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beneun:

Ben stared at Davin in silence taking long drinks. He was a little taken aback at his words not because it was true but the way Davin had said it was a tad bit nasty. He sighed very softly and decided to look up at the ceiling instead. It was a habit since he was a child, anytime anyone scolded him he couldn’t bare to look at them. He was always in the wrong, “I know Davin. I know I fucked up so bad. I know it’s not much of an excuse but I wasn’t really being myself when the whole situation went down.” he snorted at the mention of the fight, “I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised they told you,”

Ben sat up immediately his defensive side slowing creeping it’s way into his head as Davin’s question rung through his head “but why are you even back?” “What kind of question is that?” he shook his head in disbelief, “Are you trying to say that the only reason I came back was solely because of Peyton?” Ben stared at him hard as his brain started clicking pieces together, “Wait a second, are you jealous?”

Davin felt Ben’s eyes on him as he averted his gaze, focusing his eyes on the condensation on bottle in his hands instead. After a few moments, Davin looked towards Ben only to find his eyes focused on the ceiling. He was far too familiar with this action from Ben and for a moment, he felt guilty for even bringing him to the point of not wanting to look at him. But the guilt diminished once his beer was at his lips again and Ben admitted that he screwed up. Davin rolled his eyes at Ben’s remark towards Peyton filling them in on the fight that they had with Ben. “I just hate seeing them hurt, Ben, and I hate that you had to be the one to do it. I wish I could say that I wish you would have hurt me just as bad instead. But I know they would still be hurt from your actions towards me, as I am with you, so it wouldn’t make this situation better.” He sighed, finishing off the last remains of his beer before heading off into the kitchen to open another, completely ignoring if Ben was in need of another.

“It’s a reasonable question. You leave with a bullshit reason, don’t speak to either of us the whole time you’re gone, and then randomly show up like everything is okay. Were you really expecting us to accept you back with open arms and hold on to you? I mean, it kind of seems like you’re only back here because of Peyton, which is fine, I guess. I’ll get over that if it’s true.” Davin shrugged. As the words left Ben’s mouth, Davin nearly choked on the sip of his beer that he immediately regretted taking. He ran his hand along his mouth, collecting the excess liquid that escaped his lips in the process of nearly choking. “Jealous?” His laugh that followed was cynical, as was the look on his face. “Jealous, Ben?” He repeated as if the word burned his tongue. “Of course I would be jealous if you were only come back here for Peyton. You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to want me too. I have no other reason to be jealous, I don’t care that you have feelings for Peyton.” His lip was captured between his teeth as he sucked in a breath of air, immediately regretting his actions once more. In the moment, he hated Ben for even suggesting that he would be jealous. What other reason would he have to be jealous? He wasn’t jealous, he was sure of it. Though if he truly wasn’t jealous, he wouldn’t be questioning it or hating Ben for bringing it up. “Fucking hell, Ben,” He huffed out, annoyed, into the bottle opening.

#private: ben

vicxcarlsson:

“Well, if you’re making me choose… Then I guess I have to say hell. I don’t think I regret enough things to put me in heaven. Or purgatory for all it matters,” Victoria laughed, shaking her head. “I guess? I think for vampires is a little bit more complicated than just a bite, but I think just one bite is enough to zombify you. They want to eat your brains, so what happens if they do? Do zombies even have part of a brain? I know nothing. I don’t know if I want to be a zombie though. It seems exhausting.” Victoria hummed in thought. “Decapitation sounds like it works but… it’s too violent for delicate stomachs – HA! As if burning one was too gentle.”

“Sorry, I’m just trying to keep track of the familiar faces that I’ll see once I finally get to Hell. The list is all up in here, so I’m hoping I’ll remember it long after I’m gone.” He joked, giving his temple a few light taps with his fingers. “I know very little about zombies as well. Can you believe there are people out there in the world who actually study up on zombies and prepare for a zombie apocalypse? I’ve seen quite a few tv shows about these types of people. I wish I had nothing better to do with my life other than secure my house in case zombies ever take over the planet. I don’t know if I’d ever want to be a zombie either. They seem so sluggish and lethargic, plus I would absolutely hate being hungry all the time. I would miss real food.” He laughed, thinking for a moment what would happen if a zombie ate something other than a human being. “It’s either too violent and gory or you lose your life. I’m sure those with the weak stomachs can think of another way to get rid of the zombies. Or so I hope.”

#chat: victoria

xoxoholly:

“Don’t be lazy,” she pointed an accusatory finger at him. “And it better be open. If not, I know one in Manhattan that’s 24-hour.” The idea of travelling all the way there just for KFC though, while ridiculous sober, didn’t sound like too much of a stretch while drunk. “Because I’mmmm…lazy, irresponsible, forgetful, selfish,” she counted down off her fingers. “I killed a pet turtle when I was a kid because I forgot to feed it. I don’t have the best track record of taking care of things.”

“Says the one who has yet to see the newest Captain America movie.” He pursed his lips, mimicking her action by pointing a finger directly back at her only to have his lips form into a small ‘o’ at the idea of a twenty-four hour KFC. “Are you being serious right now or are you just fucking with me? ‘Cause I’m definitely willing to spend the ass-load of money on a taxi just to go get some KFC this late at night. Even better, I’m wasted so it’ll taste way better than it normally does.” As she spoke, he shook his head as he silently disagreed with what she had to say. “You were also a kid taking care of a pet. Kids are forgetful and shouldn’t have full responsibility of a pet. You would be surprised at your instincts that would kick in once you had some living thing, other than yourself, to be responsible for. You can still be lazy and take care of a dog, you know.”

#chat: holly

beneun:

“Jesus,” he smiled widely at his friend as he spoke, “you’re too sweet, you’re going to make me blush.” Davin always came up with the right words. Always comforting without even trying. Ben wished he could take a peek inside his brain and take some notes, “You say you’re a bad date but here you are sweet talking me. Tell me again why you’re single? Whomever catches you will be very lucky to have you in their life.”

Ben thanked him for the beer, setting it beside him. He sighed, leaning his head back and covered part of his face with his free hand, “It’s so dumb but you do deserve to know.” he took another bite of his pizza slice and swallowed hard before starting, “I actually knew about the contract in Spain weeks before I left. At first, I wasn’t sure if I should take the opportunity or not because it was a whole year in a foreign country.” he paused taking a drink of his beer, “But I had come to the conclusion that it was always worth trying. Plus the pay seemed to make the offer sound more tempting. I had originally planned to tell you and Peyton. I really was going to but then Jay and Peyton broke up.” he looked over at him, “I don’t think Peyton ever told you this but I actually confessed my feeling for them before I left.”

“I didn’t have to but I wanted to.” he looked down at their hands as Davin squeezed him, thinking nothing of the way his heart skipped a beat and blaming it on the fact that he really does adore and appreciate Davin for being in his life. He shook his head, snorting, “I’m a shitty gift. You deserve better.”

“Making you blush is one of my favorite things to do,” He chuckled, knowing far too well how wide his smile grew whenever he was able to succeed in making Ben blush. “I’m not sweet talking, that’s just how I am.” He defended, his words coming across similar to a whine. “Oh, Ben, I wish I were able to tell you why I’m single. It’s okay, though, I don’t mind being single. I prefer it this way for now, you know, constant hook-ups all the time. Although I have to admit that it would be nice if someone happened to become more than just a hook-up for once. Only time will tell, I suppose.” He shrugged his shoulders and gave Ben a look to indicate that he didn’t want to further the conversation.

As Ben spoke, Davin finished off his first slice and happily allowed himself another, all while washing each bite down with a swig of his beer. “You’re right,” Davin mumbled after a few moments of silence were shared between the two of them, another sip of his beer added on to the previous silence. “Your reason for leaving really was fuckin’ dumb. I mean, job wise it was great, I guess. I don’t know. You do realize that you confessing your feelings and then packing up and leaving without a word hurt them, right?” He spewed accusingly as if Davin hadn’t left Peyton without mentioning it to them that he was going to leave for a few years...or that he didn’t beat himself up over the feelings he had for Peyton. Davin grimaced as he looked at their hands and pulled it away and back into his own lap. He toyed with the drawstrings on his sweatpants as he avoided Ben’s gaze. “You’re not a shitty gift, but you definitely brought some shitty things back with you. I know you fought with Peyton as soon as you got back. They told me. Did you really come back here and expect everything to be okay again? Did you really expect me to not ask why you left? I’m glad you’re back, but why are you even back?”

#private: ben #( this is garbage )

thenameis-kev:

“And I’ll let you know once I finally bite a Canadian,” Kevin responded with a shrug, taking another bite of the scone, his eyes rolling back as he enjoyed the taste.

“You seem to be throughly enjoying that scone. Where’d you even get that at? I might need to go indulge in one myself. As for bitting a Canadian, I’ll also let you know once I bite one. If I bite one, I guess.”

#chat: kevin

westallengifs

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#peyton #( this is so corny but it's some corny thing he would say to them lmao )

aaron-pierce:

“Woah. Slow down, mate. I said I was engaged, not looking to be psychoanalyzed,” Aaron chuckled slightly, not even able to do annoyance right in his temporary euphoria.

“I wasn’t psychoanalyzing you, but take my words as any way you want. Typically, however, those who become engaged are feeling an abundance of emotions all at once. Excuse me for thinking that you might be doing the same.”

#chat: aaron

edythesh:

“You cleaned it up? That makes me feel even worse. You know, parties have people specifically for that purpose?” Edythe sighed, the specific night being one that she didn’t want to recall for more reasons than one. “A lot of things have happened and are about to happen. I’ve finally booked my plane tickets to go see my dad again. Mostly because Talon’s voice keeps playing in my head telling me I’ll never have any sort of closure, especially with my mother’s death, if I don’t finally talk to him. That’s if he even wants to see me. If I told you how many times I’ve been denied access to my own childhood home…” The redhead laughed, an empty sound. “Sometimes just okay is good, you know? Maybe boring but it’s…something. I feel like you’ve got your own shit you’re not telling me, though.”

“I did, yeah, but I don’t want you to feel horrible about it. Cleaning up vomit is second nature to me. Much like breathing and blinking. Cleaning it up from desk drawers isn’t, though. I know that parties sometimes have specific people for that, but I figured I could maybe someone’s a job a bit easier that night.” He said, shrugging his shoulders. As she spoke, Davin’s head would bob every now and then, indicating that he was listening to her despite the look of disinterest on his face. His teeth clenched at the mention of her mother passing, though he instantly relaxed in the hopes that she wouldn’t take notice of it. There was a weird connection Davin always felt with someone who briefly mentioned the passing of a parent. It was a one-sided connection only he felt and it was a connection that he wished to never experience, he wished no one would have to experience it. “Closure can be a great thing. But sometimes it can just make a situation much, much worse than it already was. I hope everything goes well, though. I really do. If things start to go downhill, just text me or call me. If you want to, of course. I’ll answer, no matter the time or situation. I promise.” He reassured with a soft smile. “Of course I’ve got my own shit that I’m not telling you. I don’t tell anyone anything, so I don’t want you to feel special or anything. It’s amazing how much you can tell someone about yourself and they think they’ve got you figured out, but really you’re just living your life in some weird, hellish secret.”

#chat: edythe

beneun:

Ben had spent the day moping not really sure on what to do. He didn’t want to intervene Davin and Peyton’s day and he hadn’t had a free day in what seems forever since he had first left to Spain so he had felt almost lost. In fact, he had entirely forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t until he showed up at Davin’s house and saw the heart shaped pizza. Ben listened to Davin talk, feeling relaxed as Davin was always so calm and soothing. Especially after his fight with Peyton he was happy to see Davin and even happier to be able to spend time with him after so long.

He felt bad since he had forgotten about the holiday and hadn’t brought anything festive but smiled anyways feeling grateful, “No-No it’s fine we can share. I’m not too hungry and just spending time with you is a great way to spend Valentine’s I did miss you a lot too,” he grabbed a slice, “I mean, I haven’t seen your face in what seems like forever.” taking a bite of the pizza he thought if Peyton had mentioned their fight to him, “It’s kind of a long story on why I left. It’s kind of dumb too and honestly? I don’t want you to get mad over it either.” he sighed softly looking back at the movie screen not really paying attention, “I’m sorry I didn’t bring you chocolates or wine either. I’m the worst date ever.” he joked as he slid over the nicely wrapped box towards him, “I did however bring you something from Spain.”

“I’ve got to be honest with you, Ben. I’ve already had one of these heart-shaped pizzas earlier today. Shared one with Peyton for lunch, I normally do that every year. I never eat two in a day, however. I’m a bottomless pit, so I could easily eat three more of these if I really wanted. So what I’m basically saying is that if you don’t even want to eat any of it, I’ll eat enough for us both. I’m glad I get to spend Valentine’s Day with you. I was having a good day and I didn’t think that it could have gotten any better. Thankfully it did.” He smiled, mimicking his friend by also grabbing a slice of the pizza before him. “Since when have you ever wanted to not tell me a story, long one or not? You’re with me for the rest of the night and I was hoping you’d even stay over if you wanted. So I’ve got time to hear this story, I always have time for you. I doubt it’s dumb, Ben. Well, maybe it is, but I wouldn’t know since you claim it’s too long.” He teased lightly, gently kicking his foot at his friend’s leg across from him. “Why would I get mad? Sure, I was pissed for a bit when you randomly left, but I got over that. I had to. By ‘either’, I’m assuming you told Peyton and they got pissed.” Pausing, he took a rather large bite of the pizza in his hand, purposely chewing it slowly as he created scenarios in his head that would explain his potential anger that Ben assumed would be created. He swallowed, shaking his head before he was on his feet and in his kitchen, rummaging around in his fridge for a moment before he produced two beers. “You’re the worst date ever? We’re both the worst dates ever, but at least we can be terrible dates together.” He laughed, taking his seat back on the floor before handing a beer off to Ben, cracking his own open right after. “Ben, you didn’t have to do that.” He smiled humbly, reaching across to give Ben’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You coming back was the only gift I needed.”

#private: ben

isabellalvna:

“I’m glad that I finally met someone who loves Grey’s Anatomy as much as I do. I have the entire box set at home which means that you’ll have to come over one day and watch them with me. we can go over our favorite moments and talk about what was done wrong or should have been done. But I whole-heartedly agree. I don’t think there’s anyone that can really replace Christina and I loved that we got to see several sides of her as much as we did Alex. But really, no one would compare to Christina. I felt like she was kind of refreshing as we often see women who are the bitch but either change when it comes to the male that they get involved with. They’ll either become soft just for them or put their own dreams to the side so they can focus on theirs. It wasn’t that way with her, she refused to change and often made the males change to be with her. such as the last boyfriend she had who wanted children, but she more or less refused to have them.” Her shoulders shrugged, one day hoping that she could be as good as Christina was. It was the dream, and what kept her moving forward. That one day she would be the one everyone looked up to and talked about.

“Well, it’s kind of bad but you get used to it and half the time you tell someone that you’re carrying a weapon and they kind of leave you alone. As for vomit, I’m kind of used to that.” She told him with a wrinkle of her nose as she looked back at him. “Well, if you think you’re stubborn, you have to know that I’m probably going to be a worse pain in the ass because that’s exactly what I do.” She told him, crossing her arms above her chest and scoffing at him. In truth, she wasn’t all that bad but she hoped that if he believed otherwise, he would not argue with her and just let her pay for things. At least he agree with it now, which only make her smile at him. “Well, I’m glad it was this easy to get you to agree with me this time. I’m sure the second won’t be much tougher.” A little laugh escaped as she walked beside him. “I mostly like a regular coffee. One sugar and one milk. Nothing too fancy. That’s in the afternoon but when I get a coffee in the morning, it’s all black. “ It was the only way to wake herself up and keep herself awake for a few days. But the regular ones were a little less harsh and the ones she used when she didn’t have to stay up for much longer. “Cookies. I just happen to love those.”

“I’m glad that I’ve also found someone who loves the show just as much as I do. My best friend appreciates my love for the show, but they just can’t get into it. They’re more than willing to sit and watch the show with me and listen to me ramble on for hours about it. But it’s just not the same when I don’t receive any similar feedback. Since you already own the box sets, I’ll provide the snacks, booze, and coffee to this binge session of ours. It’s quite pathetic how often I already nitpick the show on what’s wrong and what should be done. But I’ll feel less pathetic once you and I dive into that. But yeah, I’m glad that they kept Christina as who she was and didn’t change her just because of the guys that she was with. She’s an incredibly strong character, a great role model as well, and I’m glad that she was a part of the show. I’m glad they included an episode of what Christina’s future would be like if she had kids with Owen or if she didn’t. It gave the audience even more insight on who Christina was and would be. I’ve always appreciated that she stood her ground when it came to not having children. I’m sure it takes a great deal of balls to admit to your partner that you don’t want kids, especially when your life is your job. I believe she once said something along the lines of that she wouldn’t be able to love her kids because she will always love her job more or something. I give her major props for that.” He said, exhaling dramatically. “Despite me thinking it’s a bit...insane to change yourself for the one you love, I also give Owen major props for willing to not have kids with Cristina if it meant he could be with her. It would kill him and she reminded him of that, but he just...didn’t care, I guess. Never knew someone could love someone that much.” He shrugged.

“You shouldn’t even have to get used to it,” He scoffed, cringing at the idea of having to deal with the amount of weird people that occupied the bus. “My height is a great scare tactic. So if someone ever fucks with you horribly the next time you’re on that bus, just give my phone a ring and I’ll figure something out. These muscles on my arms are very deceiving, so don’t let them fool you into thinking that I’ll knock someone out for you, let alone punch someone in general. Maybe if I was prompted enough.” He shrugged as he briefly recalled the few fights that he had gotten himself into. They had all been when he was younger and most likely for stupid reasons, but at the time they were probably the most serious thing in that moment. Fighting was stupid to Davin, it never solved anything and it often made things even worse than they already were. But like he had told Isabella, if he was prompted enough, he wouldn’t hold back. “I would love to see you prove that you’re this big pain in the ass. I’m familiar with quite a few stubborn people in my life, so I’m sure you can’t be that bad” He chuckled. “Black coffee is spectacular in the morning, especially when you’re trying to nurse a horrid hangover. If you had to choose, which would be your favorite cookie?” He asked as he slid himself into the drivers seat, instantly starting the engine of his truck. For a moment, he fiddled with the radio before settling on a song he wasn’t familiar with. “The amount of cookies that I consume should be embarrassing, but I’m proud of it. I can get through a pack of Oreos in one day if I don’t eat anything the entire day.”

#chat: isabella #( after 70000 years...it's here lol )

edythesh:

“That’s fair.” She spoke nonchalantly, as if she’d already half moved on from the conversation. “If I didn’t avoid the drawers in my home then I’m the one that would have to clean it up. I don’t know who had to clean up my other puke but it sure as hell wasn’t me. Lanford’s dances are far and few and mostly boring. Yeah, I’ve been okay. Considering all that’s been happening in my life lately, I’ve been okay. What about you?”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t have been the first time that you would have had to clean up your own vomit. Um, I cleaned it up actually. You left the room to go use the bathroom or go somewhere else for a minute and I just...got rid of it. I felt bad.” He shrugged as if it was normal of him to clean up vomit from a desk drawer. Cleaning up vomit was normal, but he was glad to add cleaning it from a desk to his list of new experiences. “What’s been happening that would possibly make you feel otherwise?” He asked quietly, genuinely concerned. “I’ve been okay as well, I suppose. Nothing has hindered my life lately to make it any different than it’s always been, which is always just okay.” Nothing hindering his life wasn’t a complete lie. nor was him saying he’s always ‘just okay’. It was just easier for him to say something simple than to accidentally hint that there’s actually something going on, or that there always has been.

#private: edythe

rooneybeckett:

“I would tap that,” she said to the other person as she watched a man in corporate attire walk over to the counter. He had a lean build, but she could identify firm muscles underneath his suit jacket. It had been so long since she’d been with someone, and at this point she was thirsting over anyone she found remotely attractive. Not that she would actually actively pursue her objects of interest— she was still married, after all. She watched as the male moved further into the line, but before he could reach the counter, a woman dressed just as formally as the man approached him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, a hand squeezing his arm. “Damn it,” she hissed under her breath before turning back to the table and picking up her coffee. “To be fair, though, she’s kinda hot, too.”

A small chuckle emitted from Davin’s lips as his friend expressed their interest for someone in the coffee shop. Davin kept his eyes to himself for a moment as he was too busy focusing on the cup of coffee that he was bringing to his lips. He let his eyes wander for a second as he sipped and he nodded in approval once he caught the man that Rooney was showing interest in. “I’m sure he’s attractive enough on his own, but his suit is really doing it for him right now.” The idea of pursuing the male crossed his mind for a mere second, just as normally as his want to pursue anyone attractive in public occurred. It was easy for him to pursue someone in a bar, but not specifically because the alcohol made him more ballsy. No one goes to a coffee shop in the hopes of bringing someone else home with them. Another laugh left Davin’s lips as he watched a woman approach the male, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Throw the both of us in there with those two and that could be quite the evening. Don’t get so down, though. She could have just been his lay from the night before. You have one and I’ll take the other.” He teased.

#chat: rooney

thenameis-kev:

“The maple scone tastes like Canada? How do you know that? Are you going around biting Canadians?”

“No, no,” Davin’s head shook from side to side as he took another bite of the scone in his head, practically melting at how great the maple tasted. “I said I imagined that this must be what Canada tastes like and maybe smells like. I’ll let you know once I finally visit that country.”

#chat: kevin

aaron-pierce:

“So… I’m engaged,” Aaron shrugged with an uncharacteristic little smile and awkward shrug. It still felt strange saying it - hell, even thinking it - and he didn’t quite know how to process the feeling of excited happiness for once.

“What, really?” Davin said stupidly with a grin. “That’s incredible, wow! I can’t even imagine the excitement and all the other emotions that you must be experiencing right now. Congratulations, mate.”

#chat: aaron

xoxoholly:

“There’s two teams?” She vaguely remembered something of the sort in a trailer that had been in cinemas not too long ago, but Holly wasn’t sure. “I didn’t see the last one, sorry,” she cringed, “does that mean our friendship is automatically over? —Oh my god, you’re right. Goofy’s house is just a big dog-house.” She giggled; their conversation, the way they switched it up, and the ensuing laughter, something very familiar to when she used to get stoned in high school. But being stoned and this silly-drunk thing she had going on, on some levels, was like the same thing. “I don’t know if it’s considered cannibalism, but now I’m hungry. I demand you to take me to KFC.”

“Because I’d be a terrible puppy-mother. Worse than Cruella. Or maybe second worst.”

A playful scoff escaped Davin’s mouth as she questioned the teams, another one following as she confessed to never seeing the movie in the first place. “No, no. Our friendship can continue. I suppose I’ll give you a free pass, but only this time around. It’s not fair that Goofy can have this large dog house and poor Pluto has to suffer with that tiny one he lives in. Maybe he doesn’t even notice a difference.” He laughed and he laughed even harder when he realized how silly their conversation was. In the moment it was a very serious conversation and he couldn’t imagine himself having this conversation while sober. Well, maybe he could, but just not as serious as it was now. “Is KFC even open this late? If it’s not, how about a rain check on that? I promise I’ll take you and we can continue discussing Donald Duck’s possible cannibalism.”

“I highly doubt that you would be a terrible puppy-mother. Why do you think so?”

#chat: holly

vicxcarlsson:

“Hey – part of my brain will want to run away as fast as possible, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that most part of it would probably be in shock. In any case, you would’ve bought me a few more minutes to think about what to say once I get to heaven… or hell, so thank you,” she chuckled. “I… haven’t seen it either, but setting zombies on fire was a thing on the Resident Evil games, I think, so maybe.”

“Maybe a miracle will happen and I’ll somehow escape the zombies. You know how sometimes you can gain crazy amounts of strength during certain situations? On top of my adrenaline from being attacked, maybe that’ll happen and I’ll be able to knock some of the zombies out and we can run free. We might have to eventually end up killing those zombies, though. I would hate for anyone else to possibly get attacked. I’ve never played Resident Evil, so I’m going to trust that game and your experience with that game and say we’re safe with setting the zombies on fire.”

#chat: victoria

edythesh:

“You’re allowed. It just feels like weird timing, is all. Though maybe that’s just because the concept of being busy doesn’t seem to exist for me anymore.” A situation that was beginning to bother her a lot more than she was willing to led on for fear of making anyone feel bad or guilty over her own boredom and need to constantly be on her toes. “No. I haven’t gotten drunk anywhere aside from my house since then and all my drawers have been ridiculously clean. What about you? Helped a girl pull herself together at a fancy dance again?”

“Maybe it is weird timing, I don’t have very good time management skills.” He shrugged. It was something that he definitely needed to work on. Though that was something he had been telling himself the minute he realized he had terrible time management and nothing has changed since. “It’s nice hearing that you’ve avoided all the drawers in your home, although I’m a bit disappointed to hear it as well. I hardly helped you pull yourself together. Don’t provide me with that much credit. But, uh, no I haven’t. Haven’t been to any dances since, which is great. How have you been, though. You been alright?”

#private: edythe

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