#text:everett

[brandondrives-blog]

Text: Desert works. Text: No problem. Thanks for coming this year Brandon.

Text: Alright. 

Text: Thank you for inviting me. It really means a lot to me.

[brandondrives-blog]

Text: What do you want me to cook for Thanksgiving? I want to go shopping tomorrow or Sunday at the latest. Text: Spencer will be there and is okay with you being there.

Text: Uhm, I’m fine with anything, to be honest. I’m not picky. I could maybe bring a desert?

Text: Oh, he is? Alright, uhm... thanks for letting me know. And for talking to him, I guess.

[fxck-nate]

TEXT || NEVERETT

Nate: You really, really want me to stay?

[big-city-blaine]

Text: Hey B, I loved the drawing. Thank you.

[text]: Is okay. My miss you.

[fxck-nate]

Text: Well fuck you too, then. I will.

[Ignored]

[fxck-nate]

Text: Where was I supposed to look for you? I thought maybe you needed some space and that's why you weren't home and I texted your boyfriend but he wouldn't give me shit. I don't even know why he lives or which dorm he's in, plus you weren't even at his place you were in the fucking hospital. How was I supposed to know? I'm sorry for actually being worried and concerned cause I consider you my friend. I'm sorry for trying to be a good friend. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.

[text]: Stop trying.

[fxck-nate]

Text: Wow, really? You're not going to tell me? Fine. Whatever. I care too much about people who obviously don't give a crap back.

[text]: I don’t owe you an explanation. If you “cared too much” you’d have made an effort to actually come and find me. I might be an asshole but i’m certainly not an idiot, which is all I can say for you.

[fxck-nate]

Text: You're in the hospital? Why didn't you tell me?

[text]: I thought the whole unconscious ordeal would give that away.