#ch:katie

[lilrayaandhermeds-blog]

"So I tell her, 'no, I'm a lesbian.' And just like that, I'm kicked out of Chik-Fil-A. What a bummer, right?"

[albuspott-blog]

katie&albus||butterflies

Albus Potter was nervous. He really didn't have a clue why he was nervous, or what the feeling meant exactly. He knew that the back of his throat felt like the Sahara Desert on a bad day and his fingers felt all tingly. The dry throat could have been a side effect of the bottle of whiskey he was currently nursing, but he wasn't so sure. 

Four girls. That's how many he had sent away that night. Four girls had come swaggering towards him, their hips shaking, and he had sent them on their jolly way. What the fuck was wrong with him? He hoped it wasn't some sort of dry spell or some ridiculous thing you weren't supposed to have until you were 40- some mid life crisis. Could you have erectile disfunction at seventeen? Was that even in the relm of possibility?

As soon as he saw her he knew it wasn't. His whole body grew white hot, like someone had poured a vat of oil over his head. It wasn't right, it wasn't good. It is good- it feels so bloody good. But he couldn't have her, that was silly. She was beautiful, charming, and completely immune to him. And he liked having a different girl every week. That was fun. Wasn't it?

"Did you bring your alcohol?" He asked her softly, avoiding her eyes. "I found my whiskey."