roselinewynters:
her initial instinct was to sass ; but she needed pants, and he was the closest to the rack. “yeah, chris. didn’t you?” wasn’t he…- away? attending a school that wasn’t the walt disney hellhole that everyone came to hate? this made no goddamn sense. “that’ll do. anything will do.”
“Yeah, but I went to bed in my bedroom at home... Must have been a weird fucking dream.” He frowned, throwing her a pair on the closest rack. “You went to sleep here? On the floor of the merch store?”














