time for me to move up, so many hours have gone. heart beats the pump of my blood, no strings for you to pull on. you've got your tongue in your cheek, so pardon if i don't speak --- can't tune my chords into your songs, no.
✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
ferris was out and about with aiakos, they drove aimlessly around town and has just decided to go to this one thai food joint they haven’t been to in a long time, try six months. instead they’ve found a vegan restaurant greeting them. ferris rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist to send a yeast loving brat a text about it “4 erskine rd. ur welcome & bust a nut xoxo”
logging into twitter and seeing her latest and quite shady update, he felt intrigued. pallas and her friends always had the most outstanding gossip about literally everyone, he wondered how fun their tea parties must be. he decided otherwise, eleanor would tell him if it was that relevant anyway.
he thought he spotted her at this one bar, but couldn’t quite tell if it was her or not. it was too dingy down here anyway, what could’ve brought her here? especially without her sorority of mislead, petty women fluttering around her like brain damaged butterflies. what could it be? a secret meeting, perhaps? he got out his phone to ask if she’s out, but just in time did the mystery woman turn around — nope, she is not his pallas. her eyebrows were better.
this talk about the current, sudden beef in the group was lowkey, but it seemed to be all that there was. rose seemed careful, and tatum was just as carefree. eleanor seemed to be more at ease and sometimes smiling at tatum. mila seemed indifferent. pallas seemed to cast looks at the gremlin sometimes, and he planned to shoot her a text about it once. leila has packed up and left and so did alessandra, the latter two’s existence meant nothing at all. if anything, they all ordered mexican food for once and had a one big sit down on the floor with soft drinks & alcohol in hand, a rolled blunt in another, board games left unattended and unfinished, and talked and bonded over their shared annoyance about the girl. he noticed rose wasn’t there as well, so something was definitely up. he kept wondering until tatum brought her up, and suddenly the whole group poured out their negative feelings about her, happy to share another common interest. he didn’t wait for long until the story came out. ferris was proud of the rowdy lesbian for once.
someone kicked him out the gc again, he groaned. typing a text to pallas to add him back because he knows it was her, he heard the beeping notifications again and erased his hateful request.
☠ five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.
she complained about the smell in the van as if it was his, and honest to god, ferris was going to slam that van into her.
it was amazing to ferris how one person can be so irritating and whiny. as she stood in front of the kitchen counter at eleanor’s, rambling her unfortunate day away, he wondered how the crack of her skull would sound against the marble surface.
it wasn’t exactly a hit. it was more of a gentle push that landed her right into the lake. she kept coming up with snarky remarks about him all day, he wondered if she could ever stop. she didn’t, not even after that push. ferris regretted it.
their nose vs. eyebrows debate was heated. sure, it was your typical banter but ferris really imagined peeling the skin under her eyebrows of with his pocket knife for some reason. such a pleasing thought.
rumors of him flew around. something about him owning a fleshlight, but shoving it up his ass instead of, well, fucking it. he knew it was her. he was almost so sure about it. he wondered if her head would fall off if he kept slamming the door with it lodged on it.
☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.
he thought of her as he was sitting down and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians, his cousin Val on the phone watching it with him. She reminded him of Kim, but pettier, and more terrifying. less curves, too. the bitch was a stick.
someone said the word kale and he instantly, immediately thought of pallas. it was linked to her now, in his head. how disgusting.
out shopping for whatever it was is missing from his flat, and his eyes hovered over something that made him both smile and cringe as he thought of the girl. he bought it and gave it to her sometime later. throwing the tweezer’s to her lap with a shit eating grin attached to his lips. “the one thing missing from your life, apparently.”
reading the latest news about prince harry or whatever it was being down to experiment with the dick business, he instantly thought of her and royal connections. did she know this already? does she even know prince harry?
a few sentences from a book he was reading and his brain instantly had pallas as the character’s appereance. they seemed to be so alike, it was annoying to him so he might as well.
☢ five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.
it was late, and he was scrolling with his eyes hooded through the screen. he almost sent her a nude instead of the meme had saved especially for her.
she was going off about something in one of the many groupchats their friends had, and he wondered if a picture of his dick would repulse her enough to leave the gc. ended up being just a thought that crossed his mind, tragically.
it wasn’t his nude that he sent. a pair of well rounded tits was accidentally sent to her mid conversation & meme swapping. she asked who it was, but he kept vega’s identity a secret.
he felt like spamming her with multiple dick pics from different, and absolutely foul angles just to annoy her enough to drop and hopefully break her phone. didn’t do it, sadly.
they were having a discussion about the identity of someone who kept sending the girls pics of his dick, and ferris knew him. almost sent them a picture of said culprit’s dick, but he would stir up suspicions he didn’t need, so he relented. laughing at their general discomfort.
✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
it was a lazy afternoon. ferris sat at one end of his lumpy, stained couch, eyes on his phone & pretending to scroll through whatever app he had downloaded, but his ears were picking up a few words here n’ there from aiakos & rose’s conversation on the other end of the couch. rose looked far too comfortable, her legs tucked under her and chest — or lack of, he grimaced — perked as she straightened her back. her small frame looking disgusting and foreign next to aiakos’s. his thumb hovered over the iMessage app for a second, the idea of eleanor being upset over this pulled a smile out of his lips. her anger was a source of entertainment to him, it always has been. especially over aiakos. he thought better of it, though, locking his phone instead and staring deadly at her, aiming to disturb her bubbly nature. he didn’t want to get his best friend in trouble now that things are slowly working out between them. plus, who the fuck would be attracted to that little gremlin enough to slip & make a mistake as huge as betraying the hell that is eleanor caldwell?
almost did it once as when he just got back from a night out with his friends from class. he didn’t like them that much, those british fucks. but drinks were enough for him to stomach them for a few hours. he was about to text eleanor, but 1) he forgot what he was going to say, and 2) he was exhausted, and instead he crashed into his bed.
one hour ago, announcing his arrival from his car. he was taking her out for drinks which mostly consist of eleanor being annoyed by something she had to deal with today, and ferris drinking and irritating her more.
ferris has talked to aiakos earlier, and he didn’t seem like himself. he suspected it was the needle’s doing, but didn’t want to push it. for some reason, he thought of eleanor but then brushed that thought away. he wouldn’t want to worry her more & got up and went to see his friend alone.
he almost texted the girl, trying to irritate her since it’s been a while — precisely two hours — but he got occupied by a text from juniper. a nude to be exact. who’s eleanor?
“ i don’t, i guess.” sighing, she leaned up against the stair railings, and peered down at him. “ tough time ? ” not exactly expecting him to answer, she shrugged it off and took another draw of her cigarette. “ ooh, rebellion.” she mocked gently. “ where was my invitation ? ”
“ you could say that. ” he took another drag, not entirely sure if the times he was in were exactly consider ‘tough’, but well he couldn’t find a better word for a replacement. maybe odd, though. “ sit. here’s your invitation. ” he got the cigarette pack out of his pocket, offering it to the girl.
“hi, cancer!” she managed before tripping on a larger crack in the cement, catching herself but eyeing the spilt nuggets with sadness. “dang it, those were for you. hm…” huffing only to change her expression a short moment later, “i suppose it doesn’t really matter, does it? you know, considering you’re probably going to die soon and all?” romy left a few moments to convene before adding her undue clarification, “because cancer.”
“ hey, syphili---oh, shit! ” it was a span of seconds until the blonde lost balance, spilling the -- oh, no -- nuggets out of their containers. for a moment ferris thought ‘karma’, but where’s the deserved karma in being honest? might as well let that be a goal. “ rest in pieces, nuggets. ” ferris snorted, they still looked appealing to him if he’s being truthful, but gum infection didn’t. “ you make it sound like you want me dead more than i do. ”
making her way out of the house due to the lack of fresh air, vega couldn’t help but notice male silhouette smoking by the stairs, rolling her eyes she passed him but not before saying something. “oh god—- of course you’d be here,” she scoffed with her arms crossed, the pack of cigs and lighter on her right hand. “you don’t mind doing this shit outside, do you? considering this house is barely breathable i thought people would know better than smoking inside.”
“ ‘course, where the fuck would i be ? ” ferris snorted awkwardly, looking up at the girl -- moonlight glossed over her dark hair, she looked like a night goddess. it made him smile. “ nope, i’m fine here.” he reassured, eyes dropping back to his shoe for a second before looking up to the street. empty, a few cars parked here and there. quiet. he liked it better this way, and vega’s here so he really couldn’t ask for better company. “ know right? ” he added. “ don’t even think one could exist in that mosh pit in there. ”
unable to score either a hit or some work, she’d decided to just wander instead of going back to her place and working herself up again. lighting herself a cigarette, she caught the boy from out the corner of her eye as she ambled along. her head turned to see him smoking, and it was a bit of a surprise. making her way over to him, she raised her brows. “ since when do you do anything considered unsavoury ? ” she riled him, in reference to the cigarette hanging from his own mouth.
“ but how do you know i don’t consider this savory? ” he mused, looking at the cancer stick between his fingers, “ fuck, if it’s anything that gets me through the day, ” he waved it at the vibrant-haired girl towering him. “ it’s this shit right here. ” he then shrugged, putting it back between his lips. “ that, or a blunt. ”
she’s unsure whether she’s even allowed to stop at the sight of the all too familiar face belonging to her brother. her dear sibling hadn’t taken well to her even being in london——let alone around him. nonetheless, she’s tugging the worn leather jacket around her slender frame, eyes silently casting down on him momentarily. “ well, long time, no see—i guess. ”
if it was up to him, he’d up and leave instead of this --- the awkward looks, the many questions and conversations hanging in the air, the familiarity which was the one thing he’s escaping from. but he couldn’t, and didn’t want to, to speak the truth. ferris was growing tired of pushing the inevitable away. he couldn’t avoid either her or cain anymore. it’s pointless, fruitless, and won’t make them leave him to his new-found peace soon. “yeah, long time no see. ” he nodded, pursing his lips. silence filled the air for a moment until another question rung in his mind loud enough for him to voice it out loud. “ what’re you doing out this late? ” was it concern? curiosity? maybe both. years and distance could separate them, but he’d still wonder about little ivy.
tendrils graze against iron and brick and she fights to think of the bacteria littering her once sterilized digits. heeled soles against the pavement, she’s oblivious to the rhythmic click in her path. she sat in a psychology lecture once for the sake of feigning normality, something about sensory adaptation. she’s praying for paracosms when the nicotine mauls at her silhouette. ❛ aw, if it isn’t the ugliest runt in london—— what’s a ferret like you doing here ? don’t you have some tiny mice to eat ? ❜
“ if it isn’t your local yeast loving brat. ” he sighed out a cloud before smirking at the brunette, amusement filled the air in her presence. “ i was waiting for someone to come shit on my current, obvious parade right now and here comes you. i’m a blessed ferret. ” he panned, grinning. “ what are you doing here? i see no organic store around, who summoned you? ”
“ i’m actually not into her. at all. that song is shit, but if it got you hype enough for drinks, then sure. the type, though. wanna tell me about that? ”