hurricane.

interesting. may i offer a word of advice? don’t try to iron the wrinkles of mask. the mask will melt and you’ll just be sad.

i’ll have to leave a note of that so next time i’m drunk, i won’t be sad.

Ah, right. Duh. That makes sense. Just ignore me.

It’s all good, bub. We all have our moments.

Hiding his hopefully unevident feelings behind the jokes was something he was was usually liable to do. The friendship between Jasper and his very exuberant, petite blonde was something he held dearly to his heart and he was no where near even attempting to lose it. Looking low attempting to fix his sleeves, his face goes blank at her humorous apology. “Bullshit,” Jasper mutters under his breath, feeding onto the small banter the couple has always retained.

The relationship between the two of them never failed to confuse Ava. One minute they’d be regular friends and the next, they’d act like a couple. Of course, it never bothered Ava that much because she secretly wouldn’t have it any other way. A part of her is always scared that if they turn into something more than friends, that everything would change.  Ava crossed her arms over her chest, “No bullshit. I am truly and deeply sorry.” The girl teased, grinning at him.

Yeah, I’m pretty hurt.

Sorry boo.

Rude.

You seem shocked.

Nah, will you marry me?

No but I’ll take a diamond ring.

Have patience.

I do, I do. Take ya time.

Good point.

Bad answer.

You’ll see, eventually.

Why not now?

I can change that.

How so?

…this conversation is clearly going nowhere.

Like us.

You don’t need to be Mexican to know what that is, Ava.

I’m aware of that, Jasper. It’s just not as big as any other holiday. Ya feel me?

No.

Then how do you know what it is??

There’s your answer love.

Are you Mexican?

Google it. Make Sloane proud.

It says it’s a Mexican holiday.

It’d be like Day of the Dead.

What’s that?