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@esmepng-blog
“ Pardon me if I’m coming off as a bit of a bitch, babydoll… ” Sivana starts slowly, eyes hooded and a plastic little smile ghosting across her lips, “ but if you don’t give me my FUCKING ice cream back in the next thirty seconds, imminent death will be the least of your worries. ”
Glancing up at Sivana from a spoonful of ice cream, Esme’s small smile faltered and she bit her lip. “This is yours? I just saw it on the table and like ten minutes passed by and nobody ate it so...”
dallas laughs and can’t help the bashful grin that comes along with it. “i guess i am. the first one was… interesting. it was just a kiss, like… i don’t have feelings for him or anything, but it happened naturally. we just had this moment, and he kissed me and i went with it. and it was good.” he licks over his lips once as the memories of what had happened with essa started coming back to him. “the second one…” he trails off, his grin becoming mischievous again as he looks at her. he’s usually great with a poker face, but with esme, he doesn’t have to pull one. “that was something. it was hot.”
esme listens intently to everything that dallas is saying, a bit shocked that her dallas had even kissed a boy. as soon as he starts talking about the second kiss, she can’t help but notice the look creeping across his face. arching an eyebrow curiously, she lets herself flop back against the pillows. “did you have sex with the second one? i’m just asking ‘cause i’m curious and as your best friend, i deserve to know if you’re the catcher or the pitcher.”
“he was hot then, and he’s hot now. i totally still would, so i’m not judging,” blakely chuckles, nudging esme’s shoulder playfully. “hey, it just means they love you,” she offers with a shrug. “what else are parents for if not breathing down your neck and making sure you’re making good life decisions?”
“did you hear he’s gonna be on scream queens?! do we even get scream queens in paris? oh my god, wait, american horror story starts on wednesday. and then scream queens and how to get away with murder all in the next week,” esme’s voice dropped slightly, a bit terrified at the idea of missing her shows while in paris. “my mom and grandma are a bit on the overbearing side though.”
“the hospital? have that wild of a night did you? did you break a bone? get your stomach pumped? come on, give me all the dirty details.”
“i wish i was that adventurous. no, i ended up getting an appendectomy.”
“i know, i know. all i’m saying is that i’d rather not see any of your intestines spill out onto me,” he teases with a grin and a laugh, ready to change the subject right away. he’s not ready to think about saying goodbye to anyone let alone esme, and hearing her speak like that only makes him feel more uneasy about eventually telling her he won’t be returning to boston. he takes a deep breath, and smiles at her when he exhales. “alright, well… i did something. or, more like… i tried something. something new.” the color in his cheeks tints to a light, subtle pink, his dimples hollowing with mischief as he grins at her. “i kissed a guy. two guys.”
“i’ll try my hardest to suck it in,” she teased, rubbing the back of her neck. esme couldn’t help but notice the fact that dallas was quick to change the subject about them leaving each other but she didn’t really think much of it. sitting up slightly and leaning against the pillows, the brunette watched as the male took a deep breath and confessed about kissing two guys. her eyes widened playfully before she poked his dimple and smiled. “well, well, well, dallas mckinley is playing for both teams! did you like it? who were they?”
“yeah? you really mean that? no- no, of course not. it was amazing. you were amazing, babe.”
“yeah, ‘course i mean it. especially if you need someone to vent to or something. ---- thanks, i appreciate that. i mean, i-i don’t know if we should make a habit of it but it was nice.”
“really? huh. well, i’ve had a lot on my plate, really. i don’t want to bore you with the details. plus, i kind of felt embarrassed to face you, in case you regretted it. i mean, we were both really drunk.”
“well, if you need someone to talk to, you can always come to me. i don’t mind listening. why would i regret it? i wanted it despite being super drunk. it was...fun. d-did you regret it?”
at esme’s compliment, enzo’s cheeks instantly flush a light pink of embarrassment. it’s not that he’s embarrassed that he slept with her— that’s not the case at all. in fact, he finds esme to be a breath of fresh air. she’s sweet, innocent, and incredibly kind and thoughtful. he can’t say he caught feelings while in bed with her but his fondness of the girl hasn’t subsided, that’s certain. he swallows hard and nods once. “you were quite good as well, and i’m not just saying that,” he insists with a small voice. “and your, uh–” he lifts a hand and pats his chest. “piercings are nice,” he concludes. he wrinkles his nose at esme’s question and laughs, then nods. “quite drunk, yep,” he answers. “i think the majority of my trip was spent intoxicated. needless to say, i should step away from alcohol for a bit, huh?”
esme’s dark eyes catch enzo’s cheeks flushing pink and she can’t help but let a small smile grace her features. it’s not like either of them were drunk when they’d slept together- in all reality, esme still wasn’t sure what came over both of them but she didn’t regret it. enzo was definitely not like the other guys around; he was sweet, funny, sincere, genuine and definitely her type so if she had to have slept with anyone during the trip, she was glad it was him. in some ways, it probably brought them a little closer. his compliment makes her own cheeks flush with warmth and she bites her bottom lip to suppress a smirk. “thanks. oh, y-yeah, you’re probably the only person who’s actually seen that,” she mumbled. a light laugh leaves her lips and she shakes her head slightly. “i never really took you for the drinking type but i guess i was wrong. if that’s the case, we should go out for drinks and then you can start your alcohol cleanse.”
“Oh wow, you did? I won’t believe you unless you show me the scar.” he crossed his arms playfully. “Nah, it’s just me with the extraordinary life. Everyone else is pretty ordinary…unless they have me in it.” he shrugged cockily. “Let’s not talk about Enzo, he’s weird.” he made a face. Parker was like a middle schooler when it came to crushes. “Aw! I bet you’re not boring. I would never throw a surprise party for a boring friend. Let’s play a game, alright? You tell me who in the group you’ve…y’know…done things with and I tell you. But it has to be top secret, got it?”
“Well, I have a bandage over it right now but...” Esme carefully lifted her shirt up slightly, revealing a large gauze on her side, wincing slightly as she moved before setting it back down. “Sounds like someone’s a little sure of himself. --- Enzo’s great, he’s a good friend.” The brunette let out a small sigh and scrunched up her nose slightly at the idea of the game but shrugged and nodded nonetheless. “Okay, fine. So? I go first? --- Okay, I’ve only really slept with Essa and Enzo. That’s it. Kinda boring, I know.”
I was quiet, but I was not blind.
Jane Austen, Mansfield Park (via clairewords)
“yeah, sure,” blakely shrugs. she really is happy to help esme. they’d been good friends since day one, and if there was something blakely could do to help, she’d be happy to do it. blakely laughs at esme’s comment. “m’not sure there’s much you need to worry about love, if someone doesn’t see your shine, they’re probably blind.” she laughs again, shaking her head. “god, i had the biggest crush on uncle jesse. but your mom came? that’s so nice. i bet it was good to see her!”
a small smile appears on esme’s face and she suddenly feels a bit more relaxed than she did before. blakely and her hadn’t been friends for long but she considered the girl to be a close friend. in fact, esme would go as far as saying that she might be her only real friend outside of dallas. “i think we all did. i still think john stamos is daddy as fuck but...you didn’t hear that from me. yeah, she did. and my grandma. they’re kind of...overbearingly protective. kind of like dallas except dallas gives me room to breathe sometimes.”
dallas can’t help a roll of his eyes along with the soft smile on his face. “shut up, i was worried about you. maybe i shouldn’t tell you, with an attitude like that, young lady.”
“i know you were worried about me, you’re always worried about me. but you do realize that at some point, there’s gonna come a time where we’re not together anymore and you’re gonna have to let go of me, right?” esme questioned, suddenly feeling a little sad before moving a little closer and pressing a kiss to his temple. “okay, mr. mckinley, you’re not getting off that easy. spill the beans.”
“is that what you really think of me? as someone who only talks to you when they want something? i’m not a monster, esme. and the fact that you would even imply i’m one is kind of hurtful. all i did was compliment you, i’m not asking for anything from you. look, i’ll get out of your hair if that’s what you want.”
“i’m not making you out to be a monster but...you haven’t really talked to me since the night of my birthday. and i know guys like you, essa, i’m quiet and nice but i’m not stupid. --- ugh, no, you don’t have to leave. i’m sorry.”
“c’mon es, don’t be so distrusting. sometimes a compliment really is just a compliment. do you really expect me not to point out how gorgeous you are when you come out looking the way that you do?”
“it’s just weird when you don’t talk to me half the time unless you’re looking for something. not gonna lie, it makes me kind of anxious.”
She’s scared of falling in love but she likes the idea of falling in love.
Lazyfacenacho (via wnq-writers)
the second he sees any discomfort on her face, dallas’ gaze flies to the hand she’s holding on her side. “okay, actually, i’m not telling you until you promise you’ll relax, and let me know when you’re uncomfortable.”
“i’m relaxed! it just hurt a little to move, that’s all. and if i feel uncomfortable, i’ll tell you. happy, dad?”
“well, if it’s any consolation. you still look beautiful as ever, esme.”
“still as charming as ever, i see. y’know, if i wasn’t so suspicious of your intentions half the time, i might accept that compliment for what it is.”
