leans forward and puts all his weight on her. "Carry me."
“no, don’t–” but it was too late, he was already leaning. this is how she dies, not by her own stupidity or any other cause, but by her terrible taste in best friends. terrible. belatedly, she realizes that it would make a great tombstone writing. ivy’s screeching, knees already trembling and threatening to give out. “get off me, you’re old, heavy and tacky, you- you... fuCK-” they topple to the ground, and ivy is the cushion. they stay like that for a while, because ivy has finally resorted to staying there forever. “i really, really hate you.”











