open to anyone, based on: we broke up right before a giant roadtrip our friends planned and we don’t want to bail on everyone and ruin the trip so yay, looks like we get to spend a five hour drive and a weekend in a cottage together.
this was a stupid idea. the car ride on the way here had been bad enough as it was, being sat in virtually complete silence for hours on end. noemi didn’t know how she was going to make it through the weekend with them and as it stood the only vague plan she had involved a lot of alcohol. she scanned her eyes around their bedroom for the long weekend, before she panned her gaze over to them. the silence was stiff and awkward — and just not noemi, therefore she opted to fill it with a rather deadpan comment. “you’re sleeping on the floor.”












