◤—- ° * ｡ KILL OF THE NIGHT. ◢

me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they'll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

❛ no? ❜ he says aloud, brims forming into a phony pout at her set of words. ❛ you consider me a friend? to think i was only the babysitter. ❜ ronnie will tease, standing up to follow the petite in the kitchen. upper limbs folding across his chest, hazel optics will watch as stella finishes preparing her meal that caused a growl to emit from ronnies stomach. ❛ no actually, i moved. i actually live in los angeles now, i'm only out here to visit your baby daddy. a month or two ago our mom passed, believe it or not she actually left xander something so i'm here to deliver — but he won't be home for another few days so i'm kind of just hanging out. ❜ he confesses, back leaning against the end of the counter. to say the least he's taken back by her mini-speech, certainly she got her point across. ❛ to be honest, i don't know what i want. i mean i did like you, but you left.... things are different now, i mean it's been years. i was serious months ago, and while you were dating xander and you never took me seriously. i've chased after you twice, and each time you ran away. i don't think i want to put myself in that position again.❜