☾ ━ if the moon smiled, she would resemble you.

abigail avery. eighteen. what horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising and fading out into an INDIFFERENT middle age.

[emiliepls]

“This is why I hung out with Oliver last week. He says nice things about me.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Yeah, because dickhead’s been fucking whipped for you since we were six years old.”

[emiliepls]

“Sure we wouldn’t be. You know, you should tell me what else you love about me. Otherwise I mightn’t believe you.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Are you using me to groom your ego? Fuck you!”

[emiliepls]

“I dunno, it feels a little like you’re just using me for my sexual prowess.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Cute. Come on, Ems-- we both know if I was using you just for sex, we wouldn’t be right here, right now.”

[emiliepls]

“Merlin, you know how to make a girl feel cheap.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Oh, come on-- you know I love you.”

[emiliepls]

“I might just have to teach you some patience.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“I’d say you should, but I’m pretty sure that’d mean we’re not banging today, and... that’d suck, to say the least.”

[emiliepls]

“I figured we’d at least have breakfast first.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Nah. That’d include waiting, and I’ve never been too good at that.”

[emiliepls]

“Oh. Oh. This definitely works.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Figured it would. Was this what you had in mind for us to do today?”

[emiliepls]

“Dunno. That’s for you to figure out.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Is this working?”

[emiliepls]

“Hm… I think you’re being sarcastic again.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“And how would I prove I’m being sincere?”

[emiliepls]

“I cuddle you when Tris has to leave for work early in the morning?”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Oh yeah. I do really appreciate that, you know. Means the world to me.”

[emiliepls]

“Uh… beats me. I’m cute?”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Nah, that’s why I’m dating Tristan. Try again.”

[emiliepls]

“Not exactly. Only started last year and really, I only meant it to be a one-time thing but since I don’t get to see him as much any more I figured I might as well make it a yearly thing.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“... Why am I dating you again?”

[emiliepls]

“Friendiversary! You know, when we first became friends and all that. I’d make you celebrate ours but my parents don’t remember the exact date we first met.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“And you’re telling me that you’ve celebrated this... every year? How have I never noticed? We’ve spent like, every day together since we were seven.”

[emiliepls]

“You cannot use that against me! Tuesday was our friendiversary.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Sorry, your fucking what?”

[emiliepls]

“Let’s do something! No, I see you thinking– no excuses, Avery. I know you have nothing on today. Come on, it’s the first time in ages we’ve had a day off with just the two of us.”

@wtfabi !!!

[wtfabi-blog]

“We had a day off together last fucking week, you just decided spending time with your not-boyfriend was more important than spending time with your actual-girlfriend. I will not be your sloppy seconds, Emilie Fawley.”

[emiliepls]

“Yet? So there’s hope.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“Well, yeah. Gotta go out with a bang, right? Be a bit boring otherwise.”

[emiliepls]

“Well, maybe not in money. I have other methods of payment, though.”

[wtfabi-blog]

“We’re not having sex on my desk, Ems. I don’t want to get fired. Yet.”