𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑻 & 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮.

TASTE.

i leave quite an impression.

you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.

just know i was already there.

i'm gone, but you're still laying next to me.

i know i've been known to share.

five feet to be exact.

he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue.

what are the odds, you send me a text.

every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feeling mine.

if you want forever, i bet you do, just know you'll taste me too.

you can have him if you like, i've been there, done that once or twice.

well, i heard you're back together and if that's true, you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.

all his jokes hit different, guess where he learned them from.

you'll just have to taste me.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

i know i have good judgement.

if you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me.

please please please.

i'm just kidding. but really, kinda.

i know i have good taste.

i know you're craving some fresh air.

everyone makes mistakes, but just don't.

don't prove i'm right.

we could live so happily if know one knows that you're with me.

whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight.

don't bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.

heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another.

i have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside.

it's funny and it's ironic that only i feel that way.

i heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand up guy.

i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

GOOD GRACES.

i won't give a fuck about you.

i'm sweet like an angel.

you really like it being mine.

no one's more amazing.

you do something sus, kiss my cute ass bye.

it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces.

i know a lot of guys.

let me give you some advice.

that was cool.

break my heart and i swear i'm moving on.

no one's more amazing at turning loving into hatred.

want you every second.

it's not that complicated.

you do somethin' suspect, this cute as bye-bye.

i'll switch it up like that, so fast.

don't need other guys.

you should stay in my good graces.

dreaming of writing vows, rocking cradles.

don't mistake my nice for naive.

SHARPEST TOOL.

i know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.

on a tuesday, send a soft hey.

we don't talk about it.

we never talk about how you found god at your ex's house.

we had sex, i met your best friends.

all the silence just makes it worse.

seems like overnight, i'm just the bitch you hate now.

lying to yourself if you think we're fine.

you're confused, and i'm upset.

then you logged out, leaving me dumbfounded.

if that was casual, then i'm an idiot.

all the silence is just your strategy.

you guilt-tripped me to open up to you.

left me with a lot of shit to second guess.

i don't hear a word 'til your guilt creeps in.

we never talk about it.

i'm looking for an answer between the lines.

we were going right, then you took a left.

i don't hear a word.

COINCIDENCE.

she knew, she's got a real sixth sense.

what a surprise, your phone just died.

this week you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth.

now she's in the same damn city at the same damn time.

last week you didn't have any doubts.

she's sending you some pictures wearing less and less.

damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew, 'least that's what you said.

you've lost all your common sense.

your car drove itself from l.a. to her thighs.

oh wow, you just broke up again.

the way you told me the truth, minus seven percent.

what a coincidence.

palm springs looks nice, but who's by your side?

that's what you said.

BED CEHM.

who's the cute boy with the white jacket?

maybe it's all in my head, but i bet we'd have really good bed chem.

come right on me.

i bet the thermostat's set at sixty nine.

you're not in my timezone, but you wanna be.

make me go.

i bet we'd both arrive at the same time.

i know i sound a bit redundant.

how you're looking at me, yeah, i know what that means.

i was in a sheer dress, the day that we met.

i bet it's even better than in my head.

are you free next week?

where art thou? why not uponeth me?

come right on me, i mean camaraderie.

i bet we'd both arrive at the same time.

who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm?

how you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round.

maybe it's all in my head.

you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things.

see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy.

oh, it just makes sense.

and what are the odds? you send me a text.

he's bleary eyed & sore when the plane arrives back in england. there's still forest debris in his damp hair, clothes clinging to him as he walks through the airport with the team. he knows ruby is here somewhere waiting for them- for him. he keeps his eyes peeled for her. it's only been a few days, but god, he's got so much to tell her. finally, he sees her & he waves his broken arm at her before wincing & letting it drop back down. oh yeah- he needs to get that looked at too. natacha did the best she could with the resources, but it needs a proper pot on it.

“You’re my best friend. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else.”

“I’m glad I have you here. Being like this is easy with you.”

“At first, having feelings for you was awkward— but now I can’t fathom anything else.”

“I’ve known you for years, (insert name). Can we please drop the pretenses and be honest with each other, for once?”

“I know you don’t feel the same, but I need to get this off my chest.”

“Can you believe how far we’ve come?”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went on that date. What’s going on?”

“I’m totally not jealous, but this time is for us— please don’t share it with other people.”

“But— you said you’d go there with me. Was that just something you said to make me feel better?”

“Come lie with me, please. I’ve had a bad day— I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I told her we weren’t dating, but she didn’t believe me.”

“Wait— when did you get so beautiful/handsome/hot?”

“Are you sure you wanna leave the house in that? It’s awfully— revealing.”

“Okay— so maybe this is a date. Is that so bad?”

“Are you— trying to turn me on?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you my girlfriend/boyfriend— it just slipped out.”

“I didn’t mean to kiss you. It just sorta— happened.”

“I had this dream that we were married.”

“I had this dream that we kissed— and a sorta want to try it now.”

“Okay— so maybe I am a little jealous. So what? I can’t help it.”

“Just remember, I’m the one who taught you how to (insert intimate activity).”

“I know this sounds lame— but they’re not good enough for you.”

“Are you saying you want to kiss me?”

“Why are you blushing so hard?”

“I’m actually really offended that you didn’t ask me to go with you.”

“Friends can make-out every now and then— right? That’s not weird or anything.”

“I know we’re not together— but I want you to be my first.”

“I want my first kiss to be special—and you’re the most important person in my life right now. Will you kiss me, if I ask, or would that be too weird?”

“Whoa— umm— will you excuse me? I need to run to the bathroom really quick.”

“Look, I know we’re not together. But— we’re both in good places in our lives, and neither of us have any prospects. Do you think there’s a chance we might — well, we already act like an old, married couple, so—”

“Is it weird if I tell you I could see you as the mother/father of my children?”

❝ oh! well, i wasn't expecting that! ❞

❝ i don't know what you're talking about. ❞ jess looks at her screens- she does have a very good poker face when she wants to. ❝ i didn't cancel on purpose, something just came up. ❞