#t:bw

[sebadasssmythe-blog]

[Txt] Stupid Question-- you're taking SB to the funeral right? Or at least you're going to the wake?

[Txt] Of course I’m taking him. What kind of asshole do you take me for, Brodes? I’m not leaving him to have to deal with this shit on his own. 

[sebadasssmythe-blog]

[Txt] Hey. You asleep? Because you should be, moron.

[Txt] I can’t sleep 24/7. It’s pneumonia, not a coma, genius. 

[smythethebadass-blog]

[Txt] So four days in and you're already causing mass chaos. I can't tell who had more of a vacation while you were gone at this point-- you or us.

[Tx] Dramatic much? It’s not my fault teenagers can’t handle being told to work for a change. You only have my sub to thank. 

[sebadasssmythe-blog]

[Txt] You got into a fight? You got kicked out a bar? Seriously? I thought you said you were over that phase?

[Txt] You talked to Marley? Look, I don’t know what she told you, but it was warranted. I don’t regret it. 

[sebadasssmythe-blog]

[Txt] Hey-- do you have plans for the day of Christmas? Or, more appropriately, the night? This is not me hitting on you, so don't blow me off yet.

[Txt] Well I wasn’t reading it that way until you said, but I appreciate the clarification all the same. Nothing in concrete - why? 

[pucking-your-world-blog-blog]

Text@ Berry, Brody

Puck: Just wanted to say thanks for letting me crash out at your pad last night. And for not getting sexy while I was there. Not that I would've really known but I'm guessing that didn't happen. 

[redroseryan]

Text: Sir, I'm not sure your boyfriend is okay with me submitting to you. I didn't mean anything by it, Sir.

[Text] Why do you think that?

[incomparable-rberry-blog-bl-blog]

Text|Brochel

Rachel: Hey handsome. I was just wondering what your plans for this weekend were.