Sylke pt.8
Jake: [telling her to bite down, meaning on this banana, because he wants to see if she will, throwback to cinema date bj antics when he asked her to bite him then]
Sylvie: [doing it, even though too much is in her mouth that it’s lowkey a choking hazard, just got to show your #dedication, go off, doing such a dramatic SHIVER when she does, you would think this water was ice cold, but really we’re just picturing biting him and the EYE CONTACT in this lil vid is communicating that thought]
Jake: I swear you bit a hole down to the bone earlier, I was scared my head would fall off nodding
Jake: Or clean through my wrist, because my pulse can’t be contained inside my body
Sylvie: It’s going to be a constant race to see who can use each other’s words for lyrics first
Sylvie: there’s a constant beat behind everything you say, my heart in my ears and yours in my mouth
Jake: [tell her how insane your pulse is rn because there’s apps for that, so she knows how fast the beat should be for her next song]
Sylvie: I can’t wait to work up a sweat with you to this one
Sylvie: [give him examples of songs that are this fast that you fw/are giving the same saucy vibes because it’ll be giving feral we know]
Jake: [join in with your own nerding via saucy songs and the backstories of who they are written about etc, because always tea and because always trying to inspire her and spur her on to be feral, she’s his muse but it’s more mutual than the cliche, they love a collab]
Sylvie: [tell him that you’ve heard one song is about another girl because also always happens because musicians are hoes lol]
Sylvie: there’s going to be 0 confusion with us
Jake: Ri1 [for 0 because it needs repeating]
Jake: Everybody’s going to be painfully aware, and jealous of the fact, that you’re [my muse but in French, cos fave term of endearment + ‘my spark’ his ultimate fave, because they always go together for him]
Sylvie: You’re going to dedicate your next one to me
Jake: Solo album? Yeah, I am
Sylvie: [giving blunt but fair assessments of the other band members rn, the takeaway is they aren’t as good as him but we’re not just blanket calling them trash lol]
Jake: Record it as a voice note, and that’s the intro
Sylvie: [do, but being way more extra about how talented he is and he’s the only one you wanna listen to, fully giving groupie because okay you wanna be the star, we see you]
Jake: [telling her to now do it again in French, giving this request in French himself so he can use encore, and as his own voice note so he’s leading by example and it’s like a voice note back and forth convo and he gets to do a genuine stunning French ‘wow’ at the beginning because of how much more extra she was (because the sound of said wow makes me laugh always) + use his daddy voice after throughout and do the hottest hot lol at the end]
Sylvie: [be even more extra in French, being as #toxic as you actually wanna be, like French you is a different bitch lol, soz to these boys, but we’re not thinking about you at all, likewise using all your amusing silly French because it is funny even if you’re being nothing but serious about his hotness and that’s blatant from the tone]
Jake: [telling her, in writing and English this time, ‘I love French you’ as if she is a different bitch and that means he can get away with shamelessly saying ILY here basically, because he can, I’m not counting it and neither is he, because there’s that one word between, we all saw this coming a mile off though, he’s been saying the L word a lot this convo, me and Jake and our loopholes lol lol]
Sylvie: Don’t make me jealous now
Jake: [talk about how you’re jealous of these band boys because of what she said, even though like my boo said it wasn’t about them at all but he’s so into her being #toxic and mad and that was directed at them so, hehe]
Sylvie: [French] I know how to make you jealous, I barely even talked to him
Jake: [French] You know what you did with him
Sylvie: You could’ve stopped me
Jake: 2van tlm [in front of everyone, which she said at the party, I love to steal]
Sylvie: exQzé fo [excuses, it’s necessary]
Jake: Keske… [what/what is, in ref to their first ever convo and his song, even though he knows damn well]
Sylvie: p cpl [because not complicated now baby]
Jake: P blag [because it’s serious ™, no jokes here, done like this to mirror what she just wrote stylistically, always, instead of how he wrote it earlier in the convo when he said it wasn’t one]
Sylvie: You seriously can’t stand it when you force me to give any attention to other guys
Jake: Your full attention’s mine
Sylvie: It should be
Jake: It is, because you are
Sylvie: Are you ready for me?
Jake: [French] You know I am
Sylvie: [French] And you know I need a daddy
Jake: Moi
Sylvie: You’re the only one that even exists to me
Jake: [okay so basically, I was re-reading a bit of the OG party we did of y’all for some reason earlier, to find something idk, and I found this absolute banger of a non-casual thing to say, so I’m gonna steal it for now, but first, to steal from when he told her the unhinged thing about swallowing the pearls, he’s gonna say-]
Jake: Can I tell you another crazy secret?
Sylvie: Always
Jake: When we were younger, my mother used to reassure us my father was looking down, watching with kind, proud eyes, and I’d nod along because I do understand the sentiment… the safety net or baby blanket she was aiming to throw over herself, as well as me and my sister, to comfort and protect the whole family in their different age-appropriate understandings or stages of grief, all that makes sense, but…
Jake: The truth is, I constantly felt like I was getting the jump on circus skills years ahead of the summer I learnt them IRL; juggling my unanswered questions, miming being reassured by a presence I couldn’t feel, swallowing the guilt and awkwardness like fire or a sword
Jake: I get it now; I feel your eyes on me when they’re closed
Jake: You at my side when you’re [however far away she measured earlier]
Sylvie: Do you feel me kissing you, how I need to
Sylvie: I completely understand what you mean, I’ve felt like that since you noticed me no-showing
Jake: [French] My guardian angel
Sylvie: That must be why I feel so bad
Sylvie: I should’ve made more of a point about how much your girlfriend sucked, made you listen to me
Jake: I wasn’t ready
Sylvie: You didn’t deserve to be treated like that
Sylvie: it doesn’t mean you had to be with me, it was cowardly of me to bite my tongue about it, for the sake of not looking jealous or crazy
Jake: Shooting the messenger would’ve only made stuff, and us both, feel worse
Sylvie: Yeah, you’re right
Sylvie: I don’t like feeling like I lied, I’m not a liar, and not to you, even by omission
Jake: Going forward, we’ve got a clean slate
Sylvie: Nice to meet you
Jake: My pleasure
Sylvie: bi1to [real soon baby]
Jake: @2m1 [see you tomorrow]
Sylvie: [an even earlier time than y’all agreed on]
Jake: [even earlier than that lol because y’all love to one up each other but also couldn’t be more excited to see each other again]
Sylvie: I’ll have to get out of this bath before then
Jake: Ditto
Sylvie: 🥺 but I’m so comfy
Jake: [French] And I don’t want to talk to anyone except you
Sylvie: [French] Pretend this is the only language you speak
Jake: Or I’ve fallen asleep, like earlier
Sylvie: I’ll help you fall asleep again
Sylvie: there’s no deadline now, and nothing your mam or sister can say that’s going to shift your perspective so hugely that you need to hear it today
Jake: [saying in French, ‘but I’ll have wet dreams’ with the energy of her 🥺 because he said earlier he doesn’t wanna cum until their feral antics make him and he meant that, but there’s no controlling the saucy dreams lol, using reve erotique because ejaculation or pollution nocturne is vile and not romantic, soz I’m too lazy to do the accents and grammarly isn’t working rn]
Sylvie: Hmm, well, that is a problem
Sylvie: what are we going to do instead of sleep, then?
Jake: Watch every film we’ve mentioned?
Sylvie: 💡
Sylvie: We should make a list, the places in them we can go, the scenes we can reenact, lines we can steal
Jake: [French] Ladies first
Sylvie: We better start slow; don’t want to get carried away if you have to make it to [the AM when y’all are meeting up]; maybe [one of the tamer/more romantic, less sexy picks]?
Jake: [follow it up with your pick, that you think pairs well for some reason, not just because it’s also tame but for a cinematic reason, you’re those bitches, keep going until y’all have a little list ready back and forth, clearly]
Sylvie: Press play in 3
Jake: 2
Sylvie: 1
Jake: [send her a pic of the first film’s title screen or first frame of whatever, you know what I mean, so she knows you’ve started it as instructed]
Sylvie: When did you first watch this one?
Jake: [ofc don’t hesitate to paint that picture, whenever this was, which is not giving anywhere near as romantic as this, and because y’all aren’t lying to each other he isn’t sugarcoating it to make it sound peak romance just cos this film may be, like it’s giving you had a bad day (though not as bad as today has been at points) and wanted to be cheered up, so it’s a fitting pick from her]
Sylvie: And did your mammy make you soup?
Jake: My sister cooked [whatever comfort meal she did, because your mum works a lot, lest we forget, and this can be pre uni or about to go times for Talia so she was around more]
Sylvie: You’re cute
Sylvie: even if you’re spoiled, can’t blame ‘em
Jake: I reciprocate the nicest gestures
Jake: Before you suggest I’m a one-trick pony, belting out Hebrew on every occasion
Sylvie: You don’t need to tell me you’re big on reciprocation
Sylvie: somehow you always leave it so I’m the one owing
Jake: [show her the tally marks still on you, because you didn’t wash those off in the bath and you’ve updated them to reflect the feral antics duh]
Sylvie: I don’t need to be in your debt to stay
Sylvie: I’m exactly where I want to be
Jake: [French] And where I want you
Sylvie: [French] Give me the longest leash and watch me stay by your side
Jake: You’d be fulfilling my long-held childhood dream of having a pet
Jake: [French] What animal are you?
Sylvie: What did you want?
Jake: Guess
Sylvie: I’d hate to call you predictable again
Sylvie: but I’m guessing you wanted a dog
Jake: Me and every other kid
Sylvie: Right, me included
Jake: Talia wanted a cat, which is predictable in its own way; now she’s out and proud
Sylvie: Awh
Sylvie: did she win, or did you end up with a compromise hamster?
Jake: No pets allowed remains a pretty firm rule; you’ll have to stay off leash when you’re over here
Sylvie: Just in your room, got it
Jake: Or I’ll craft an incognito one out of pearls, our secret
Sylvie: As long as the ones you gave me are front and centre
Jake: Are you going to pierce my ear before or after school?
Sylvie: Can you wait all day?
Jake: [French] For anything worth the wait
Sylvie: We should take our time
Sylvie: it’s a big deal
Jake: Be gentle with me, it’s my first time
Sylvie: You’re teasing me
Jake: You’re teasing me
Jake: [repeating in French, his ‘what animal are you?’ question, because he wants an answer lol]
Sylvie: You made me sound like a mosquito, how much I bit you, but I don’t claim that
Sylvie: Am I just saying dog because I want to be your favourite or because that’s how you make me act…
Jake: [the French for a flea, like excuse you get it right that’s the first nickname I gave you]
Jake: But a lot of animals bite, including dogs
Sylvie: See, you already decided
Sylvie: so rude
Jake: No, I called you a dove later
Jake: [French] And I could give you lots of other petnames
Sylvie: [French] I’m your pet, whatever I am, no further pondering needed
Jake: I badly wish I could stroke you
Jake: [in French, to echo what he said before she joined him on the stairs, ‘come here, you’re miles away’ even though she’s not, technically]
Sylvie: I wish it more
Sylvie: I don’t feel like me when you go
Jake: [showing her that he’s got her baby photo propped up on his chest like she’s watching this film with him, nbd, so casual, letting her know this (and that it’s been there since this film started) because he’s sending her a lil vid of him stroking her hair and baby cheek via this photo]
Sylvie: [French] I feel it
Sylvie: but I’m mad you forgot my photos
Jake: Accidentally on purpose
Sylvie: To make me beg for them
Jake: To make you look at piles of them while I’m looking at you
Sylvie: You’re not allowed
Jake: [French] Why not?
Sylvie: [French] Because you can read my mind, and I’ll be thinking crazy things
Jake: [French] So will I
Sylvie: Oue?
Jake: Ouf ++++++++++++++++ [because the craziest thoughts lbr, he already is atm just having a pic of her]
Sylvie: No judgment, no limits
Jake: You love how intense I am
Jake: [French] Tell me again
Sylvie: It makes you the only person to exist, in any room
Sylvie: and I want to ditch my new friends and have you monopolise all my time, honestly
Jake: I’m your new friend; they can get in line
Sylvie: You can be my best friend
Jake: They wouldn’t dry your hair by blowing on a strand at a time
Sylvie: They wouldn’t swear to look after me
Sylvie: never mind have the capabilities you do
Jake: It’s an instinct you woke up, and I’m incapable of suppressing
Sylvie: It’s the same instinct that makes me wanna let you cum inside me
Sylvie: like I learnt nothing from today
Jake: We’ve learnt we should hit up a different pharmacy, in case there’s a wanted poster of me on the wall in today’s
Sylvie: And you won’t need to force me, really
Sylvie: [French] They’re just crazy thoughts, you make me crazy
Jake: You’d need to force me to pull out; I can’t promise I’d be capable of it once I’m inside you
Sylvie: I can tell you now, I’m not capable
Sylvie: get used to being attached to me
Jake: [French] Cool, I hate the alternative, please attach yourself to me
Sylvie: [French] Don’t tempt me to attach myself to you for life
Jake: [writing ‘until I’m 83 years old?’ in French because numbers are so extra in it, like he’s offering a chill compromise hehe]
Sylvie: Okay, 83 it is
Jake: My partner in forgivable crimes of passion
Sylvie: You do love explaining everything away to authority figures, how could I deny you the opportunity
Jake: [French] You can’t, you’re already denying me the opportunity to cum until [whenever they said time wise]
Sylvie: You’re busy
Sylvie: watching [this film] with me on your chest
Jake: [talk about the film scene playing out or one coming up if that’s more !! (despite this being the tamest first film) so she knows you’re still trying to pay attention despite being very distracted by your blue balls lol but also exactly what mood you’re in because of them]
Sylvie: And you’re the one that gave yourself the challenge
Sylvie: I would never, ever tell you not to cum
Jake: [in case there was any doubt whatsoever how feral he feels in this moment lol, reminding her of when they were outside and she was talking like a baby when she was trying to tell him how badly she wanted to touch him in French, like it’s another movie scene he’s describing because it’s playing in his head as vividly, because he has the baby pic of her reminding him and because he wants to touch himself that much as when she said fuck it and did then, but also he only wants to cum via oral as much, which is giving when she went on to talk about how much she wanted him inside of her with her baby babble, join him in flashback central he says]
Jake: Are you telling me you don’t want me to be this desperate to when I’m in your mouth?
Sylvie: I need that more than anything
Sylvie: more than you think you need to cum right now
Jake: [again ref-ing those scenes when he says ‘I need you to swallow every drop I’ve saved for you more, to empty me again’ because we all remember when he said that, all in French, like it was then]
Sylvie: Of course I will, it’s all for me
Sylvie: I’m going to be starving for you by [this AM time]
Jake: [borrowing when she said ‘anticipation’ earlier in the convo and they talked about how good it is, doing his in French though, even if it’s the same word cos idk actually]
Sylvie: Don’t be gentle with me just because it’s my first time
Sylvie: the payoff has to be as violent as the waiting is
Jake: It will be
Jake: [and comparing how explosively he’s gonna cum to something cinematically dramatic, whether that’s a film, book, song, we know the vibes]
Sylvie: I love the way you look when it happens
Sylvie: like you’re in pain, then total loss of control and then pure bliss
Jake: I love your concentration, doing it to me
Jake: You don’t pretend it’s effortless, and/or inevitable no matter what, you’re committed
Sylvie: It isn’t, not the way you do it for me
Sylvie: that’s the difference between how you make me feel and any other lad I’ve tried to do anything with, I could go through the motions; it might be okay, but
Sylvie: [French] There’s no comparison
Jake: We keep agreeing, but there isn’t, between you and her
Jake: Or you and any other girl I’ve had a crush on
Sylvie: Shh, you just wanna cum
Jake: Nn
Jake: I need to, but not yet
Sylvie: Not until my mouth is full
Sylvie: I practised really hard, I have to show you
Jake: [show her that you’re rewatching all that banana content with the film on pause so she knows to pause hers too so y’all are in the same place, because he can’t help himself]
Sylvie: My lips look insane
Sylvie: and my eyes
Jake: They are
Jake: [telling her to recreate a particular moment he’s enjoying rewatching with her tv remote because they both have one to hand atm, it’s an obvious choice cos RIP to that banana he had her bite]
Sylvie: [doing it, and struggling more because it’s more rigid and wide than the banana would be, probably, making the #struggle part of it though, obvs]
Jake: [so genuinely about to write ILY that he has to as genuinely drop his phone into his lap for a sec, which would hurt under these blue balls conditions, to stop himself, we’ll pretend the … she’s seeing is just him speechless, not a lie, eventually, after the pause ™, writing her name, which is giving how he said it at the venue the first time, all hoarse and !!, same energy being portrayed here, she’ll know]
Sylvie: Your name feels sacred
Jake: Who chose yours?
Sylvie: I don’t actually know
Sylvie: for writing a whole book about it, there’s very limited information on me and my childhood in there
Sylvie: What about you?
Jake: Well, Sylvie suits you, whoever did
Jake: French you and Irish you
Jake: My mother chose mine, and my father chose my sister’s; she’d swear under oath that they were subverting gender norms of standard baby naming conventions or something
Jake: I suspect favouritism for the eldest daughter, to balance out [his mum’s name]’s for her youngest son
Jake: That, or he secretly liked Talia best, from the beginning, irrespective of birth order
Sylvie: I’m not mad at it, whichever one of them picked it, I’m usually the only one, no confusion, easy to say…
Sylvie: Yours suits you too; you can be Jacob when you’re being your serious self and Jake when you’re being a nerd
Sylvie: Why do you think that?
Jake: Why wouldn’t he? They’re the most alike
Sylvie: I don’t know if he knew that the second you were born, respectively
Sylvie: more in common doesn’t mean more love
Jake: Having a child is an exercise in ego, reading between the lines of your mother’s garbage book
Jake: Even the most well-intentioned people do it to pass parts of themselves down, their name, personality traits or appearance, right?
Sylvie: Watching [this film which is giving peak romance idealism obvs] has made you feel this cynical?
Sylvie: [the director] will be rolling in their grave
Jake: You’d roll your eyes at me, dare I admit missing you has
Sylvie: [French] You wish
Sylvie: I think that’s part of it, but it’s arguably as big a part to most people to want to give and receive a level of love otherwise denied to them; there’s meant to be no one you love more than your own children
Jake: That’s true, looking at your picture, I couldn’t love my baby more
Sylvie: Jake
Jake: How innocent she is would have [this director] returning from the grave to cast little you in a scene-stealing role
Jake: [in French, ‘I love her’ again as if baby Sylvie like French Sylvie is a different person]
Sylvie: [French] Is that what you love about her most?
Jake: I couldn’t pick a favourite, she’s perfect
Sylvie: [French] You’re so good with her
Jake: GspR b1 [we see you using text speak to try and downplay how much you hope so sir]
Sylvie: I promise
Sylvie: You’re the most important person in her life
Jake: I promise I won’t let her down
Sylvie: I know, I know you mean it
Jake: [French] She deserves the world
Sylvie: You deserve everything I’m going to give you for loving her so well
Jake: Give me [whatever romantic scenario is happening in this film rn because he do want peak romance and idealism and not to be a cynic ever thank you]
Sylvie: If that’s what you want
Sylvie: [French] Anything
Jake: [French] You and me
Sylvie: You’ve got me
Jake: For [however many until he’s 83] years
Sylvie: I’ll never miss another birthday
Jake: I’ll blow your fringe out of your eyes and wish on you
Jake: [new French petname drop, ‘my candle’ this time]
Sylvie: And I’ll make your wishes come true
Sylvie: you’re going to be a famous singer-songwriter, what else do you want?
Jake: [take a sec to really discuss your Paris dreams cos y’all haven’t in depth yet, aka where you’d wanna live, what kind of house or apartment or whatever, in which part of the city and what you want views of, if you’re famous and money and reality is no object, obvs, cos despite what he said earlier being extra af about her Paris, he does still have many a daydream about the actual city]
Sylvie: We’ll not need anything else
Jake: You and [any instruments he can’t afford currently and a fantasy dj set up for this gal]
Sylvie: I’ll let you have a real puppy too
Jake: I don’t know that I’d cope with your puppy eyes
Jake: You’d get jealous
Sylvie: You love making me jealous
Jake: That’s what you love doing to me
Sylvie: I won’t deny it
Jake: I’ve never intentionally done it to you
Sylvie: Try it, see what you think
Jake: I did, after you asked for it with [the girl he had a crush on they talked about]
Sylvie: We started arguing
Jake: Yeah
Sylvie: Not about her
Jake: Are we going to argue about arguing?
Sylvie: Maybe
Jake: [steal the way she’s sassily wrote maybe in French text speak before]
Sylvie: That party sucked
Jake: There were highs and lows
Sylvie: I had every right to sleep with Bobby, or [pub boy]
Jake: Don’t say that; it sounds and feels wrong
Sylvie: It is, but it’s still true
Sylvie: you did it
Jake: That wasn’t about you
Sylvie: That’s not the point
Jake: I didn’t do it to point-score; you would be trying to by sleeping with Bobby or [pub boy], because you don’t have feelings for them
Sylvie: I’m not going to do it, I couldn’t
Jake: I couldn’t kiss or touch a random party attendee either
Sylvie: Right
Jake: [French] Why are we fighting?
Sylvie: Because it’s not fair
Jake: I know
Jake: [French] But it’s in the past; she is
Sylvie: Yesterday
Sylvie: you’re no more over it than I am
Jake: I’ve shown and told you how sorry I am today
Sylvie: Yes, you have
Jake: [French] And you’re still annoyed [the word they always use in text speak being used here]
Sylvie: I’m confused
Jake: What’s confusing?
Sylvie: What am I even doing
Jake: What does that mean?
Sylvie: How do I know this isn’t point-scoring for you two
Jake: [French] You know me better than that
Sylvie: That’s the logical conclusion, if I was smart, I’d see the pattern
Jake: Logical?
Sylvie: You do this all the time, break up and make up, right?
Jake: Are you seriously going to make me rehash everything that happened to underline why this is messed up and different?
Jake: I’m barely holding it together
Sylvie: No, don’t
Sylvie: I’m not asking you to do that
Jake: I don’t understand what you’re asking for or where the switch-up came from
Jake: [French] We were talking about Paris, and then…
Sylvie: You can’t turn off your feelings
Jake: I have to; Mona didn’t give me a choice
Sylvie: It isn’t that simple
Jake: She’s shown her true colours, and I can’t be with somebody like her
Sylvie: You still need to process it
Jake: I am
Jake: I will
Sylvie: You don’t need to rush
Jake: So why does it seem like you’re pushing me into a corner to go and process?
Sylvie: I’m not, you don’t want to deal with it, understandably, so you’re putting it off here with me
Jake: Great, make me sound like I’m using you
Sylvie: You can say it back, I’m using you to not think about the Bobby stuff
Jake: No, you’re twisting everything into negatives
Sylvie: I’m not saying it’s true, just that acting like these things are completely unrelated isn’t either
Jake: I can see what you’re doing, all the benefits of running without leaving your couch
Jake: Stop ruining it
Sylvie: I’m ruining it, because I’m trying to have an honest conversation?
Jake: You’re accusing me of playing some sick game with my ex that has you at the center
Sylvie: Now I’m an ego-maniac too, wow
Jake: I have no idea what you’re trying to achieve, other than keeping me at arm’s length suddenly
Jake: What did I say to trigger you this time?
Sylvie: I’m not triggered, Jesus
Jake: Be honest, that’s what this conversation is supposed to be
Sylvie: You have so much experience, I don’t mean sexually but with relationships in general
Jake: Not with you
Jake: Us navigating this together is as new an experience for me as you
Sylvie: I don’t even know who named me
Sylvie: I’m like one of those sea turtles whose first steps are alone across the expanse of the beach and into the ocean, and you’re
Sylvie: I don’t know, a beloved pack animal that stays together their whole lives
Jake: You don’t have to know every answer to every question; this isn’t [a lesson you share where the teacher expects that and is always giving surprise tests, those vibes]
Sylvie: I wish I did
Jake: We’re compatible where it counts, aren’t we?
Sylvie: You’re the one asking now
Jake: You to believe me
Sylvie: I’ve not lied once, when I told you I’ve never felt this close or connected to someone
Sylvie: but is that just because of my sad background
Jake: We’ve both got sad stuff in our backgrounds, because everyone does
Jake: My dad’s bench is only getting the credit it’s due for bringing us closer
Sylvie: I wasn’t implying absentee parents made me unique or anything
Sylvie: you pointed it out, your ex has her own daddy issues
Jake: I’m not diminishing what you’ve been through with your parents; it sucks
Jake: But a slight coincidence doesn’t make you my type; I don’t spend my free days on the hunt for neglected girls like you’re implying
Sylvie: I know I’m not your type
Sylvie: and I wasn’t implying that, at all
Jake: Nptk [because it means whatever but also nonsense, fitting]
Sylvie: Do you want me to say that’s what I think you’re doing?
Jake: Why the hell would I?
Sylvie: Then we’d have something substantial to argue about
Jake: Who said I wanted to argue with you?
Sylvie: Because you find me so frustrating
Jake: I find your swerves impossible to follow
Sylvie: I’m not doing it to be more appealing
Jake: I’m not flirting
Sylvie: I’m not stupid, Jake
Jake: [French] I’m tired
Sylvie: We don’t have to do this right now
Sylvie: [French] I’m serious
Jake: [French] You’re giving me a headache
Sylvie: Go get some rest, forget about this, okay
Sylvie: I might not be but this is dumb
Jake: How am I meant to sleep this off?
Sylvie: Nothing has changed here
Jake: [French] You’re so confusing
Sylvie: JC [because boy do we know]
Sylvie: I swear, it’s alright, you don’t need to add this to your pile
Jake: Jv [for I’m going, and because it kinda matches her JC, written like that]
Sylvie: Alright
Sylvie: sleep well, talk later
Jake: Mr6 [thanks, because he absolutely will not, not only because it’s a seizure coming over the hill symptom, like his headache, like his confusion and #moods]
Jake: Bsr [for good evening, because they were having one lol but now they aren’t, also never gonna be a goodbye even when they are beefing]
Sylvie: Jenémar, DSL [I’m sick of it, I’m sorry]
Jake: [hitting her with a ‘me too’, in English, not elaborating if he means he’s also sick of it or also soz or both]
Sylvie: [French] I’ll keep trying, and I still like you
Jake: [French] Keep trying to what…?
Sylvie: Get better at this
Jake: Okay, same
Sylvie: That should count for something, right
Jake: [French] I like you a lot
Jake: That should count for something
Sylvie: [French] It does
Jake: Jsp [I don’t know]
Sylvie: Don’t
Jake: Svp [please, her version of]
Sylvie: Stp [his version]
Jake: X [for all the reasons, it’s believe, it’s a kiss, it’s a reminder of earlier happier times, it’s a ttfn of sorts without being the dreaded goodbye, it’s him being stuck here on the x like he was stood on the line outside, until they pick up where they left off, everything in a single letter]
Sylvie: [react to this message with the X emoji, like you can, so it’s not technically a reply and he can go, but is because you agree with that sentiment]
Jake: [do red heart emojis underneath because you never do emojis but you’ve drawn so many sharpie hearts on her today, do 3 like the xxxs you’ve done before when you mean kisses and the … on her lip you turned into hearts, we see you not wanting to go and wanting to acknowledge her reaction, despite feeling like pure shit with this genuine headache]
Jake: ❤️❤️❤️
Sylvie: [tell him your best headache remedy, like you’re simply trying to be helpful but you also don’t wanna go/say a goodbye]
Jake: [react with the 😇 because she’s being guardian angel coded again trying to take care of you even though you don’t feel like you deserve it because the girls have been fighting]
Sylvie: ☁️☁️☁️
Jake: [go and have the chat with your mum and sister you’ve been putting off, where you might be spacing out cos of everything you don’t wanna discuss about Mona and how you left things with Sylvie or it could be that type of seizure, soz hun, you won’t know]