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fidget / twenty / nightmare. if you wanna find love you know where the city is. [ 3 | 4 | 15 ]

[darling-dione-blog]

“When you talk I don’t hear anything wrong, everything is perfect babe.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“I love you.”

[darling-dione-blog]

“I beg to differ, you’re actually perfect.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“----..Sp--..speech th-therapy isn’t p-perfect.”

[darling-dione-blog]

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t gotten rid of me yet, I’m a freaking handful.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“H----...hey... we’re b-both hand--..handfuls in our o---..own ways.”

[darling-dione-blog]

“God you are fucking adorable, how’d I land you again?”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“I---..it’s the other way around... H-how did I l-land you?”

[darling-dione-blog]

“Well I’m…shocked. Sure–What’s the occasion?”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“I---...It’s d-date ni---..night, I just d-decided.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“I o----..ordered pi-pizza and r-rented Th---...The Fault in O---..our Stars, I kn-..know, girly choice--... are y-you in?”

[darling-dione-blog]

“Probably not–but I’ve been known to do reckless things.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“Oh----... I kn-know, l-like ro-robbing---.... liquor stores.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“I---...is th-that wise?”

[just--zero]

You can bum one it’s not a big deal

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“Th----...thanks.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“U---....uh f-fuck.... I r-ran out of----....c-cigarettes.”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

darling-dione:

Dione went threw all of the older records, finding the ones she wanted with ease as a large smile fell on her face. “Babe, I love this place.” She called over to him, hurrying over with all of her records.

“I---...It’s r-really cool, y-yeah.” He smiled, taking some records off her to free her arms slightly. “Th---...they have su-such good qu-quality stuff.”

[darling-dione-blog]

Dione shrugged, still close to the boy. “I don’t mind.” She replied carelessly, and of course it was the truth. Soon enough they had reached the shop, Dione dropping his hand as she hurried over to her genre aisle.

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“Al--..alright,” he smiled, dumping his cigarette into the nearest bin before entering the store, eyes directly going towards all the instruments.

[darling-dione-blog]

Dione smiled at her small victory, leaning into the boy slightly as they walked. She glanced over at the smoke as they continued walking, looking away again as her eyes wandered elsewhere.

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“S---..sorry, h-habit.” He muttered, flicking ash away from the two of them onto the sidewalk. “Th---..the s-shop’s ju---..just u-up ahead.”

[darling-dione-blog]

Dione furrowed her brows and groaned as she followed him out, being pulled out as he took her hand. “Well I call dinner, so there.” She stuck her tongue out at him right back.

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“F---..fine.” He smiled, walking down the street with her, heading towards the music shop. Pulling a cigarette from his back pocket, he lit up, blowing smoke away from her.

[darling-dione-blog]

“But baaaaaabe..” Dione ran her fingertips along his neck up to his jaw, turning his face to look at her. “Please?”

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“N--...nope. S-see, it’s p-pa-paid for n-now.” He poked his tongue out, taking her hand and walking out of the cafe with her.

[darling-dione-blog]

“Hey–Take my money!” The brunette pouted, placing her hands on her hips.

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

“N--.no!” He smirked, poking his tongue out and laughing lightly.

[darling-dione-blog]

Dione got up from her seat in the booth, pulling out money from her wallet before she set it down on the table.

[fidget--pipistrello-blog]

Fidget picked up the money she left there, replacing it with his own money. “M--.my sh-shout.”