#dash-sullivan

[reagan--cooper]

text: I'm sorry about last night. I guess it's just been bothering me more than I realized. I shouldn't have said it the way I did. I love you.

text: Its fine. I just wish you would trust me. Next time just talk to me about what’s bothering you and we can work through it. I really did just want to do something nice for you, now I feel like you’re going to think i’m guilty of something and it hurts my feelings that you don’t trust me like I trust you. I’m sorry I brought up Maia yesterday - I was upset. I love you too. 

[reagan--cooper]

text: I should have never introduced you to Charlie. He now refuses to speak to me unless you're present... ;)

text: Awww what a little charmer, just like his big brother. We should do a skype date with him, so I can say hello!

[lila-eaton]

@dash-sullivan

There comes a point when the punishment you inflict on others becomes a punishment onto itself, and if the constant harassment she received to forgive Dash was any indication, she had officially reached that point. Not to mention the fact that if she really allowed herself to be honest, she missed him. There was something about his cynical point of view that just always made her feel better. Bitching with Uncle Dash, she used to call it. And Lord knows she could use a bit of that right about now... 

‘I’m ready to talk...’ she texted one evening, leaving it short to convey that while she was extending this olive branch, she was doing so begrudgingly and he was goddamn lucky for even the opportunity. And then she waited... 

[goshsophie-blog]

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[unsent]: so are you going to just let maia go? just like that?

[unsent]: i don’t know quite what happened between you two, but it seems like a little bit more than what im hearing

[unsent]: that mistletoe you put up last christmas is still in some places over campus and some dude tried to kiss me under it. i would like you to consider the very serious repercussions that stupid prank of yours is still having for me

[unsent]: hello, it’s me

[unsent]: serious question, are we ever going to find out your real name?

[sent]: I literally just heard a girl tell her friend your name is dash because you ‘dash’ away the morning after. and i hope for your sake, that’s not the rumour that sticks

[a-wickham]

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Unsent: Where the fuck did you even come from?

Unsent: Maia and Reagan? I mean really. Did you just look at my life and think, hey I’m gonna fuck with this guy today. 

Unsent: Why even bother acting like you like me?

Unsent:You don’t deserve either of them.

Unsent: Please take care of Lila. Please. I’m begging. 

No messages sent. 

[reagan--cooper]

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[unsent text]: I had an amazing time with you

[unsent text]: I love the color of your eyes

[unsent text]: Are you using me to make Maia Jealous? Are you over Maia? Are you interested in me? 

[unsent text]: Please don’t leave. Everyone leaves me. 

[unsent text]: I suppose Lila told you. I’m horrible. I told you, now you know why everyone stays away from me. Still think Jinx is a cool nickname? 

[text]: Hey. Can we talk? 

[maialancaster-blog]

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[UNSENT] Why am I so in love with you?[UNSENT] With you of all people?[UNSENT] Is Reagan much better than I am?[UNSENT] Looks like you literally broke my heart according to the doctor’s reports.[UNSENT] I love you and I hate myself for that.[SENT] Goodbye Dash.

[lila-eaton]

@dash-sullivan

She’d been avoiding him, and he could tell. Normally he was the kind of guy who would text maybe twice a week, but when she finally turned her cell phone back on, she had 20 voicemails and 15 texts, the last of which just read: I’m worried... People like Dash Sullivan don’t get “worried” often.

She didn’t know why she was avoiding him. Maybe it was because he was the closest thing he had to a family and she was terrified of what he would think. She wasn’t close to her parents, and she didn’t have any siblings, so Dash was it for her. 

But her world was falling apart, and she had no where else to turn. It was time he knew the truth. And when he answered on the second ring, sounding out of breath as though he had run to the phone the moment she called, his voice sounds so familiar, so safe, that she couldn’t help but burst out into tears. “Dash?” she managed to utter through her sobs. “Can you come over here, please?”