tipsy || f2f
sharkboysullivan:
Caleb picked up the margarita, taking a deep sip of it and letting Ofelia vent. After all these years, he knew better than to interfere when Ofelia got started - it was much better to just let her get things off of her chest than to try and stop her when she had things that she needed to say. Still, he nearly snorted lime juice and tequila out of his nose when she ranted at the selfie and how stupid it was to print it out; he definitely didnāt disagree with that sentiment. āDo I really need to see Cam up that close? He was kinda creepy looking even from afar,ā Caleb laughed, swatting the photo away from him and wrinkling his nose. Cam West was definitely not his favorite person, not now, not ever, but his eyes still widened when she handed him the pieces of the picture to light on fire. āO, is that really necessary?ā he asked, expecting his hands to start feeling a burning sensation - the thought never really occurred to him to drop the pieces, but he finally did when Ofelia dropped the lighter, breathing a sigh of relief.
He was about to make some sort of joke about how he hoped she didnāt really need to light him on fire as part of whatever cleansing ceremony she was throwing for herself right now, but he stopped short as her rant took a darker turn. Caleb put his drink back down on the table, having nearly chugged the whole thing already, and reached out to take Ofeliaās hands instead, trying to calm her down before she could light the couch on fire or something, too. āHey, hey, thatās not true, thatās not true at all,ā Caleb insisted, turning his body so that he was facing her square on, his eyes never leaving hers. āYouāre just going through a rough patch right now, it happens to all of us. I mean, remember when I was a college drop out taking pictures of Coolsville weddings? Totally not the dream job, but I just had to keep trying until I got my big break.ā Caleb squeezed Ofeliaās hands, waiting for her to inevitably try to wriggle away and destroy something else in their line of sight, but praying that she wouldnāt. āYouāre the best person Iāve ever met, O. If you really wanna like, be a nomad living on peopleās floors, then thatās up to you, but you havenāt peaked. You just havenāt found your thing yet, but thatās okay, I know youāll get there. Youāre Ofelia Hyatt, you can do anything.ā
Ofelia sighed the hardest sigh she thought sheād ever sighed in her whole entire life. It didnāt matter how many times Caleb told her she was the best person he knew or that she could do anything she wanted to. It didnāt change the fact that she was sitting there jobless, drunk, and would be on the verge of crying if not for the fact that she wasnāt wearing waterproof mascara. She looked down at her hands as Caleb held them.Ā āYeah, but you knew what you wanted to do. Iām not even sure if modeling was something I actually wanted to do or if I just did it because everyone thought I was pretty,ā She huffed. As conceited as it sounded, it was true. She had been the beauty queen of Mystery Inc. afterall, but it looked like her biggest suspicion was coming true; you couldnāt get by on just being pretty. You had to be smart, or talented, or possess some weird special skill that people would find a commodity. Well, she did have one skill.
She dropped Calebās hands only to climb on top of him so that she was straddling him on the couch.Ā āI mean, this-ā She gestured to the position she was currently in with Caleb under her,Ā ā-this used to be enough. Now youāre telling me I actually need more on my resume than Coolsville Pageant Queen from 1998-2010?ā She leaned back, almost losing her balance and falling backwards before regaining what little composure she had left.Ā āOr Homecoming and Prom Queen for like, three years?ā She put her hands on Calebās shoulders, staring him directly in the eyes as if prolonged eye contact would get her point across clearer somehow.Ā āI shouldāve existed during Marilyn Monroeās time. She slept with JFK! You donāt get much sexier than that!āĀ













