#joesephsimmons

[twistedcranesarcc-blog]

@joesephsimmons

          surely this was a dream? surely he wasn’t actually back after all this time?           was it even him or was she simply missing him so much that she was imagining it?           fingers grip tightly to the stroller as options popped into her head. she could either:           run up to him and hug him - but he honestly didn’t deserve that, she could slap him           for leaving - and let’s be real, he really deserved that. but no, instead, she hoped he           hadn’t seen her. instead, she ducked her head, took a deep breath and began to walk                                                              away - as if nothing had happened. 

[barelyspeaks-a]

@joesephsimmons

      he’s the LAST person she expects to see when she opens the door. but, everyone around here seemed to come & go often, so maybe she SHOULDN’T be all too surprised. without much thought, she instantly believes he’s here for brian. ❛ oh, h-hey -- brian’s not h-here, if y-you wanted to see him. he’s um -- i a-actually have no idea where he is. ❜

[frayedpetal-blog]

text | try to forget

alaya: jsyk it's almost emilie's 2nd birthday

alaya: you missed her first word

alaya: and her first steps

alaya: you must feel so great about yourself

[marijuanaisms]

                it's taken the blonde almost half a day to set everything up. she's put everything in a basket and even dressed up nice for the occasion. she wore her hair in lose ringlets to accompany her little black dress which stopped just above the knee and her grey knee high kitten socks. dropping emilie off at the maid's house, she drove around to joe's apartment, pulling her phone out of her purse. 

               alaya: i'm outside. wear something decent, bby xox                alaya: surprise xx

[iinsanesarchive-blog]

&. josephsimmons.

            "i'll go down on you if you do my paper for me --             i think that's fair, right ??"

[thealwaysforgotten]

❝ -- do i get to see her? ❞

she's never gotten the chance to see his daughter, & since they were around each other, dead silent, maybe it was a good suggestion to bring up. children always seemed to lighten her mood. in ways, she felt small around joe ; she felt like she couldn't speak her mind, like she was put through too much emotional highs & lows -- enough to mess her up in ways she can't comprehend. 

[thealwaysforgotten]

they hadn't talked on the phone for long ( by text ), before it was decided where they should meet up. brian sent his location, hopeful that joe would be able to find it, & once he hears the heartbeat of a familiar face, he moves to the treehouse door, pulling it open. “ up here.. -- you wanna talk, right? ”

[thealwaysforgotten]

[text]: bad shit? well there was bad shit about elwood and i, but not so much about you. [text]: are you busy? this would be easier to talk about in person.

// text // : i mean.. you’re makin it seem like it’s bad..// text // : i’m not busy though, no.. where do you want to meet?