#;griffin

[gdievelyn]

Text @ Griffin

Griffin: i didn’t even notice the tattoo at first and that’s fully your fault

Griffin: i like it though, the words fit. when did you get that??

Ev: how is it my fault??

Ev: morning after you came to my room

[gdievelyn]

Text @ Griffin

Ev: [ see picture attachment ]

Ev: so what do you think?

[gdievelyn]

Text @ Griffin

Ev: look I don't know what the hell is up with your sister

Ev: I just..

Ev: nevermind

[gdievelyn]

Text @ Griffin & Hallie

Ev: Okay what the fuck is up with Dec?

[themasonwinters]

Text: Griffin || June 20, 2014

Griffin: Do you ever kinda just lie awake and wonder how lucky you are to have such amazing people in your life?

Griffin: Because I COULD be stressing over my parents' gala tomorrow. But I'm just smiling at the ceiling because even though you're still at the library working on that stupid essay, I have you.

Mason: Cheeseball.

Griffin: I'm serious! You just make everything so much better, y'know? I'm so glad I came out to you. I'm so glad I know you.

Mason: Me too, G.

Griffin: Do you want to come to the gala? It's black tie and everything, but we can probably find an excuse to leave and find something cooler to do. Like bowling. Or the movies. Or driving down to New York and seeing a show. Wicked's still running.

Mason: Isn't having me at the gala kind of dangerous? Your parents are intuitive, G. They'll know something's up between us.

Griffin: So what? They wouldn't care enough to ask questions. And if things get weird, we can just leave. Please? We're getting a chocolate fountain. The really elegant kind. With strawberries.

Mason: I love strawberries.

Griffin: Which is why I suggested them.

Mason: Aw. :)

Griffin: So... come? Please? If we can't leave, we can at least go up to the my room and cuddle. Upstairs is off limits for guests, and you know my house -- it's too big for anyone to find us.

Mason: What about your parents?

Griffin: They'll be too busy talking about stocks and stuff with your parents to worry about where I am. C'mon, please?

Mason: Okay. But once we get out of there, I'm kissing you and holding your hand the whole time.

Griffin: :)

Mason: Love you, too.

[themasonwinters]

Text: Griff  || February 14, 2014

Mason: Open your window, G.

Griffin: It's 12am. :( Go to sleep.

Mason: Are you forgetting what day it is?

Griffin: Nope. But whatever you have to say/do, can it wait until I at least get a good hour of sleep? We may be home for February break and my parents may be on a cruise but that doesn't mean I can stay up forever and not get sick.

Mason: Just five minutes is all I need.

Griffin: Can you take five minutes after 8am?

Mason: ._.

Griffin: Please?

Mason: .____.

Griffin: ._________________. It takes two to tango.

Mason: .__________________________________________.

Griffin: Fine. My window's unlocked. But if you expect me to look cute in any way, shape, or form, you're gonna be disappointed.

Mason: Griff, I'm in sweatpants.

Griffin: Well, I'm in blankets. And a sea of fatigue.

Mason: So no clothes? ;)

Griffin: Oh my god. Yes clothes. Always clothes. Toujours des vêtements.

Mason: Can I take those clothes off?

Griffin: No.

Mason: Why not?

Griffin: Because sleep. :(

Mason: Can I at least cuddle?

Griffin: If I'm awake when you climb up here, slowpoke. I dunno why you can't just use the key I gave you.

Mason: Admit it, climbing is more romantic.

Griffin: Yeah, except for that one time when you BROKE YOUR ARM AND NOSE AND I COULDN'T KISS OR CUDDLE YOU ADEQUATELY FOR THREE WEEKS.

Mason: Again, I say: more romantic.

Griffin: Whatever floats your boat.

Mason: My boat is always floating.

Griffin: Idiot.

Mason: Buttmuncher.

Griffin: I don't even know what that is.

Mason: It's you.

Griffin: Gee, thanks.

Mason: Anytime. [kiss emoji]

Griffin: Hate you, too. Hurry up. [kiss emoji]

Mason: Beginning my ascent to you. Aka heaven.

Griffin: Shut uppppp.

Mason: Never.

[themasonwinters]

Text: Griff || February 27, 2012

Mason: Hey there, SAT surivor!

Griffin: We're not even gonna talk about it.

Mason: You coming to rehearsal tonight? Rumor has it there's gonna be an epic prom-posal.

Griffin: I don't care about Eric and Valerie. I just wanna sleep. :(

Mason: You're Frank Abagnale, Jr. Rehearsal doesn't wait for sleep.

Griffin: Goodbyyyyyeeeeee.

Mason: Clever. But you're coming to rehearsal.

Griffin: The show is through, the part's been played~

Mason: Not until March 13, it hasn't.

Griffin: Goodbye... Goodbyyyeeee. Goodbyyeeeee. GoodBYEEEEE.

Mason: I won't get to hear you stick that high note if you don't come to rehearsal. :(

Griffin: But sleep.

Mason: But we can get coffee after.

Griffin: Coffee?

Mason: Coffee.

Griffin: Fine.