radicallybeth:
“Well.” Frances huffed and threw her hands into the air. “Why bother asking if you’re not interested in a real answer?”
“Because I know it makes you really fucking happy to flaunt your expertise.”
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radicallybeth:
“Well.” Frances huffed and threw her hands into the air. “Why bother asking if you’re not interested in a real answer?”
“Because I know it makes you really fucking happy to flaunt your expertise.”
radicallybeth:
“It’s reaching, if you ask me.”
“But what do I know? I’m just a cadaver expert.”
“Cool.”
radicallybeth:
“Well I can’t just not know.” Andi swiped the bag off the bed.
“I’ll be back.”
“‘Kay.”
radicallybeth:
“Oh, god, I don’t know if I can do this. At least not without throwing up. Again.”
“You don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, Andi.”
radicallybeth:
“Thanks, bro.”
x
Less than an hour later, Alex arrived home again with the test. He tossed the test over to Andi, which was carefully concealed in a brown paper bag.
“There you are.”
nextgenbaddie:
“I love him as much as the next person, but will same Alex help out an improving Abby?”
“Abby is already perfect and doesn’t need improving, but same Alex will always help her out.”
radicallybeth:
“Gladly.”
{ fin }
nextgenbaddie:
“You’re going to the gym whether you like it or not. Come on, it’s supposed to be our year.”
“What about new year, same Alex?”
radicallybeth:
“Yeah. Please.”
“Give me a bit, and I’ll be back in a flash.”
radicallybeth:
“Okay, I don’t know if the bigger problem here is that you think you’re entitled to be a pompous ass of a witch to someone you care about, or that you think that bloke was fit.”
“Go to hell.”
nextgenbaddie:
“Ooh goody, an after gym treat.”
“Ooooooor maybe a before-gym treat? Or a no-gym treat?”
radicallybeth:
“Don’t.” It was too soon to take any of this seriously. “I don’t know if I want that. Ugh.” Andi splayed herself across the bed and pulled an old stuffed animal of hers close.
“I’ll just hide out in here, I guess.”
Alex pressed his lips together. His face flushed a pinkish tone, regretting his words. He had to think and act sensitively.
“Do you want me to, uh, get one of those tests?”
“Surprise!”
nextgenbaddie:
“I have to run to the shelter for my shift.”
“’Kay.”
radicallybeth:
“Don’t even. You are a drama queen, and everyone knows it.”
“But sure, call me having feelings dramatic. If that helps you sleep at night.”
“Let me make this very clear. We are not exclusive, and I’m not your property, which means I can do what I want when I want. That includes letting a fit wizard buy me a martini, got it?”
radicallybeth:
“Please be right.”
“Wait, what’s for dinner? Something smells good.”
“I am! It’s gonna be okay. Great, even. Having a little one around wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, if that’s what you want.”
“Pasta with pesto, I think.”
radicallybeth:
“Oh, hark who’s talking, dra— woman-child.”
“Really?” Emma arched a brow. “How so?”