#mel clemonte

[druidcore]

Luke Mitchell x Merritt Patterson manip request by yours truly 

[druidcore]

❛ maybe ‘ fuck you ’ will be our always. ❜ (mel and jake)

“Man, I love it when you’re romantic,” Mel deadpanned, one earplug in and the other in a makeshift necklace around her neck. It pulsed tiny beats against her skin, hard enough to tickle but barely enough to irritate her into untangling it from the knotted mess it was in. “Seriously, keep that talk coming, and maybe I’ll leave my boyfriend of six months to jump into your bed.” Low blow, probably, but truth be told, Mel had no reason to care about Jake’s feelings, when he was the one sitting there looking like the butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, with a grin that could rival the Cheshire cat’s, flirting with her as though she wasn’t his best friend’s girlfriend. Pretty shameless. “I was just saying––”“Well don’t.” And if Mel regretted snapping at him, the cool mask of indifference didn’t show it. Spoiler alert? She did.