#ofdreamsgretchen

[dariadisgust-blog]

Text || Gretchen

Daria: can you come over?

Daria: please? with wine? and some stupid film or tv boxset?

[girlwhorunswithfists]

Text -> Gretchen

Spinelli: heeeeeeey gretch

Spinelli: i got a little game, we should play. right now. text me back or I spam your phone

[patheticlittlepushoverkid]

Gus was nervous. No. He wasn’t just nervous. He was absolutely terrified. In his mind he had already gone through multiple scenarios, which all didn’t end too bad - he survived in them all, so that was good - and yet not the way he wanted. Stupid triple dog dare. Stupid Spinelli. Abruptly Gus turned his head around as though she could have heard him thinking, which of course wasn’t possible. Her knowing about the dare didn’t make it any easier though. In fact, Spinelli knowing anything about this didn’t make it easier, and as soon as he entered the nursing station, he wanted to turn around again. His heart was speeding up at Gretchen’s sight and he wasn’t sure if he liked the new level of nervousness. Right now, he hated Spinelli and whoever dared him first.

“Gretchen, can I talk to you for a second?” He asked. “Preferably alone.”