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✿ five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.
ferris was out and about with aiakos, they drove aimlessly around town and has just decided to go to this one thai food joint they haven’t been to in a long time, try six months. instead they’ve found a vegan restaurant greeting them. ferris rolled his eyes, but couldn’t resist to send a yeast loving brat a text about it “4 erskine rd. ur welcome & bust a nut xoxo”
logging into twitter and seeing her latest and quite shady update, he felt intrigued. pallas and her friends always had the most outstanding gossip about literally everyone, he wondered how fun their tea parties must be. he decided otherwise, eleanor would tell him if it was that relevant anyway.
he thought he spotted her at this one bar, but couldn’t quite tell if it was her or not. it was too dingy down here anyway, what could’ve brought her here? especially without her sorority of mislead, petty women fluttering around her like brain damaged butterflies. what could it be? a secret meeting, perhaps? he got out his phone to ask if she’s out, but just in time did the mystery woman turn around — nope, she is not his pallas. her eyebrows were better.
this talk about the current, sudden beef in the group was lowkey, but it seemed to be all that there was. rose seemed careful, and tatum was just as carefree. eleanor seemed to be more at ease and sometimes smiling at tatum. mila seemed indifferent. pallas seemed to cast looks at the gremlin sometimes, and he planned to shoot her a text about it once. leila has packed up and left and so did alessandra, the latter two’s existence meant nothing at all. if anything, they all ordered mexican food for once and had a one big sit down on the floor with soft drinks & alcohol in hand, a rolled blunt in another, board games left unattended and unfinished, and talked and bonded over their shared annoyance about the girl. he noticed rose wasn’t there as well, so something was definitely up. he kept wondering until tatum brought her up, and suddenly the whole group poured out their negative feelings about her, happy to share another common interest. he didn’t wait for long until the story came out. ferris was proud of the rowdy lesbian for once.
someone kicked him out the gc again, he groaned. typing a text to pallas to add him back because he knows it was her, he heard the beeping notifications again and erased his hateful request.
☠ five times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did.
she complained about the smell in the van as if it was his, and honest to god, ferris was going to slam that van into her.
it was amazing to ferris how one person can be so irritating and whiny. as she stood in front of the kitchen counter at eleanor’s, rambling her unfortunate day away, he wondered how the crack of her skull would sound against the marble surface.
it wasn’t exactly a hit. it was more of a gentle push that landed her right into the lake. she kept coming up with snarky remarks about him all day, he wondered if she could ever stop. she didn’t, not even after that push. ferris regretted it.
their nose vs. eyebrows debate was heated. sure, it was your typical banter but ferris really imagined peeling the skin under her eyebrows of with his pocket knife for some reason. such a pleasing thought.
rumors of him flew around. something about him owning a fleshlight, but shoving it up his ass instead of, well, fucking it. he knew it was her. he was almost so sure about it. he wondered if her head would fall off if he kept slamming the door with it lodged on it.
☁ five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.
he thought of her as he was sitting down and watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians, his cousin Val on the phone watching it with him. She reminded him of Kim, but pettier, and more terrifying. less curves, too. the bitch was a stick.
someone said the word kale and he instantly, immediately thought of pallas. it was linked to her now, in his head. how disgusting.
out shopping for whatever it was is missing from his flat, and his eyes hovered over something that made him both smile and cringe as he thought of the girl. he bought it and gave it to her sometime later. throwing the tweezer’s to her lap with a shit eating grin attached to his lips. “the one thing missing from your life, apparently.”
reading the latest news about prince harry or whatever it was being down to experiment with the dick business, he instantly thought of her and royal connections. did she know this already? does she even know prince harry?
a few sentences from a book he was reading and his brain instantly had pallas as the character’s appereance. they seemed to be so alike, it was annoying to him so he might as well.
☢ five times my muse almost sends a nude, and the one time they do.
it was late, and he was scrolling with his eyes hooded through the screen. he almost sent her a nude instead of the meme had saved especially for her.
she was going off about something in one of the many groupchats their friends had, and he wondered if a picture of his dick would repulse her enough to leave the gc. ended up being just a thought that crossed his mind, tragically.
it wasn’t his nude that he sent. a pair of well rounded tits was accidentally sent to her mid conversation & meme swapping. she asked who it was, but he kept vega’s identity a secret.
he felt like spamming her with multiple dick pics from different, and absolutely foul angles just to annoy her enough to drop and hopefully break her phone. didn’t do it, sadly.
they were having a discussion about the identity of someone who kept sending the girls pics of his dick, and ferris knew him. almost sent them a picture of said culprit’s dick, but he would stir up suspicions he didn’t need, so he relented. laughing at their general discomfort.
