris )
isaiah: do you smoke it? or...snort it? that doesn't sound right though...
tris: there's a few different ways people ingest it
tris: i wouldn't recommend snorting it, though
cchqautumn:
You lost interest? But it’s so important to have a hand in your child’s education, Quinn. You just have to rejoin, we really could use someone like you. The school his filled with kids who’s parents don’t care about their education, who stand on the sidelines and don’t take action, it’s sad. I can’t imagine being so detached from my kids’ education and upbringing.
That’s just awful, I’m sure you’re a wonderful wife and daughter in law.
Just because I’m not in some club doesn’t mean I’m detached from my child’s life. I am involved in her education, I go to parent-teacher conferences, I help her with her homework, I drive her to and from school, I vote in elections and have even helped campaign on issues that involve her school. Most of the parents in the PTA do far less than I have for my daughter’s education.
cchqautumn:
I disagree. You’re way too cute to dress the way you do. It’s tragic.
You can disagree all you want, it’s not going to make me change my style. Why would I wear Loobytons that pinch my feet, when I’m way more comfortable in crocs?
mckennaro:
Walmart! She said they were by the greeting cards. They had a few different animals but she felt I’d love the sloth the best. I think you guys would love them tbh. They’re so soft and smell so relaxing.
You’re a real one, thanks. I’m definitely going to snatch some of those babies up.
if i went to high school with you and you want a lap dance at my place of work, tip me extra for the awkwardness, please, because that’s just…too fucking weird. especially if you’re someone who tried to get my cheer squad to think i had herpes sophomore year, because i didn’t want to hook up!! anyway, i hate men. what’s up you guys?
If you’re looking for a place to work where your clients are all typically older, I can hook you up. You don’t even have to go through all the effort of a lap dance most of the time, either, it’s just sitting in skimpy outfits and popping bottles. Then again... you just said you hate me, so maybe I shouldn’t be doing you any favors.
She’d already known for at least a week that she was pregnant, but lately Asher had talked about how content he was with their family, how much he wanted things to stay the same and it had scared her, more than when she’d first found out she was pregnant as a teenager. She loved their life, and didn’t want anything to go wrong, but she couldn’t ignore this forever, especially with how sick she’d been in the last little while. It was finally time to tell Asher, and with the kids out of the house, and Asher on his way home she knew now was the right time. She had managed to pull herself out of bed, and make herself look half decent, her hair brushed and pair of sweats paired with one of Asher’s old tees before she sat on the couch and waiting for Asher to walk in through the door. “Hi baby.” She spoke softly looking up with a smile, and patting the couch next to her, “We should talk.”
@cchqabby
Since getting that text from Lucky, Asher had spent the entirety of the ride home in a panic. Something was wrong with Lucky. He tried to keep it together, for Wes’s sake, and because he knew he’d need to put on a brave face for Lucky, but he was pretty sure he was about five seconds away from totally losing it. As he stepped into their apartment and sent Wes to his room, his expression could really only be described as somber. Lucky was his girl, she was the love of his life, and if something happened to her... it’d destroy him. He was silent as he came over to the couch, sitting beside Lucky and taking her hand in his, squeezing it tightly to remind himself that she was still there, and that they would fight whatever this was as hard as they could, with him by her side through it all. “Just... give it to me straight.”
cchqautumn:
And maybe I can give you a makeover while we’re at it.
Nah, I’m good, thanks. If you want to like, do my makeup or whatever, that’s fine, but I don’t need a makeover.
cchqautumn:
I’d love a shopping buddy, and maybe while we’re out I can convince you to join the PTA, we could use more organized, level-headed moms like you. Oh, the in laws can always be a tricking topic to navigate, I’ve been lucky with my mother-in-law, and the fact that I’ve been with Asher for so long now.
I actually was in the PTA, when Heidi was younger, but I lost interest. It’s something I feel like I may have enjoyed in high school, but the drama of it is just not something I’m interested in dealing with anymore. Sorry.
We don’t see them all that often, but there always seems to be this unspoken tension in the room when I’m there. I think it’s just a WASP-y thing, though.
text messages 📲 ( lucky & asher )
Lucky: just come home to me, baby.
asher: lucky, you're scaring me.
text messages 📲 ( isaiah & tris )
isaiah: oh. is it like...good?
tris: i enjoy it, but not everyone does.
text messages 📲 ( eddie & tris )
eddie: sweet. see you later, let yourself in the door's open, if i don't hear you knock i'm doing some kitchen renos
tris: when /aren't/ you doing kitchen renos, my dude?
