@foreverwednesday
“What the fuck did we do last night?” Iris sighed. Her head was throbbing and she was struggling to open her eyes fully - everything seemed a little too bright. But she knew that Arlo was beside her, like he usually was after a night out. “No, seriously, when did it become fucking impossible to have a drink with some friends without it turning into the black fucking plague the next day?” Although they’d had their ups and down, Arlo was still one of the most consistent people in her life. That was why she had been so adamant about things not happening between them when they were younger. They were both so messy and they needed each other in their lives. She was sure that she would have done something to mess things up if they’d decided to actually be together. She was glad that she had stuck by her guns, though. But it was then that she was struck with a thought, “Arlo, did we do something stupid?” She sighed before she turned to look at him.









