Good Enough

now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick and it’s all in my head

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Text // Angelo

Lily: i hinkso

Lily: dpoubt what? why are yiu so confused

Lily: lk omk ok i cant wai to get home now

Angelo: Well you hinked wrong.

Angelo: Nothing.

Angelo: Are you still not fucking home? Jesus, Lily.

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Though Angelo never had an issue drinking, he didn’t visit bars that often. Usually it was in celebration of something, or if he had hit such a low that alcohol seemed to be the only cure. But this... he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t feeling shitty. He was actually feeling better than usual, and he didn’t like it. He wanted to do something stupid. Something that forced him back into his usual mood. That’s how he found himself finishing off his drink and glancing over at whoever happened to be sitting beside him. “Tell me,” he started, placing his arm on the bar table, “come here often?”

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lisettemarshall:

“I know you can handle it by yourself. I could have handled my mess by myself, too, but..” The comment was muttered under her breath and she shrugged. “You can handle a lot of things by yourself, but that doesn’t mean you have to turn down help when it’s there. I came here to see you. Put your pride away for five seconds.” Lisette gathered the rest of the larger pieces she could carry and popped upright. “There, the rest is all yours,” she told him, glancing around the restaurant. “Now.. Where’s the trash?”

Rather than answer, Angelo sent her a glare, but let her do as she wanted, his jaw clenching a few times before gesturing over towards the trash can. “There,” he muttered, sweeping up the rest when she walked away and taking a deep breath, trying his best to calm down before she walked back over. “So, what? Why are you here? Me?" He let out a humorless laugh. “You might want to come back another day, Lisette.”

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gdikeira:

Sitting alone at a table nearby, Keira groaned as she peered up from her textbook and sent a wide-eyed glare over to where the incident occurred. “Your mood isn’t exactly a concern of mine right now” Keira hissed insensitively after Angelo spoke. “I’m not in the mood to be hearing glass shattering while I’m trying to study, believe it or not” In reality, she had already read over everything she had needed to and was simply waiting it out in the restaurant to avoid a gathering her roommate was having but that wasn’t something she was ever going to admit. 

“Well, fuck, I forgot our restaurants supposed to be fucking serene while you’re studying, instead of just - you know, going the fuck home,” he said, raising his hands in defense. “Do you want me to give you a free coffee for your trouble?”

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alexabarnettt:

At his intake of breath, Alexa could sense that she might be annoying him already and, while she didn’t know him, she was adamant she would change his opinion of her. “Okay” she agreed, though it didn’t take long for her to remember that she didn’t back down easily. “Are you sure? I have some really great ones. Besides, who doesn’t love jokes?” she asked, a ridiculous grin on her face. “Do I get to know my waiter’s name?”

“I’m sure that I don’t,” he said, sending her a look before moving away, coming back to hand her a menu. “At least ones that end in a pun or start with knock knock. Effortless humor is far more interesting,” he muttered, placing his hand on the table. “Angelo. Now, what do you want?”

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Text // Angelo

Lily: ar you sating im not allowed ot saying you dont disagreeig?

Lily: oh

Lily: sory

Lily: rally?? yau! i;l live text you al of my meals from now on this willbe great. this well bring us closer han we've eer been

Angelo: Was that supposed to make sense?

Angelo: I doubt that.

Angelo: But go ahead. Whatever. I can live vicariously through you while you eat.

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Text // Angelo

Lily: Am i not llowed to call you stupid? tdo you disagree?

Lily: sotp calling it gross!!!

Lily: When I finally eat it I'm going tor text you tellign you how good it is

Lily: o fucking k

Lily: it tlook way too much concentration to type that

Angelo: Nah?

Angelo: Whatever.

Angelo: I said NOT gross. Jesus.

Angelo: Alright. I can't wait. I love being live texted a persons fucking eating experience.

Angelo: Al fucking right.

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alexabarnettt:

Alexa pursed her lips slightly, realizing too late that it probably wasn’t the appropriate time for jokes. “Sorry, I have a really bad habit of saying things I shouldn’t say. And also of finding myself much funnier than I am” she apologized, laughing a little. “Okay, if you’re sure. Hey, if you wait my table then I’ll give you a really great tip to make up for my lack of funny jokes… actually, I probably shouldn’t promise that since I don’t exactly have money to spare. I could tip you in better thought out jokes. Even better, right?”

Raising an eyebrow, he took a deep breath. A large part of him wanted to tell the girl to fuck off, but he found himself catching his tongue when she apologized. He held tightly to the end of the broom, raising an eyebrow at her. “Better jokes? Doesn’t sound too promising,” he retorted. “If you thought that was funny, then I’m not looking forward to hearing anything else. If I wait your table, will you promise not to make anymore jokes?”

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Text // Angelo

Lily: Yo are excused ;P

Lily: Well know you now

Lily: but eve if you now want ysoe you're not allowed for being rude

Lily: Relax. Almst

Angelo: Thanks.

Angelo: You called me stupid. Doesn't that make us even? Not that I want your not gross pizza anymore, anyways. If you're willing to carry it around with you, you should eat it.

Angelo: I'm perfectly fucking calm. I'm just making sure.

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lisettemarshall:

Instinctually, she flinched away as he reached for her wrist and muttered an apology mixed with a curse word once she relaxed. “Yeah, because I loved it so much the first time,” she answered him with a roll of her eyes. “No, I..” Lisette glanced around at the glass on the floor. “You said you weren’t in the mood, so I figured I could help clean up a little. It’s not a big deal. I’ll get the bigger pieces and you can sweep up the tiny shards—Sounds like a reasonable idea to me. Besides, you’ve cleaned up after me before.” She gave him a pointed look before she knelt back down to finish her task. “Let me return the favor then maybe I’ll sit down.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, instantly regretting how he’d been getting more comfortable with touch. He listened to her in clear disapproval, not wanting her to clean up his embarrassing mess, though... now he sort of understood how she felt the last time they’d been in this situation. Still, he didn’t feel all that comfortable with the idea. He really wanted her to disappear, annoyed that she had shown up in the first place, of all people. He wasn’t sure where his mind was at, but it definitely wasn’t in a place where he could laugh this off. Instead, he sighed. “I can handle it myself.”

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zoeyspellman:

“All the motherfucking time. Which is why I give you exactly what you want and insult you. What do you want me to do, wax on and on about how grateful I am for the chance to speak with you?” She rolled her eyes but fell more into her normal brand of hostility than what she was showing him before. Catching the menu she glanced through and shrugged. “The chocolate cream sounds good. If it’s a treat might as well go all out. Despite what you and the rest f this town might think, I don’t yell at people over nothing, especially if it wasn’t their fault. But you do what you want.”

“Wait,” he said, a laugh of disbelief falling from his lips, holding up a finger. “You insult me because I want you to?” He grinned, then, before crossing his arms over his chest with a shrug. “Why are you treating yourself?” With the knowledge that she’d been going out of her way to make him happy, in his odd way, he felt more assured on where they stood as friends, and comfortable enough to ask questions. He took the menu back, rolling his eyes. “Just let me pretend so I don’t feel fucking gross for be nice.”

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Text // Angelo

Lily: youre ewoelome for my existance

Lily: no. god you are stupi. oi dropped one slice on my dress and nowilook like a cheesy mess but i then reaized i shoudl stop trting to eat and walk and hold shoes int my hands at the same time so i closed te box

Lily: correct

Lily: ok but its not gross

Angelo: Well, damn, excuse me. I'm sorry I didn't know what exactly happened with you and your fucking pizza.

Angelo: Right. Not gross. Great to know.

Angelo: You home yet?

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Text // Angelo

Lily: how lcuky o you feel to be so like me?

Lily: what the fuk do you eman is it safe?

Lily: its' not wird what the hecll

Lily: almiost and no you should not

Angelo: Extremely. I've never felt this lucky in my life, though I doubt that's much of a surprise.

Angelo: I don't fucking know! Did you drop it on the ground, too? I need to know the history of this pizza if I wanna put it in my fucking mouth.

Angelo: Almost?

Angelo: Well. Too late.

Angelo: Keep me updated. On you and your gross pizza.

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Text // Angelo

Lily: WEE HAVE TSO MUCH IN OCOMMON!!!

Lily: yes i stoppedeating it agter i dropped it on me and figuref i should save i for home

Angelo: It's almost like we're the same fucking person.

Angelo: Is it safe? Can I have some?

Angelo: You know what? Never mind. Keep your weird pizza.

Angelo: Are you home? Should I be concerned or something?

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Text | Angelo

Sadie: Hey, could you pick up Ariel from kindergarten? I’m stuck in traffic.

Angelo: Wrong number, I think?

Angelo: I mean, I ain't got no problem hanging out with kids. We're super chill and I'm fucking great at singing my abc's with them and shit.

Angelo: And not cursing.

Angelo: But I get the feeling you wouldn't actually be alright with me picking up your kid. Which is understandable.

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Text // Angelo

Lily: you enow when our feet hurt so much that you walk home barefoot and you drop pizza on tour dress but are still having a grea time??

Lily: that's me tight now

Angelo: Yeah. All the fucking time.

Angelo: You still got pizza?

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lisettemarshall:

Her smile faltered immediately when Angelo spoke up before she had the chance to. She almost snapped at him, but her lips formed a firm line instead. “Okay.” She kept her reply short but not hostile. Dropping her gaze down to the glass on the floor, she adjusted her coat and her bag on her arm and knelt down to pick up some of the larger pieces, careful not to cut herself as she did so.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Angelo rushed out, bending down and carefully reaching forward for her wrist, tugging her away from the glass. “You tryna get your fucking hand cut up again? The hell,” he muttered, taking the glass from her. “I’ve got it. Just...” He cut himself off, looking over at her. “Go sit down? I’ll be over in a minute.”