I can remember the first day I applied here and how excited I was to be roleplaying again. I was welcomed by everyone. I met some great people, watched some of them leave, and made more friends. I have watched this roleplay group go through many ups and downs, and some more downs. I have watched friendships I have made over the last three years slowly diminish, and not have the other side even notice.
I was given an ultimatum this morning. I was to either leave the group or accept that there would be a vote among the players of this group on whether I can stay or I am kicked out. A new rule recently added no more than a week ago. This is because I am still in contact with Jessa. As an adult I shouldn’t be told who I can and cannot speak with. I understand there was an altercation many years ago between her and some members of this group. I wasn’t around when it happened. I shouldn’t be told to pick a side I wasn’t there for. I also believe people can change and people make mistakes. We are human after all. I am truly sorry that you were hurt. I would never make people choose who they are allowed or not allowed to be friends with.
Over the last several months I have been unhappy here. I have watched my characters who I thought were important to others, turn out to mean nothing. I have had to deal with jabs. I have come to realize that I am nothing more than a secondary character in this group. I have decided I do not want to put my friends through the heartache of having to vote and worry if they will be the next person put in this position if they don’t vote a certain way.
I wish everyone in this group great success in your future. I know many of you are in school, starting new adventures, families, etc. Whatever your dreams are, I hope you reach them. You only have one life to live and you need to live it to the fullest. You have to learn to be your own person. Have no regrets. Most of all, you need to know how to forgive. It took me a long time to learn that.
I guess this is where I say - farewell and goodbye Sabr.
Drinking with the bestie || @spencerevans-pr || Para
“So like I was saying.” Gillian yelled over the music as she put the cocktails on the table. “My ass is real and Kim Kardashians is fake. FACT.” She hiccuped and sat down as two attractive men looked their way. Gillian took a shot that went with her cocktail and looked at the guys. “No.. no.. no.. nope.. not happening dude.” she said and then looked back at Spencer. “Why is it, when you are single, no one will touch you and then when you are loved up it seems men come out the woodwork?” She covered her mouth and then blushed.“Shit, I just said loved up. I love him.” The realization swept over her and she giggled. “Babe I need more shots for this.”She laughed and stood up. “My boyfriend is fucking hot though.” She said and wobbled in her jimmy choos.
Gillian swayed to the music as she walked to the bar in her black lace dress. When a man came her way, she dodged him like a pro. She got to the bar and order two rows of shots. It was gonna be a good night out with Spencer, before heading off to Axel’s to keep him up all night. The next morning, once her hangover had faded, she would make Thanksgiving dinner and play in the garden with Millie. When the Rihanna song came on Gillian swayed back to the seated area they were at. “Everybody’s watching her but she’s looking at yoooou.” She sang and sat down and lifted a shot. “ Best fucking friends.” Gillian toasted and took her shot, she pulled a face then laughed.
“So.. Atticus?” She said and tilted her head. “If you are just friends then me and Axel are virgins. I call BS. Tell me everything I promise not to tell anyone. Except Millie but she only talks dog, so you are cool.” She looked at her with a smirk and took another shot. “Come on for fuck sake, you gotta give me something.” She said with a shake of her head. Before she could say another thing, a man with a smug look on his face walked over to them. Gillian gave him a death stare and he walked away. She then looked back at Spencer and gave her a wide smile. “Spill.. now!”
Spencer wasn’t in the mood to get drunk and party. There had been some development over the last couple days and she had some major decisions to make. She laughed watching Gillian drink, doing her round of shots, but kept mostly to herself. She glanced over her shoulder when the guys made their way over to them, only to laugh when her friend shooed them away. She was thrilled to see how happy Gillian was with Axel. If Axel made her happy, then there was no need to worry. She believed this time Axel wouldn’t hurt her. She knew people changed and hopefully this time, his second chance with this girl, he would hold on to her forever.
Throughout the night Spencer kept up the visage of being happy and out to party. Tonight she was going to let loose and worry about everything else tomorrow. She was given forty-eight hours to make a decision. The blonde danced along with her and when they reached the bar, she made an order for a a glass of water. Spencer took a shot and toasted. “Best fucking friends.” She laughed before downing the shot. She was going to miss Gillian. She took a deep breath and pushed the thought away.
“Atticus?” She raised a brow and dread seared throughout the woman. “We are just....” Her voice trailed off and she looked down at her drink. He was better off without her anyway. They should have never gotten to this point. “There is nothing to spill. I can promise you that. He is a great guy. Just needs someone who isn’t as messed up as me.” She shrugged her shoulders.
Hammock Talks || Chatzy Headcanon || Spencer and @atticus-wolfe
Atticus: and Spencer had just got back from San Francisco this morning, with little to no sleep. This resulted in Atticus taking a bunch of energy drinks and shots to make it through his work day. After work, he was still extremely hyper from the caffeine running through his body and knowing that he wouldn’t be able to pass out when he got back home, he invited Spencer over. Well, more like told her to come over. He was really enjoying his time he spent with Spencer and really liked her. She was different than girls he usually met and there was something about her that he couldn’t shake. She was gorgeous and constantly on his mind. He knew that it probably wasn’t the same for her, but he hoped. Before Atticus went home from work, he picked up more roses for Spencer and a box of chocolates for making her come over and hang out with him. Getting to the apartment he thought he might as well go all out while he felt as good as he did, so he went through his house, grabbing all the candles he could have and brought them up to the roof, placing them all around where they were going to be laying once Spencer got there. He pulled out a bottle of white wine from his collection and poured two glasses. Spencer was going to be there any moment and he felt as if he were in high school again about to ask a girl out on a date. She just had a hold over him. He had a dark blue t-shirt on and a pair of jeans, he fixed up his hair and straightened himself up before hearing a knock on his door. “Coming!” He called out and walked over to the door, opening it up. “Hey, Spence.”
Spencer: felt like she was getting in too deep and it would only be a matter of time until she would hurt Atticus. She would never do it on purpose. She adored him. He was caring, thoughtful and there was this side of him she knew only she saw. The thought of him with someone else had her teetering either direction, which wasn’t fair to him. If she was sleeping with other people, he was more than allowed to do the same. Once she had that settled in her head, she found herself heading over to his apartment. She went into work in a pair of skinny jeans, a plaid button shirt, and a pair of converse. There was no in the office that she could dress this way. Her hair held a small curly bounce to it. She knocked on the door and when he opened it up she couldn’t help but smile. “Hey Atti.” She took a step inside his apartment leaning up to give him a small kiss. “I swear one day you’ll never want to see me again.”
Atticus: loved spending time with Spencer, he wouldn’t tell her, but he really did enjoy seeing her every day possible. There wouldn’t be a day that he wouldn’t change a plan around to get some time alone with her. It wasn’t just about the sex to him and he was getting nervous that that was what this was turning into with Spencer. Sometimes he felt he knew what she was thinking, and other times he had no idea. As he opened the door and Spencer was in front of him he grinned and returned the kiss. “I doubt that day will ever come.” he wrapped his arms around the small of her waist and pulled her tightly against him. “Close your eyes!” he grinned and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. “I have a surprise for you.”
Spencer: was curious on how many days this week she would end up seeing him. She didn’t mind spending time with him. She knew he wasn’t all about the sex, and it wasn’t all about the sex, it helped. Sex was her way of expressing how she felt. That no words were needed and they could let actions speak louder. When his arms wrapped around her and he pulled her close, her arms instinctively wrapped loosely around his neck. “Close my eyes?” She raised a brow at him before complying to his command and shutting them. “You better not have spent any money on me Atticus. You don’t have to do this.” She was nervous about what he had bought her.
Atticus: “Yes, just close them.” he grinned and then let her go, going behind her and placing his hands over her eyes, leading her over to the counter. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing much.” he said with a grin and stopping at the counter with the dozen red roses and box of chocolates lied, “Okay…In three…” with each number he counted down to her placed a soft kiss on her neck. “Alright… and open.” he said with a grin, staying behind her and placing his hands against her hips. He loved seeing Spencer smile and he really did want to make sure she knew just how much she meant to him without going too over the top.
Spencer: complied to Atticus’ words and even though she was going to peak, she felt him move behind her and place his own hands over her eyes. “You do not play fair Mr. Wolfe.” She teased and let him lead the way. When they came to a stop and he started to count down, each number followed by a kiss to her neck, first sent a shiver down her spine, and then second had her body flesh in goosebumps. There was something about this simple gesture that made the blonde feel at ease. At the words open, she did open her eyes, before her were red roses and chocolates. Her teeth scraped across her lower tier and she blinked a few times taking it all in. She wasn’t used to someone doing this for her. “They are beautiful Atti.” A soft smile etched into her features. She turned in his arms and looked up at him with soft baby blues eyes. “You don’t have to do this, you know right? I would spend time with you regardless of all of this.” Her hands placed on either cheek and she kisses him tenderly. Her eyes shut and she worried she would hurt him.
Atticus: already knew Spencer fairly well and knew if she had the chance to peak, she would. Therefore he was going to cover her eyes himself and besides he really wanted to have his hands on her. He didn’t like when they didn’t have body contact for a long time. His hands always gravitated toward her. “Neither do you.” he chuckled, once they were at the counter and his kisses ended he saw the goose bumps along her skin. He loved that. He liked how he had at least some kind of affect over Spencer. “Good, I’m glad.” he said with a soft smile. As she turned in his arms he looked back down into her stunning blue eyes. “I know. I want to. I like surprising you and seeing the look on your face.” he softly rubbed his thumbs along her hips in a circular motion. He returned the kiss, softly and passionately, his hands slowly gliding along her sides and to the small of her back. As the kiss ended, he pushed his forehead down against hers for a moment, keeping his eyes shut. He just wanted to enjoy his time with Spencer while he was able to have it. He then broke the silence after a moment. “Would you like to go on the hammock?”
Spencer: liked the way he was always touching her. She liked that, to have that type of connection; sometimes it was sensual and most times it was comfort. She had to tell herself to snap out of it. He would get a look on her face. Sometimes she was afraid it wouldn’t be the reaction he wanted. She cared about his feelings, that was why she was honest with him about everything. That way nothing would slap her in the face in the end. She let the silence linger between them, it allowed her to calm down and not freak out. She wanted to be here with him. She smiled when he mentioned the hammock. They had to learn to lay in there and see if one night they would be able to have sex in it. It was her mission to succeed. “I would like that.” She opened her eyes to look into his.
Atticus: grinned as Spencer had agreed to go up to the hammock with him. He had put Moe in his room before Spencer had arrived to make sure he wouldn’t get up on the roof with the candles lit. He took Spencers hands in his own before moving back from her, “I’ll grab the wine.” he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on the tip of her nose. He let her hands go and grabbed the two glasses of wine. “I’ll give it to you once you’re safely in the hammock.” he chuckled and led her up the stairs where the candles were all lit around the hammock. Once they got up there he looked up at the stars and then back at Spencer. “If this is too much, let me know. I just want to figure out what you like.”
Spencer: wondered where the kitten was, but was distracted by a tall, dark and handsome man. She chews on her lower lip, which was out of character for her, and nodded her head. She wrinkled her nose when he kissed it. “I think I should be capable of climbing in with a glass of wine. Shouldn’t you go in first and then me. I am much smaller.” She laughed and found her way up the stairs and onto the patio, what she found had her stopping in her tracks. She took in everything and closed her eyes. She could feel him behind her. She wanted to say, yes this was too much. She took a deep breath and turned to look at him. There was a sadness written in them. “Why do you do this? All of this for me?” She knew what he would say. “I…what if I hurt you Atticus.” It was bound to happen. “What if I can’t give you what you need and then you wasted all of this on me.”
Atticus: wasn’t completely sure where he really stood with Spencer. Part of him thought that she actually liked him since she just had them go away together for the weekend, but another part of him wasn’t sure. This was a real test right here. He wasn’t sure how she would react to this and it would be a real indicator for him. He gave a slight shrug, “I was feeling romantic.” he bit the inside of his cheek as she watched her reaction. He furrowed his brows and shook his head, “Don’t worry about that, Spencer.” he went over and placed the wine glasses on the small side table beside the hammock and then returned back to Spencer, pulling her by her hips up against him. “Either way, this would still be viewed as time well spent to me. It’s not a waste.” he looked into her eyes and could see the sadness behind them. “Be honest with me, completely honest, alright? Forget my feelings in the matter and forget the idea that you’re somehow going to hurt me. Can you see what we have going anywhere other than where it is now? Honestly. I won’t be upset either way. I just want to know what you’re thinking, Spencer.”
Spencer: was sure she was sending him mixed signals. At times she was confident that things were good. There didn’t need to be a label for them, if they had an understanding of what was going on, things would be fine. “Romantic.” She whispered those words. She looked away and pushed back the flood of emotions that wanted to spill out. She wouldn’t break down in front of him. She stood there when he moved away and the next thing she knew, Spencer was back in his arms and she couldn’t help hers from wrapping around his waist and she buried her face into his chest. She looked up at him when he spoke. She didn’t know what would come of them. She liked what they had, but he kept doing things like this that had her worried he would want more from her and she couldn’t give it to him. The blonde didn’t want to lose him, she did know that. “I-I don’t know.” Her voice cracked. She was being honest. She didn’t know. “I’m scared.” She whispered.
Atticus: “Yeah… I mean…I just..” he was at a loss for words and just stopped himself. He held Spencer tightly against his chest as she fell into it and ran his hands along her back slowly in a comforting way. He didn’t want things to stop completely with them, but he knew that if things kept going how they were that he was going to want more from her. “It’s alright… Everything works out either way…I’m sorry if I’m being pushy at all… I just, I really like you and all I know is that when you aren’t around things aren’t as good as when you are.” he held Spencer against him, slowly running his finger through her hair. “It’s alright if the answer ends up being no…” he said softly, placing a soft kiss against her head.
Spencer: clenched her eyes shut and buried her face into his chest. She could tell at that very moment she had hurt him. Even when he was hurting he was trying to comfort her by his actions. She didn’t want things to end between them. She liked being around him and having small things like this. She had to take a couple minutes to compose herself before she could look at him again. She didn’t want to cry. Every fiber in her was telling her to run. It would save them both. “I am not saying yes, or no. I like being with you Atticus, but what you want. I can’t give you that. It’s not that I don’t see this going any further. I can’t….” Her voice broke away. “Everything I touch, or is around me, leaves or dies. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” She just wanted to lay in the hammock with him.
Atticus: didn’t want to make Spencer more upset, and he would be lying if he said this conversation wasn’t hitting a little bit of a nerve for him as well. He knew that this was going to be a lot of effort if he were ever going to get Spencer to want to be more than just this with him and he was willing to put in that effort. Sometimes it was just harder than others. However, all he ever wanted to do was just hold her and tell her everything would be alright and that was what he was going to do now. “Spencer, I’m not leaving and I don’t plan on dying for a while now. I’m old but not that old.” he tried lightening the mood a little bit and gave her a small smile. “Here, let’s lay on the hammock, have some wine, and just not worry about this right now… I don’t like seeing you upset.”
Spencer: knew Atticus wasn’t making her upset. It was her own insecurities and this was her way to deal with things. Or her way to run from having to deal with things. If he was going to put an effort in, she should do the same for him; why was it so difficult? He could say one thing, but who knew what tomorrow would bring. “You are old.” She laughed softly and took a step back. “Yes, the hammock.” She knew this would be brought up again, she would have to figure it out. She leaned up and kissed him. She liked kissing him. “You will have to go in first.” She moved around to grab the two glasses of wine. “Thank you,” she looked over at him with a meek smile.
Atticus: grinned and chuckled as Spencer called him old, “I am. But, you seem to like it, so.. ” he winked at her before returning her kisses. He loved the feeling over Spencer’s lips against his own. “Mmm…” he slowly moved back and nodded, “Sure.” he got onto the hammock, laying back against it before taking the glasses from Spencer so she could climb in. “Get your sexy ass in this hammock, Evans.” he smiled softly and waited for her to get on. When she did, he got into a comfortable position with her and handed her her wine glass, keeping his arm wrapped around her shoulders.
Spencer: couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t know it, but she appreciated him trying to lighten the mood. “I do seem to like the older ones. I don’t know why. I guess, if I can have my vain moment, there is no way I could ever pass up your body Atti.” It was true, his body was, something. There was more to him that she liked too. She handed him the glasses before she crawled in beside him, her body molding into his side and she took her glass form him. “Who knew you were this demanding Wolfe.” She looked up at the sky, then back over to him.
Atticus: just wanted to make Spencer smile and be happy and he hoped that he could do that. “I guess so. Your brothers will probably want to kick my ass for me going after their little sister.” he chuckled and got slightly flustered as she complimented his body, “Thank you, Spence… I’m glad you like…” he chuckled softly, he loved every little bit of Spencer, and it was nice to know that she enjoyed parts of him as well. “I can be very demanding if you’re into that.” he chuckled and looked up at the sky with her until he felt her gaze fall on him. He looked back over at her, gazing into her beautiful blue eyes. “You’re gorgeous…” he leaned in, kissing her lips softly. “I love nights like this.”
Spencer: knew what Atticus wanted to do, she could tell, and she thought to herself that this is what girls wanted from guys. Someone who did things like things, the little stuff, and made her feel like she was the only one. Why did it scare the shit out of her? She laughed. “Matt and Dylan, they might have something to say.” It was because he never asked about her past, that she could be at ease around him. She knew Calvin would have another thing to say about all of this. “Demanding? Can I tell you in which areas I would love for you to be demanding?” She smirked, teasing of course. When he kissed her, she felt herself melt more into him. Would she be able to walk away one day and not be able to kiss him like this? She lead over and placed the wine glass on the small table, reaching to take his and doing the same. She turned to lay on her side, one leg slipping between his, her head rested on his shoulder and her fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt. “You shouldn’t though.”
Atticus: was a relationship kind of guy, if he was with someone odds are he wasn’t messing around and there was something more there than just fun. Spencer to him definitely wasn’t just some screw, she meant something to him, he genuinely liked her. “I think I can handle your brothers.” he chuckled and kept his grip around Spencer tight. “I’d be more than happy to find out the areas you’d prefer.” he grinned and placed another soft quick peck on her cheek. He loved their time together, no matter what they were doing, he just enjoyed it. As Spencer’s leg went between his and her fingers played with his shirt, he brought his hand on top of hers and took her hand in his own, just holding it. “I should and I do. Because nights like this are perfect. It’s just you and me and honestly, that’s the one thing that’s been keeping me relatively sane with all the rehearsing I’ve had to do lately. Before I met you I was starting to get stir crazy from just being in the house and practicing. Between the orchestra and the side shows I play, It gets a little much and this just makes me forget about that…” he looked down at their hands and slowly ran his thumb along the top of hers. “Besides, you might not see it, but in my eyes, you’re pretty amazing.”
Spencer: wished Atticus was out sleeping with other people. It would make her feel better about herself, but that wasn’t the case. She was trying to figure out what he saw in here that had him wanting to be here like this, with her. “I guess there is only one way to find out.” She commented. She chuckled softly. “We should start with the bedroom…and time like this.” She whispered the last part. She did like being here like this with him. Soft azure hues observed their hands linked together. “I did all of that for you?” Her brows furrowed and she wasn’t able to look at him. He did seem to make the days go by a little more brighter. That she looked forward to spend time with him. When he text her, she would smile. She even started expecting them because that is how often he would. “I wish I could see me how you do.”
Atticus: wasn’t the kind of guy to go around sleeping with people. He really just liked spending his time with someone that would mean something, someone he saw potential in. “I guess so.” he chuckled and ran his hand along Spencer’s arm. “Oh yeah?” he smirked. He listened to Spencers works and kept her tightly against his body. “Yeah, you do.” he looked down at her, she wasn’t looking back at him but he knew that she was probably freaking out on the inside and had to do what she had to do. “I wish you could, too… Maybe if I play my cards right I can show you somehow.” he gave her hand a light squeeze in his own and smiled softly.
Spencer: knew what she was getting herself into. She had this feeling from day one and that was the day she should have turned the other way. He held her close, probably to keep her from running, he was a smart man. Her head slanted slightly to look up at him. “Maybe, one day, I might be able to give you what you want.” She leaned up to kiss him gently, keeping her lips pressed against his for a minute before returning her head back to his shoulder. All she could do was see where this would go.
Atticus: “You already are giving me what I want, Spence. I don’t need to label this, I mean, I wouldn’t mind being able to tell everyone that you’re all mine. I don’t need to tho. Time with you is what I want and you’re giving me that.” he returned the kiss softly, allowing his hand to part from hers and move to her cheek. He caressed it softly and then pulled away from the kiss slowly. “You’re amazing.” he nudged the tip of his nose against hers playfully. “It’s starting to get a little chilly out…How about we go inside and cuddle up in my room? Moe is probably pretty upset with me right now and I think he’d forgive me if I showed up in there with you.”
Spencer: cursed inwardly with his next words. He said the right things, and they both knew it was something more. She only hoped he could see how she felt that she wouldn’t have to say it. “You want to tell everyone I am yours?” She chuckled. “Who knows, maybe one day you’ll be able to do that too.” She found herself staring into his eyes, leaning into his touch and smiled when his nose nudged hers. She hadn’t realize the cooler weather, she was cozy curled up to him, but when he mentioned Mo, she felt bad for the poor kitty. “I think I will have to come with you, otherwise he might disown you.” She shuffled to climb out of the hammock.
Atticus: “Of course I would.. I mean, who wouldn’t?” he smiled and kissed her cheek. “Maybe.” he shrugged, “But until that day, I’ll enjoy this.” he chuckled and got off of the hammock with Spencer, taking her hand in his own once more. “I know, he likes you more than me, so I mean if I bring you he’ll forget about what I did wrong.” he grabbed the two wine glasses in his hand and lead Spencer downstairs.
Spencer: closed her eyes for a moment and smiled. “You are too good for me.” She whispered. She was happy to hear him say those words. “I know he loves me more.” She teased, blowing out all the candles before the went downstairs.
Of course I am. It probably won’t stop coming out of my mouth. Around you at least. That sounds perfect, when we get drinks. I hope he doesn’t mind, I mean, he seemed to have liked me, right? I do and I will. Let’s just say you also won’t be just getting flowers and chocolates anymore.
I knew that bugged you. Yes, the only person I’ll want to bend over as well.
Then I will have to keep your mouth busy, that way you can’t keep saying it. He did like you Atticus. You were the first guy that has ever met my family. You don’t have to get me anything. Don’t you dare!
It didn’t. I have no idea wat you are talking about. While you sleep, I am having a nice hot bath.
Cavin: No problemo. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. I have a lot of them. I think throwing them to the mob of angry Black Friday shoppers would be punishment enough.
Spencer: Thanks Cavin. Sometimes I need a guys outlook, so I'll be coming to you.
Cavin: Oh believe me, I'm gonna when I find out who is responsible. Look, as long as you're happy then don't worry about messing it up. Otherwise you're going to be so busy worrying that you're not going to enjoy the process.
Spencer: Please don't say anything. I want to keep this low-key until I am more comfortable with the whole thing. I will try not to overthink it. I am happy. I'm afraid it will be taken away from me.
That sounds nice. Yes, let them be jealous because you are mine. You don’t see why?? I’ll have to show you why. I kind of want to tell your father. But, I mean, I won’t if you don’t want me to. Perfect, I’ll be there in a little bit. Yes, I’ll drop you off wherever you need to go. I can do that. Breakfast in bed?
Oh, there will be gloating.
I think you are going to remind me that I am yours all the time. You can show me all you want. Why don’t we tell him after you show. I’m sure he won’t mind hearing it. I am almost done packing for the night. Good, we’ll see how the morning goes. You really do want to spoil me.
I’m not sure, they’d have to be crazy. Especially when it’s you who’s offering. I know I was just there, but I’m in a good mood now and I really want to come get you. Plus, if you father is up I can assure him that you’ll get to my place safely. An omelette? What would you like in this omelette?
Alright, I really really like the sound of that.
Well I guess I’ll only be offering to you. They will all have to be jealous. I don’t see why you would be in a good mood. You want to tell my father, don’t you? He will be awake. Fine, come pick me up. That means you will have to drop me off either home or at the office tomorrow. Some vegetables and cheese. You think you can handle that?
That sounds like the perfect deal to me. Well, let’s hope I never have to experience that part of you. Oh yeah,that’s true. I wouldn’t dare cross you already and I haven’t even seen that side. Yeah, of course, Spence. As much time as you’d like. Perfect, I could pick you up if you wanted? That way you don’t have to drive over. I just really want to see you. Yes, I will make you whatever you want for breakfast.
Then I’m yours. If this is really what you want. I don’t want to push you into something. I’ll give you one last chance to back out.
I didn’t think you would protest. What guy would protest about the amount of sex they are going to have in their life? I don’t think you would. You are too sweet to do something like that. I’m really doing this? You were just here, why would you want to come all the way back here? I want to see you too, even though I saw you two hours ago. An omelette.
I know it is. It’s also important in general. It’s a hobby of yours? I’m more than fine with it. Well, I’ll try to stay away from your bitch side. I feel like that’d be a scary site to see. I mean, we’ve been out, we do things together often. So, I’d say yes. Well, once he’s out, head on over.
I like the sound of that.
At least we both agree on that. Like I said, I want to be honest. We can make it our hobby to do together. Pun intended. It can be scary. People don’t usually want to cross me. Think that is why I am good at my job. Dating....can we keep this to us? I know you want to shout it, but give me time to adjust to it, please. I will bring my overnight bag. Will you make me breakfast in the morning.
Of course, it’s an important piece of any relationship. I’m glad, and I will be right there to rip yours off as well. You like my smile? Oh please, I can’t see anyone referring to you as a bitch. Or you have two personalities because you have never been one toward me. Of course not, what’s the point in dating someone who’s fake? Yeah, there’s always room in my bed for you, Spence. Head over whenever you want, just make sure you get time in with your father. –Wait, I won?
Score.
God I love it when you talk dirty to me. Don’t ever stop. I’m serious. Sex is really important to me. I love it. I would call it a hobby. I hope you are fine with it. I will constantly want to jump you. We can do whatever you want after, I need that physical contact. I can be a bitch when I need to be, especially when it comes to work. I don’t see why I would be one to you. Dating...is that what we are doing? He usually turns in early. Plus he will encourage me to come see you. I guess you can meet him for drinks.
I’m glad you think so. I think that’s the first thing a lot of people pick up on. You find something attractive about another person. You for example, when I first saw you I was immediately drawn to you. Everything about you was gorgeous and then your personality just made you even more attractive in my eyes. I’m not sorry, I’m very happy that I did that actually. Yeah, if you like them. Well, I’d feel odd doing that. I wouldn’t want to disrespect him in any way. Besides, I want him to like me. You can just sneak out and come over to my place when he’s asleep.
If that’s what you want.
I think you need physical attraction to be able to have something more. I will always want to rip your clothes off Atti. Then have you smile at me. Something about your smile. My personality? I can be referred to as a bitch, you find that attractive? I like that you didn’t want me to change. I hope you never want me to. Of course you would be happy. I think this is where I say you won. I could come see you tonight. Think your bed has room for me?
No need to do that. I know you think I’m hot. Kidding, but seriously it’s not needed. I like making you smile and blush, it’s cute. I know you wouldn’t, but you have full control in this part of us. I know you have and I’ve been completely honest with you as well. I’ll keep some there for you, now that I know they’ll be used. I’ll stay over soon, after your father leaves. I doubt he’d appreciate me coming over to sleep with his daughter.
Yes, only you. There’s no one I’d rather bend over.
I will have to. You are hot Atticus. There is no denying that. Attraction is something I notice first. You do like making me smile and blush, and all those other feelings I try to avoid. I blame you for all of this, I want you to know that. I was content with how my life was, then you came along and had to turn it upside down. You want to seem me in just your shirt. Yes, after my dad is gone. I honestly think he wouldn’t care, he wants to see me happy. Weird man.
I will be expecting you to bend me over the next time I am with you.
I’m glad you think so. I love to compliment you, you deserve them. It’s all of you that I like. Good… Good, yeah maybe they will. No, I’m good with what we have as well. I just, I like you and you know that and with that piece of information you have the power to do a lot of things that you want to. No! Please, just leave it as it is. It’s just returning back to normal. Yes, of course. Front. No, it’s not an issue at all. And please, just keep my ego as it is. Let me have this. I’ll leave more shirts over there next time.
No, I just want you.
I feel like I should be complimenting you more. You have such patience with me I don’t deserve it. I want you to know I appreciate it. Please don’t think I would ever use it against you. I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that type of person. I have been honest with you about everything. Good. Otherwise I couldn’t sleep in it tonight. You can have it, for tonight, only. I can see you doing that. Or you can just stay over instead.
I’m sure she would be. You’re an amazing woman, you’re successful, beautiful, and have one of the best personalities I’ve ever seen. She’d be more than proud of you. Well, if it’s going to cause issues for you then no labels are needed. Maybe someday your view on them will change. You sleep in my shirt!? Ahhh, Spence, you shouldn’t have told me that. It’s already gone to my head now. Alright, two for sure, front row, I got ya. Yeah, we should!
Just you?
She would like you. You like to flatter me Atticus. You see something I don’t. I think it’s the confidence you like. I’m comfortable with what we have. I, maybe one day my views will change. Does that mean you want out of whatever we have going on? See this is what I didn’t want. Now I will have to bring it down a notch or two. Front row?! You don’t have to do that Atti. We can sit a little further back. I don’t want it to be a problem.
