#presleyfarrow

[reggiellewellyn]

closed for: @presleyfarrow

where: the farrow residence, friday of the blackout

"Are you going to let me in or do I have to break in?" Reggie half-yells, both hands bracketing like a makeshift megaphone to ensure that she heard him. "Because if I remember right, this is a real call-the-coppers kind of street and I'd hate for those resources to be stretched during an obviously stretchy situation already."

[reggiellewellyn]

closed for: @presleyfarrow

where: bonfire bash

"Noooo, don't do that!"

Reggie moves to step in front of Presley, blocking her path to the fire and temporarily staving off the incineration of his second favorite hoodie and his first favorite banked excuse to see her.

"We're not even exes, you're practically breaking the law. Halt."

[reggiellewellyn]

closed for: @presleyfarrow

where: beach bash, saturday night

"Well look at that, Miss California's here. They should have put that on the Instagram post," Reggie says as he approaches her, his fourth beer of the evening in hand. He's sure she would have preferred if he pretended he hadn't seen her and left her be, but that had never been his style.

"I texted you congrats about that, by the way. Mustn't have went through."

[reggiellewellyn]

💭 Presley

"Oh, I'm not allowed think about Presley. She's been very clear about that. I'm also not allowed to look at her a certain way or talk to her in public if certain people are around. I'm not wellbred enough for our future Miss America which I would argue is not a very Miss America like thing to let someone know. Especially if it doesn't apply behind closed doors."

"Did you know one of the criterias those judges score on is authenticity? I do." @presleyfarrow

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