i thought that i was dreamin

APHRODITE: yeah i know you don't

APHRODITE: that still doesn't give you an excuse to punch them, heath! that's the whole point!

APHRODITE: do you want me to leave? tell me you want me to leave, and i'll go.

HEATH: good you should get it by now

HEATH: why can't you fucking let it go! it was a reasonable response to someone looking at my girlfriend!

LOGAN: but mean!!

LOGAN: probably true

RYAN: still true !

APHRODITE: because it was unnecessary!

APHRODITE: protect me from looks? what are you gonna do, punch every guy that takes a second glance? i'm a fucking lingerie model, you'll be punching people to your grave

APHRODITE: if i wanted to leave i would. that's not what this is. i just want us to be fucking happy again

HEATH: i still don't agree ok

HEATH: i don't like other guys looking at you when i'm right there! it's not that hard to understand

LOGAN: mean :(

LOGAN: i know right ?? how crazy can u get ??

RYAN: truthful (:

           she doesn’t need to wait for doors to be opened. it’d be nice but fuck it, she always knew of ways of getting in. she’s well versed in getting by. she slinks through his apartment. she knows it well. but it’s an apartment. you don’t need to be in it long to know it well. and she’s not one to stick around too long. his finger’s brief placement behind her ear sends a shiver down her spine. she hates that. she swears she hates him — sometimes. she offers no words; not yet. instead, she’s standing on the couch ( she wont fuss with trying to drag him down to her height tonight ). grabs the sides of his neck and kisses him with blood still on her lips. her lips busted, her cheeks bruised, her ribs hurt, and she doesn’t care about any of that.