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Flailing her arms around, Jena kicked and pouted at him, but also, mostly at herself. “Hey. I can get up on my own you know.” She slurred. “And yeah, yep, I am.”
“Does my helping you make you uncomfortable? I’m sorry, Jen- I mean. Sorry.” He dropped his hands to his sides then shrugged. “I think I can think of one person who already loves you.”
TEXT ✉ GRAHAM
Jena: don't leave me, Zola, it's four guys
Graham: I guess I could come and stand outside the door.
“Okay, here it is, then.” Jena nodded, twirling around in her seat. She was so drunk, and so very sad. Leaning close and breathing vodka strong into his face, she shrugged. “I’m unlovable.” And then she fell to the floor, having fallen off her balance.
Graham waited patiently, trying to reach out and catch her, even when she had leaned close, only to not grip fast enough. “Hey, wait --” Quickly standing he grabbed her middle, pulling her up against him. “You aren’t unlovable.”
TEXT ✉ GRAHAM
Jena: because. we're lost in the sauce and they're lost in the game
Graham: Is that some sort of slang term? I'm a little... frightened.
TEXT ✉ GRAHAM
Jena: I bet your grandma and my grandma would get along tbh
Graham: Why do you say that?
“I just feel like I’ve already taken advantage of you enough.” Jena said, sighing. “You know, you don’t need this, you probably wanna be dancing or something. – Um. Well. It’s not positivity about other people, it’s positivity about me. I guess. Jesus, you sure you wanna be hearing all this?”
“You haven’t taken advantage of me at all, though.” Graham nodded. “Actually I can’t dance -- so it’s either me talking to you, or me sitting here in silence. I prefer the former. Yeah, I can handle it. Keep going.”
TEXT ✉ GRAHAM
Jena: gobble gobble :/
Jena: She hates them? Hate is a strong word
Graham: :/
Graham: That's what I say, goodness.
“Nothing, it’s really nothing.” She shrugged, leaning back. “Maybe they are, though. I don’t know.” Feeling herself freeze up again, she reached to take another drink for herself.
“You sure it was nothing? I’m um, a pretty good listener, you know?” Graham offered with a small shrug. “Why would you think that? Being positive sometimes isn’t a bad thing.”
“Oh, nothin’. Just getting dragged for little to no reason at all.” Noel huffed.
“Well gosh, that doesn’t seem fair. Why to heck is this going on?”
“Well, out of all the ones I’ve—I mean, I haven’t seen many, except for like… in movies,” he choked out. “Uh… thank you, I’m… flattered?” He didn’t know what to do with himself. He wanted to bolt out of there but he felt like that would only make the encounter even weirder.
“Have you um... seen a lot?” Graham shook his head, trying to hide his blush. “Oh no, don’t worry about it. You look like a large... man.” He nodded, so nervously.
“N-no… I don’t- I don’t think so?”
“Are you sure, Paul?”
Graham + Gwen // Time to pry
“I…” Gwen began, shaking her head, “I don’t even know how to answer that.” She was frustrated with herself and it was evident in her tone, pain clawing at her chest from the inside. “I just - I’m so fucked, Graham. I can’t eat, I can’t…I can’t sleep. Everything just hurts.”
Looking down, Graham tried to process everything in order to help Gwen. “Do you think maybe a doctor would help? A vacation? What can we do?” Reaching out he placed his palm on her shoulder. “I just don’t wanna see you be anything but happy -- but it’s okay not to be, you know that right?”
“Definitely not.” Jena shook her head. “The outfit covers up a lot of imperfections. For example, my puffy red eyes from crying, but you didn’t need to know that…” Why did she feel so comfortable talking right now? She needed to stop drinking, honestly. “Uh, well. It’s stupid. I used to want a lot of things. Like you wouldn’t know it, but my favorite movies – How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days, Bridget Jones, When Harry Met Sally, 13 Going on 30. I mean look at my dress, god, I’m fucking Cinderella. I don’t know. I’m a fraud, I guess. – I’m scared.”
“Why were you crying?” Graham tilted his head, wanting to step closer, but continued to keep a modest distance. “You could have all of that you know... it just takes the right person to take a chance on. You’ve been hurt before, right? You don’t wanna jump in because you’re afraid of the results? Maybe the results aren’t always bad.”
“It’s pretty average, maybe on the upper side? Not as big as yours—not that I was looking for too long, or anything.”
“Oh heavens, you think mine is big? I um... well I guess it is pretty thick. If I saw yours I’m sure it’d be a beau-- a nice one.”
“I was in the supermarket looking for sugar cookies and this tiny little old lady comes up to me and she’s one hundred percent convinced I’m her grandson Timmy. I tried to escape her but she kept coming after me with a basket full of denture cream asking why I never visit her anymore. And as I was hiding behind a shelf of Pop-Tarts waiting for her to leave, I started to think… What if I am Timmy? What if I just forgot?”
“Isn’t your name Timmy?”
“Did you really need to say that?”
“Oh goodness... what’s going on over here?”
TEXT ✉ [OPEN]
Jena: So here's the thing
Jena: I'm content eating hamburger helper and watching Netflix by myself come Thanksgiving but if you have an open space at your table that would also be p rad
Jena: p.s. I'm gonna need names of attending relatives and recipes you're gonna be serving thanks much love stay gold keep grandma away from incoming reindeer
Graham: Well I do make a mean turkey.
Graham: Whoa, I'm gonna have to get back to you. Just know my grandma hates reindeer.
