not afraid of storms

miss sullivan may. or sulli with an ‘i’. new york born, but a parisian at heart. 💓

[daveymcgrath]

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[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: Mogging like this in a coffee shop should be embarrassing but I’m devastated to report that you make it work and the rest of us just need to try harder.

[mayibefrank]

Growing up, Frankie h-ad never felt welcome. Beth was kind to everyone, so it wasn’t as though she’d ever done anything to undermine Frankie. She was the sort of person that had a degree of patience that Frankie was still yet to experience in anybody else, and when you were as pessimistic and full of doubt as Frankie May was, it was hard not to assume that there was a limit to that kindness. She loved Beth so incredibly fiercely, but there was always a nagging voice in the back of her mind telling her that her younger sister pitied her, that she was only nice to her because nobody else could tolerate her. 

Gigi was always so content with her frilly dresses and her makeup, always running off to some local dance or to bat her lashes at whoever she and her friends deemed the most eligible bachelor. She’d never understood why Frankie didn’t get it, and it wasn’t hard to see that she judged her for it. Frankie didn’t wear pretty dresses, and she didn’t care for boys. She wore ripped jeans and mucky sneakers, always either dragging mud into their ma’s pristine kitchen, or hidden away in her bedroom with her nose stuck in a book. Sulli was more to Gigi’s speed, and Frank had always envied it. She’d been so jealous of the way they seemed to match each other’s pace, borrowing each other’s clothes once Sullivan was big enough to fit into Georgiana’s dresses; Gigi was always far more content with telling their younger sibling all about the boys in her class, the two whispering under their breath about fashion and art as they braided each other’s hair. Wally had seemed like the only saving grace throughout Frankie’s childhood. He was the only one that she thought might understand her, who’d seen her heart reflected in the books that she read, her anguish in the words that she wrote. 

“I didn’t hate you,” Frankie snapped, infuriated. “I was just as lonely as you were, but none of you ever cared enough to notice!” 

It was just like Sulli to always play the victim. Frankie wasn’t proud of herself or what she’d done. She wasn’t happy with how she’d dictated the way that Wally should treat her sister, and she was ashamed at having made Sulli feel so small. But Sullivan always claimed to be the outlier, always insisted that nobody listened to her, yet long before Beth had died when Frankie was spiralling into a pit of despair, depression swallowing her whole as she’d lost any and all passion for writing and books and music and art, who did she have? Who had been there for her? Certainly not Wally, with his false love and unwanted proposals. Not Sulli, who’d been so eager to flee to Paris, away from them all. Gigi had been so wrapped up in her love for Griffin, and then the fallout of his failed proposal, that she never had the time to see Frankie for who she was. And then there was Beth, who had stayed brave and optimistic even in the face of her illness. How could Frankie have ever burdened her with her problems? She couldn’t, and so she’d remained silent. 

Frankie stared at Sulli, the silence so palpable that it threatened to swallow the bedroom whole. How could Sulli ever believe that Frankie hadn’t wanted her, that she hadn’t been silently hoping that one day she’d be enough for her beautiful sisters? She’d always known she was different, in her boyish clothes with her scruffy, tangled hair and ragged, half-bitten nails. It was no secret to her that she wasn’t pretty or talented, that she wasn’t the type of girl that could ever make something of herself. It was why she’d left, after all. With Sulli gone, Frankie had fooled herself into believing that she could find herself too. Instead, she’d returned home with two fresh wounds, her heart aching from the loss of both Evan and Beth, and with nobody to confide in. 

“I always wanted you to be my friend. I never once thought I was somebody worthy of your respect, or Gigi’s, or even Ma’s,” Frankie admitted, feebly. All of her fight had left her, and she knew it wasn’t nearly enough to earn Sulli’s forgiveness, but it was all she had. 

[sulligoofymood]

How Frankie could claim that nobody had noticed her when they were younger was so indescribably rich. Sulli’s older sister had always made sure she was at the center of everything in their family. Wally’s best friend, Gigi’s first friend, Beth’s protector, their father’s shadow and their mother’s mirror. Sometimes, it felt like the whole world revolved around Frankie May and what she could do with a pen. 

“Oh, Frankie, stop it. Everyone cared about you. Everyone still cares about you. You had everyone hanging onto your every word, no matter what,” Sulli argued.

There hadn’t been a day gone by in Sulli’s youth where she didn’t feel the weight of their parents’ pride suffocating her. It had never been for her own achievements, but everything Frankie had done. Another story in the newspaper, another tome of a book tackled that their father was so eager to discuss with her.

“What more did you want us to do? Fawn over you? Make sure everyone’s attention was centered on the great Frankie May at all times, because God forbid any of us try to shield our eyes from your glory for one minute,” she spat. “You were Beth’s favourite, everyone knew that. And you made it very clear who your priorities were too.”

Was a girl who was constantly told she couldn’t tag along with her sister and her handsome friend supposed to believe she ranked high on that list? Sulli had always known her place with Frankie and it was always somewhere near the bottom.

She stared back at Frankie, defiant. When they were younger, she had always lost their arguments, because she didn’t possess Frankie’s vocabulary, so she could never successfully make the points she wanted to make. Normally, she resorted to launching herself at her sister in a physical attack instead, until Gigi or Ma pulled them apart. She was much too old for that these days, and she could only imagine Frankie would already have some clever retort lined up to dismantle each and every one of Sulli’s points and invalidate them into nothing more than childish whining. But right now, she could do her very best to hold her ground, caught in the space between her own bed and her dead sister’s. She really couldn’t wait to get out of this room. Perhaps breathing would start to be easier soon. Right now, it felt like an impossible task but she attempted to hold her own anyway, lungs aching.

“You can’t pull the respect card now, Frank,” Sulli stated plainly. She felt her eyes burn with fresh tears but refused to let them fall. Her nails made themselves at home in the palm of her hands, biting into the skin there to steady herself.

“You have to earn people’s respect, and you can’t do that when you try to dictate how they live their lives.” She set her jaw and gritted the next words out. “I already knew he was yours. I’m not an idiot. But you couldn’t let me have him for even a little while before calling him back to your side. You can’t talk about respect when you did something like that, because it’s clear you have none for me now.”

[anywayhereswonderwally]

“I did choose her, you’re right.” Wally wouldn’t do her the disservice of outright lying, not now. “It wasn’t for the reasons you think, but... But it doesn’t matter because I still hurt you. I still left you behind, we both did.” 

He had chosen Frankie, and he’d been wrong for that. Through time and distance and grief, Wally had finally come to realise that he wasn’t in love with Frankie May, not by a long shot. He didn’t want her in some grand, romantic sense that ended in marriage and kids and a white picket fence. The distance between them had only made him realise how much he missed his friend. Getting to experience that summer with Sulli had opened his eyes to so much, awakening him to a whole world of joy that he’d been taking for granted. He loved being Sulli’s friend just as much as he loved being Frankie’s, and the younger May sister had finally cottoned him on to what an incorrigible moron he was being by looking for something in Frankie that simply didn’t exist. 

What he’d never expected was to reckon with Frankie’s own rage. Her protective nature had showcased itself in a way that, ultimately, Wally knew now to have been unhealthy and misplaced. She thought she was looking out for Sulli by swearing him away from her, but she’d been misguided. Wally had finally come to understand just what his feelings for Frankie were, but that didn’t mean she trusted him anymore. She’d only agreed to welcome him back into her life to attend to whatever bout of loneliness she was snowed under from, grief and the loss of her distant travels apparently too hard for her to stomach that she’d finally, begrudgingly allow Wally at her side just for the need of a distraction. She still thought so little of him that she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea that maybe he wanted to be friends with Sulli, and had no ulterior motive to make either of them jealous or to cause some sort of upset in the family. 

Perhaps if he’d been of sounder mind, he might understand why she would jump to such a conclusion, given his past. Instead, he’d merely found himself growing increasingly more offended, working overtime to agree with whatever it was she asked of him. He wanted his friend back, but he’d cast aside his own morals as a means to achieve it. 

His voice was thick in his throat, a lump forming as he fought back the urge to cry. Seeing Sulli in the state she was now, body curling in on itself as she dropped her head into her hands, was all the punishment he needed for everything he’d put her through. He’d been so selfish and so misguided that he’d caused her such insurmountable pain on top of an already catastrophic loss. Wally was certain there was no way she could ever forgive him now, and he had no right to be angry or hurt about it. He’d done nothing to earn her trust or forgiveness. 

“I don’t want to settle either, Sulli,” he told her, his tone laden with guilt. He shook his head, wanting to bridge the gap between them and pull her into his arms. But he couldn’t, he wouldn’t. “But I have been. Not with you, never with you.” 

He knew he wasn’t making any sense, that he was doing a piss-poor job of explaining himself to her. It felt like he was fighting a losing battle, and for every part of him that wanted to fight for her, there was another voice telling him he should stop wasting her time. 

“I don’t want you because of some bullshit, idealised version of you that I made up inside my head. I don’t want you because I think I can fix or shape you into something just right, I...” he cuts himself off, searching for the words. A wordsmith he was not, it seemed. She’d stolen them all right out of his mouth.  

He thought of all the reasons he’d wanted Frankie, all the versions of her that he’d conjured up in his mind and convinced himself were real. He sighed, not being able to think of a single good reason now why he might have wanted her in the first place. He’d wanted the idea of love and then the moment it had presented itself to him, he’d run away like a scared little boy. 

“You’re not second to anybody, Sulli. You’re your own, brilliant person and you bring out the best in me and so many other people, but... I would rather have you as a friend and spend the rest of my life proving to you how sorry I am, than to lose you completely.” 

[sulligoofymood]

I did choose her.

It wasn’t like Sulli didn’t already know this, but the confirmation from Wally threatened to bowl her right over. She was suddenly glad to be sitting down, uncomfortable as the piano bench was. Had Beth really whiled away hours sitting on one just like this? Her sister really hadn’t complained about a thing, had she? And here was Sulli, reduced to tears and tantrums over a boy.

Not just any boy, she reminded herself. The only boy there ever had been for Sulli.

His words settled in her chest, with no small amount of pain. As he continued, she lifted her head, confused. It felt like perhaps he was trying to soften the blow with a caveat that he thought she wanted to hear. I chose her, but we can be friends. I chose her, but you were a decent substitute in the meantime.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes, trying to work out what he meant but getting no further forward.

“Wally, I don’t…” She lifted her hand to rub at her forehead, agitated. She had cried so much and drank very little water today. Since Beth had passed, she’d been doing that so often, and it surely meant an awful beast of a headache would be on its way shortly. Perhaps now would be the time to slip downstairs to her parents’ and grab an Advil, getting out of here while she still, sort of, had her dignity.

As he continued to speak, his words took her on a rollercoaster. One thing he said prompted her hopes to climb higher and higher, only for the next to dash them against the rocks. All the while, she stared up at him, gripping her knees as she sat and tried to make sense of it all. Despite all the hurt that had been caused between them, it never occurred to Sulli to not let Wally say his piece. It was a lesson she had learned far too late in life, despite it being one her Ma had been trying to teach her and her sisters since they were little. An argument could only ever be solved if both parties were allowed to explain their point of view.

“I know you don’t want me for those reasons,” Sulli sighed. She was embarrassed about the wet, baleful look she was giving him. Her complexion had the horrible tendency to turn splotchy red when she’d been crying, so she knew she was looking a far cry from attractive right now. She lifted her hands to press the backs of them against her cheeks, hoping that would cool down some of the rosiness.

“I don’t think you actually want me at all. Maybe as a friend,” she said. “But I don’t think you’ve ever wanted me the way I’ve always wanted you.”

Perhaps she was being unfair and putting words into Wally’s mouth, but she was only echoing the deeply ingrained beliefs she’d been holding onto since childhood. Her infatuation with Wally had once been something she was sure everyone hoped she would grow out of, but it had only shifted and turned into something that Sulli couldn’t rid herself of now. She loved him. Loved the bones off him, no matter if he was charming everyone with his usual theatrics, or quietly thumbing the pages of a book and scratching his nose the way she’d noticed he always did when he’d come across a paragraph that made him reread it a second time to glean more information. She even loved him when he was breaking her heart.

“Wally,” she said softly. “I believe that you’re sorry.”

She quietly realised it was the truth. Wally probably hadn’t meant to hurt her, but that was simply always going to be collateral when it came to Sulli’s feelings of inadequacy compared to how highly Wally thought of her sister. 

He hadn’t said to her face that he would always choose Frankie over her, but he hadn’t told her he wouldn’t either.

“I just don’t know where we go from here. I don’t know how to turn off… all of this,” she admitted, scrunching up her nose as she hovered a hand over her heart. “You’re never going to lose me because…” She shook her head, frustrated at herself once more. “Because you’ll always have this hold on me.”

[anywayhereswonderwally]

It was a lost cause and he knew it. He’d never been worthy of Sulli, not as long as he’d known her, but the few months that had passed since Beth’s death had only further proven it. He was selfish, and Sulli had every reason to tell him to go fuck himself and storm out of his apartment if she so wished. Instead, she seemed helpless in the face of his self loathing. Quietly pleading with him to stop, he ignored her, further deprecating himself in the name of his own guilt. 

He waited, with his head hung low, for her verbal undressing of him to come to a halt. He’d stay there all night if he needed to. She deserved to get it all off her chest, to brand him the coward that he was. There was no use in disagreeing with her, no matter how much his chest ached. Nothing she was saying was untrue. Her cheeks were stained with tears that Wally wished he could wipe away, but he’d long since lost the right to do so. If he’d ever been afforded such a privilege to begin with. Sometimes it had been hard to know just where the line had been drawn. 

But then her reprimands turned to something more, and his gaze lifted from his feet, staring across at her with wide eyes, devastation plain across his features. 

Wally’s brow furrowed in confusion, his heart plummeting to the pit of his stomach. He felt completely and utterly depleted, like there was nothing left of the man who’d been once known as Adam Walton. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to him just how hopelessly devoted to him Sulli was, but the reality of it still chiselled away at his chest, an ache building as each word cut through him like glass. 

Had he known? He didn’t think so, not to that extent, but perhaps he truly was that cruel. Surely they wouldn’t have found themselves in this mess if he hadn’t been aware of it to some degree? There was something between he and Sullivan, an invisible string that had wrapped around his heart and attached itself to her own, stretching thinner and thinner the longer that they were apart. And yet, he’d never let himself become fully absorbed in that daydream, in the idea that she might return his feelings for her in their entirety. It had been far easier to convince himself that her feelings were nothing more than a puppy love that he shouldn’t keep encouraging, that he should let them die and free her from his selfish grip. He’d been rejected enough times now to understand how unequivocally undesirable he was. Wally had long since abandoned any and all hope that somebody could ever love him back. 

“Sulli,” he whispered feebly, though her name felt thick in his throat. 

He longed to cross the room and pull her into his embrace, but he knew it wasn’t welcome. He had ruined every good thing about their friendship, and now he was paying the price. 

Wally thought back to Paris and to that one, desperate night when he thought Sulli might finally be his, when he’d tried to kiss her and she’d rejected his advances. It had stung as much as it always would, but he’d wanted to cling tight to the pieces of her that he’d been allowed access to, only to throw it all away in the blink of an eye. What did she mean he could ask her to do anything? What did any of it mean, when he’d been so willing to bend to her will and devote himself to her? 

Of course, Wally knew the truth then, in that moment. She’d never believed him, not really. He hadn’t given her cause to. 

“I never meant for that. I thought I didn’t deserve you – I don’t deserve you – so I ran. I ran and I hid like a scared little boy and I destroyed everything,” Wally choked, bile turning in his stomach. “But I never wanted this. I wanted you to be happy, I... I wanted you.” 

[sulligoofymood]

Sulli didn’t want to play that game. The I don’t deserve you game. Is that not what every man did to write off his failings? She doubted that any guy who’d ever said those words to a woman he'd hurt actually meant them. It was a cop out, an easy way to explain their failure to meet an expectation. She had thought Wally was better than that.

Why hadn’t he tried to deserve Sulli? 

She shook her head, uncomprehending in the face of his argument. Perhaps she could believe on some base level that Wally wanted her to be happy, in the distant way you always wanted good fortune to befall a family friend. That didn’t mean he wanted her to experience that happiness being held at anything other than arms’ length while he cosied up to Frankie again.

It was the same way you distracted a dog with a treat so he wouldn’t bother you while you ate your own meal. She felt like a naive puppy now. Here, Sulli, here’s your frills and your make-up and your damn happiness. Go make yourself busy with them and I’ll leave while your back is turned. She would never be as booksmart as her sister and Wally. She didn’t care to read the works of John Steinbeck over Emily Henry. She didn’t want to delve into essays conducting a study on Margaret Atwood. She was happy with her art and her dresses sometimes, and while Frankie had always seen that as some failure of character on Sulli’s part, she hadn’t realised that both Frankie and Wally thought her so stupid that she wouldn’t recognise the age-old signs of being pushed out once more.

“Please don’t do that,” she warned Wally. “You had me. You’ve always had me. But I have never had you.”

Perhaps he was also thinking about Paris. The night when he’d taken her out and they’d both fallen into the trap of thinking that the night was turning out to be so much more than it actually was. But Sulli had been forced to ask herself if Wally would even be there if Frankie had accepted his feelings. If that had been the case, Sulli wouldn’t even be a blip on Wally’s radar, just an old childhood friend, a future sister-in-law that he would only ever see on holidays and special occasions because there was no way Sulli could bear to live side by side with the two of them in that context. They’d both broken her heart so many times over, but that would have done her in completely.

She backed up a little, her thighs hitting the piano stool. Sinking down onto it, she pressed her face into her hands again, bowing her head. Blonde hair spilled down over her fingers as she tried to remember how to breathe without letting it hurt. It was a lost cause. Everything hurt since Beth died, like she’d taken the whole damn concept of pain management with her.

“You know you’ve always had me, Wally. But I can’t be the person you settle for. I’ve spent my whole life loving you to the point where it’s shaped me into something I can’t mould into anything else. But… you had the chance to prove that if Frankie called on you again, you wouldn’t immediately leave me for her,” she said. She looked up at him, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “And look what happened.”

A bitter sigh left her and she blinked slowly. Her eyes felt sore and swollen.

“I think…” Her breath caught in her throat. She stubbornly cleared it. “I think you’ll always choose her, Wally. It’d be kinder to the both of us if you just admitted that.”

[alicebydesign]

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pynk like the lips around your, maybeeee

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: Just because we're related, it doesn't mean you get to take all the good genes away from the rest of us.

[itsybitsyditzydaisy]

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Proving to my big brother I’m better than him! (If you ignore the ball whizzing past me!)

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: Trust me, I know Davey. And from that alone, I can confirm you are the best tennis player I have ever seen. I’m assimilating his expertise, so my word is final.

[anywayhereswonderwally]

Wally’s heart sunk, a lump forming in his throat. There it was, the age-old tell. Sullivan May was forever calling him mean, and he no longer had a single plausible argument at his disposal to counter it. He wasn’t entirely sure she was wrong at all. Because hadn’t his behaviour across the last few months just been agonisingly cruel? The May sisters were going through the unimaginable, and he’d come along and poured salt on the wound. 

He had no right to miss her as much as he did, and yet. She consumed his every waking thought and even, at times, his unconscious ones too. He’d lost track of the amount of times Sulli had visited him in his dreams, taking his hand as she lead him down one of the many winding paths that had grown so familiar to them in Paris. Just last week, he’d dreamed of her hands in his hair, her lips brushing his own. It was a visual he’d been physically incapable of shaking off, permanently tattooed to his eyelids, there to remind him of her absence every time he so much as blinked. 

“Maybe I am mean. A cruel, heartless bastard,” he whispered under his breath. He shook his head, combing his fingers through his unruly hair. He was long overdue a haircut, rogue strands constantly spilling out across his forehead and into his eyes. 

He didn’t want her pity, but he also didn’t think he’d ever deserve her forgiveness. Right now, he wasn’t completely sure what he wanted from Sullivan May, but he knew that whatever pain he was causing her needed to stop. He needed to put his foot down. Fuck Frankie and whatever mindless ideas she had about protecting Sullivan. Nothing about her stupid plan was doing any of them any good. 

“I know, sweetheart,” he breathed, the nickname falling from his lips so tenderly, the most natural thing in the world. He winced, hearing it echo through the room, a note of familiarity that he hadn’t earned. 

He wanted to stay strong and maintain a distance, allowing Sulli her own space. But hadn’t that been exactly the thing that had ruined them altogether? Wally had thrown a wall up between them, forcing distance between them that she’d never asked nor agreed to. He hadn’t ever given her a choice, and now as he watched her hold back tears, he wanted nothing more than to run to her. 

“Fuck. I know, Sull. I’m a rogue and a prick and you have every right to hate me, but I–” With every word he uttered, he’d been edging closer to her, desperate to reach for her, to pull her into his arms and prove to her how sorry he was. As soon as the tears started to roll down her cheeks, he was done for. His heart ached in his chest, and he took another final step towards her, his breath catching in his throat as she took a step back. 

She was right. He’d left her all alone to fend for herself, and now she had every right to stay there, to keep him at arm’s length and protect her space from the horrid little boy she’d been kind and sweet enough to let into her life. 

“I was selfish and stupid. I thought...” he exhaled slowly, searching for the right words before discovering they were nowhere to be seen. What did he think? In what reality would it serve Sullivan to stay away from her while she mourned the loss of her sister? He hadn’t wanted Frankie to love him, and right now he barely had her friendship. How could he have tossed aside on of the best and truest friends he’d ever known like that? 

“I was a coward,” was all he managed to muster as his shoulders slumped, his entire body deflating in defeat. 

[sulligoofymood]

Throwing out accusations at Wally was only done to make herself feel better. She hadn’t expected him to actually agree with her. 

The moment he started calling himself down, she was possessed with the age-old instinct to defend him. It did nothing for her pride, but she found herself quietly shaking her head in confusion. Just because Sulli had called Wally those things, she hadn’t actually meant them. Didn’t he know her anger burned bright and quick and never lasted long? Not when it came to him. Her hurt? Her hurt had a much longer shelf life, she’d admit to that, but it was hers to deal with on her own. She had learned that long ago, even before Beth had gone.

Her heart stopped momentarily at the pet name that slipped from his lips, wrapping itself around her ribcage and knocking her breathless. Would there ever come a day when Wally didn’t have that sort of effect on her? She doubted it, and that was just too devastating to dwell on right now. 

“Wally, stop,” she mumbled pathetically. 

She wasn’t sure if she could take it if he kept calling himself down like this. As much as she hated to, she couldn’t help but recall the night when Frankie had come home, frantic and furious, detailing Wally’s proclamation of love to her before she dragged his name through the mud, angry that he would ruin their friendship in such a way. Gigi had sympathised and Beth had worried, but Sulli had stood in the doorway, heartbroken and envious and completely baffled.

“Why don’t you love him back?” she had asked, then immediately flinched away from the absolute ire in Frankie’s face as her sister rounded on her.

And that was the crux of it, wasn’t it? Sulli had lived more years loving Wally than not. In her weakest moments, there was nothing Wally could ask for that Sulli wouldn’t give him. If she didn’t love him so much, she would despise him for what he had turned her into, a simpering devotee who cried in front of him.

Wiping angrily at her tears, she shook her head.

“You chose to be a coward then,” she argued, fighting to keep hold of the last shreds of her dignity. 

“And you were selfish,” she agreed, although she would never continue to call him stupid. After her sister, Wally was the smartest person she knew, their friendship built on a foundation of mutual interests and academia. It was no wonder Sulli could ever even come close to touching that.

Sniffing loudly, she swiped her fingertips underneath her eyelids again, catching more tears that frustratingly refused to stop. Trembling, she lifted her head to look at him, handsome as ever with his overgrown hair and piercing eyes. God, this was torture. It was always going to be torture.

“I wish I could hate you right now,” she said. “God, I’d give anything to actually, properly hate you, you know. But instead…” She shook her head wordlessly.

It took everything in her to choke the next words out, but if this was going to be the final nail in the coffin for her and Wally, then she might as well let them go out without anything left unsaid.

“You know I can never hate you and that’s the worst part. You know I would still be here waiting around for you, because you could ask me to do anything and I would. That’s the worst part. I would do…” Her fingers scrabbled uselessly for purchase on the pendant of her necklace and she held onto it. “I don’t hate you but I really, really hate what you’ve turned me into.”

[sulligoofymood]

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May or may not have sacked off my date with a finance guy to eat sweet treats in the park with my lady love instead!

[anywayhereswonderwally]

@whereswallywalton: Huge loss for the finance guy. What a shame.

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @whereswallywalton So he actually text me to tell me it was my loss, if you can believe that. 🙄

@sullijane: @whereswallywalton Do you want to come over for Hugo’s cooking, by the way?

[sulligoofymood]

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May or may not have sacked off my date with a finance guy to eat sweet treats in the park with my lady love instead!

[kissmecrawley]

@pickapennyortwo: had THEEEEEEEEEE cutest time with you hotty!!!!!

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @pickapennyortwo Let’s keep doing it forever!

[sulligoofymood]

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[mayibefrank]

@frankiemay: Cute. Did you get extra pretzels? Dad wants one.

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @frankiemay Well, Ma just text me to tell me that under no circumstances should I bring Dad any pretzels.

[sulligoofymood]

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[shatteredgossip]

@hugoprescott: I'm so glad the sun came out for you both! I cooked lasagne for later, if Penny wants to join.

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @hugoprescott She says yes! When do you require us at the table, Chef Prescott?

[sulligoofymood]

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[valentinably]

@.talkvalentina: The wisest of us all, as ever!

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @.talkvalentina I can be rather smart sometimes!

[sulligoofymood]

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[daveymcgrath]

@mcgrathdavid: For my own sanity, I'm choosing to ignore Cora comparing me to a Finance Guy. You look delectable as ever, Sullivan!

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @mcgrathdavid Ooh, talk to me about the stock market some more, Davey!

[sulligoofymood]

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[twostepdolly]

@alilbitdolly: well aren't y'all just the cutest?

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @alilbitdolly We try!

[sulligoofymood]

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[itsybitsyditzydaisy]

@daisydukesprior: So pretty! Both of you. I hope you had a great day :)

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @daisydukesprior Thanks, Daisy! The ice cream didn’t beat the one near the Meadows’ beach house, I fear.

[sulligoofymood]

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[thesevioletends]

@violetgarcia: Oh, to be Sullivan May's lady love

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @violetgarcia I have many lady loves, Vi! You should know this!

[sulligoofymood]

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[alicebydesign]

@aliceinblunderland: omg her top is soooo cunty actually @aliceinblunderland: sull stop wasting time on boring men and kiss the hot girl who sings and wears funky little fits instead

[sulligoofymood]

@sullijane: @aliceinblunderland Who says I’m NOT kissing the hot girl?