em-moreno:
Em sighed and finished off the joint before putting it out against the stone they were sitting on. “I don’t want to hurt you,” she spoke softly cause literally Emma has never said that or opened up to ppl before ok this is big.
Widening his eyes at her, he took both her hands into his. “I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.” He smiled. “Maybe I’ll hurt you. Even though I don’t want to.”
“How would you do it?” she asked, slightly joking, but slightly serious too. “How would you hurt me?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never actually gave it a thought“ He said, a bit annoyed. “Do you think about how you might hurt me?“ Liam asked, serious.
Emma shook her head. “I never think about it, just ends up happening.” she chuckled wryly. “I’m bad luck.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “Moreno, I hope you don’t get offended by what I’m gonna say, but that’s so cliché.” He shrugged. “Don’t overthink things. Just enjoy them. Maybe if you stop waiting for something shitty to happen, you’ll figure out you’re not bad luck.”
Emma felt more relaxed as the weed did its thing and his words were actually sort of comforting. “You’re right,” she nodded and wrapped her arms around him. “So, what should I think about instead?”













