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Text: joey
Jo: Fuck off.
Roman: fuck you and learn to check your recipients before you press send. thanks, bye.
“But wasn’t she riding the horse? I mean, I’m sure this wasn’t the first time she whipped the kid. Plus, not everyone jumps when I slap their asses. Maybe it’s just you,” he said, before he reached over to slap the boy’s behind.
“Wow, what are you doing?” Don’t you have a boyfriend..” Roman asked, quick to grab the other boy’s hand before he could even touch him.
“That just seems more suspicious. But I guess I’ll have to trust you. It’s reasons like that I never want to get on a horse, they seem evil.”
“Some are and you know what, accuse all you want I’m capable of anything.”
“What? You’re saying the horse broke her arm because she whipped it too hard? How did you even know the horse would do that, are you some sort of fucking horse whisperer?”
“It’s the same as if you had a friend standing next to you and they smacked your ass really hard out of nowhere. What are you gonna do? Jump. Because you’re surprised. I’m no horse whisperer I just know better.”
- When Hell freezes over, Lucifer. - I can arrange that, actually.
Imogene smirked at Roman and rolled her eyes, “I know this is about your horse but I automatically think about your dick. Like, she whipped it too hard so you bucked her off the bed.” She chuckled and rose an eyebrow, “It’s true though right?”
“Not my horse, there’s no way in hell I’d let anyone on one of my horses. Wow you have got the dirtiest mind.” Roman laughed. “Why are you thinking about my dick, huh?”
She loved him not only in spite of but because he himself was incapable of love.
William Faulkner, The Sound and the Fury (via thelovejournals)
“–Why does it sound like you’re trying to cover up breaking a girl’s arm?”
“Nope. It was definitely her fault. I was just trying to warn her.”
Text: joey
Jo: You act like it would be such a horrible thing to get tampons for your mom, or girlfriend, or whatever.
Roman: well thank god i don't have a girlfriend, sister, or a mom who asks for that sort of help. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
“Well, that’s…. an intriguing story. Some people think they know it all, I guess. At least she learned her lesson.”
“You could not have said it better. They really do.”
Text: joey
Jo: You're probably the type of guy who is completely grossed out about something that naturally happens to every girl :-)
Roman: i'm not actually. that's adorable if you think i'm afraid of blood i just wouldn't be caught dead in the women's hygiene section.
Roman: :)
“You know I told this girl not to hit the horse so hard with her riding crop but she didn’t listen and thats why that horse threw her ass and she’s got a broken arm.”
Text: joey
Jo: MOM fuck I started my period
Jo: And we have nothing
Jo: Can u please pick me up some tampons?
Jo: I'll just be in the bakery eating everything in sight tbh
Roman: mmmm no thanks
Roman: you can bleed to death that'd be interesting to watch
okay, but all i’m saying is that if they expected us to really show up first week of school, they shouldn’t have let us go to coachella. it was too fucking wild too fucking fast. i woke up on the second day and i had ‘dick’ in romanian tattooed on my forearm. and i get why dick but why in romanian?
“So your saying you actually have the word ‘pula’ tattooed on your arm? Well I don’t get why you’d get that tattooed on your arm so please enlighten me.”
You Again || Reese & Roman
Wearing her pastel Aztec back pack, the red head was ready to leave, attending the event later than everyone else was already a bit daunting, but she’d heard back from her Uber driver that there was going to be someone else in the car with her. Apparently the person belonged to her party, so it would make sense that they travel together. By her party it meant that the other person was a Bayridge kid.
She pulled own the door before climbing into the car, she braced herself to see who was there.
Roman would have preferred to have not gone to Coachella at all. The desert heat and being stuck in such close proximity to so many other people wasn’t really his thing. Yet his friends were going and he didn’t want to be left out. Plus it was only for the weekend, it couldn’t be that bad. Though like everyone he didn’t get why he couldn’t just drive himself there and not have to deal with having a rental car and being accompanied.
He turned to look and see who he’d be stuck in the car with for the next few hours. Seeing Reese he furrowed his brows. “Wow, have you got a death wish?” He asked her with a laugh. Roman assumed the festival would be way too rowdy for the petite redhead.