Broken teeth, broken minds & broken ways

Jake: [telling her to bite down, meaning on this banana, because he wants to see if she will, throwback to cinema date bj antics when he asked her to bite him then]

Sylvie: [doing it, even though too much is in her mouth that it’s lowkey a choking hazard, just got to show your #dedication, go off, doing such a dramatic SHIVER when she does, you would think this water was ice cold, but really we’re just picturing biting him and the EYE CONTACT in this lil vid is communicating that thought]

Jake: I swear you bit a hole down to the bone earlier, I was scared my head would fall off nodding

Jake: Or clean through my wrist, because my pulse can’t be contained inside my body

Sylvie: It’s going to be a constant race to see who can use each other’s words for lyrics first

Sylvie: there’s a constant beat behind everything you say, my heart in my ears and yours in my mouth

Jake: [tell her how insane your pulse is rn because there’s apps for that, so she knows how fast the beat should be for her next song]

Sylvie: I can’t wait to work up a sweat with you to this one

Sylvie: [give him examples of songs that are this fast that you fw/are giving the same saucy vibes because it’ll be giving feral we know]

Jake: [join in with your own nerding via saucy songs and the backstories of who they are written about etc, because always tea and because always trying to inspire her and spur her on to be feral, she’s his muse but it’s more mutual than the cliche, they love a collab]

Sylvie: [tell him that you’ve heard one song is about another girl because also always happens because musicians are hoes lol]

Sylvie: there’s going to be 0 confusion with us

Jake: Ri1 [for 0 because it needs repeating]

Jake: Everybody’s going to be painfully aware, and jealous of the fact, that you’re [my muse but in French, cos fave term of endearment + ‘my spark’ his ultimate fave, because they always go together for him]

Sylvie: You’re going to dedicate your next one to me

Jake: Solo album? Yeah, I am

Sylvie: [giving blunt but fair assessments of the other band members rn, the takeaway is they aren’t as good as him but we’re not just blanket calling them trash lol]

Jake: Record it as a voice note, and that’s the intro

Sylvie: [do, but being way more extra about how talented he is and he’s the only one you wanna listen to, fully giving groupie because okay you wanna be the star, we see you]

Jake: [telling her to now do it again in French, giving this request in French himself so he can use encore, and as his own voice note so he’s leading by example and it’s like a voice note back and forth convo and he gets to do a genuine stunning French ‘wow’ at the beginning because of how much more extra she was (because the sound of said wow makes me laugh always) + use his daddy voice after throughout and do the hottest hot lol at the end]

Sylvie: [be even more extra in French, being as #toxic as you actually wanna be, like French you is a different bitch lol, soz to these boys, but we’re not thinking about you at all, likewise using all your amusing silly French because it is funny even if you’re being nothing but serious about his hotness and that’s blatant from the tone]

Jake: [telling her, in writing and English this time, ‘I love French you’ as if she is a different bitch and that means he can get away with shamelessly saying ILY here basically, because he can, I’m not counting it and neither is he, because there’s that one word between, we all saw this coming a mile off though, he’s been saying the L word a lot this convo, me and Jake and our loopholes lol lol]

Sylvie: Don’t make me jealous now

Jake: [talk about how you’re jealous of these band boys because of what she said, even though like my boo said it wasn’t about them at all but he’s so into her being #toxic and mad and that was directed at them so, hehe]

Sylvie: [French] I know how to make you jealous, I barely even talked to him

Jake: [French] You know what you did with him

Sylvie: You could’ve stopped me

Jake: 2van tlm [in front of everyone, which she said at the party, I love to steal]

Sylvie: exQzé fo [excuses, it’s necessary]

Jake: Keske… [what/what is, in ref to their first ever convo and his song, even though he knows damn well]

Sylvie: p cpl [because not complicated now baby]

Jake: P blag [because it’s serious ™, no jokes here, done like this to mirror what she just wrote stylistically, always, instead of how he wrote it earlier in the convo when he said it wasn’t one]

Sylvie: You seriously can’t stand it when you force me to give any attention to other guys

Jake: Your full attention’s mine

Sylvie: It should be

Jake: It is, because you are

Sylvie: Are you ready for me?

Jake: [French] You know I am

Sylvie: [French] And you know I need a daddy

Jake: Moi

Sylvie: You’re the only one that even exists to me

Jake: [okay so basically, I was re-reading a bit of the OG party we did of y’all for some reason earlier, to find something idk, and I found this absolute banger of a non-casual thing to say, so I’m gonna steal it for now, but first, to steal from when he told her the unhinged thing about swallowing the pearls, he’s gonna say-]

Jake: Can I tell you another crazy secret?

Sylvie: Always

Jake: When we were younger, my mother used to reassure us my father was looking down, watching with kind, proud eyes, and I’d nod along because I do understand the sentiment… the safety net or baby blanket she was aiming to throw over herself, as well as me and my sister, to comfort and protect the whole family in their different age-appropriate understandings or stages of grief, all that makes sense, but… 

Jake: The truth is, I constantly felt like I was getting the jump on circus skills years ahead of the summer I learnt them IRL; juggling my unanswered questions, miming being reassured by a presence I couldn’t feel, swallowing the guilt and awkwardness like fire or a sword

Jake: I get it now; I feel your eyes on me when they’re closed

Jake: You at my side when you’re [however far away she measured earlier]

Sylvie: Do you feel me kissing you, how I need to

Sylvie: I completely understand what you mean, I’ve felt like that since you noticed me no-showing 

Jake: [French] My guardian angel

Sylvie: That must be why I feel so bad

Sylvie: I should’ve made more of a point about how much your girlfriend sucked, made you listen to me

Jake: I wasn’t ready

Sylvie: You didn’t deserve to be treated like that

Sylvie: it doesn’t mean you had to be with me, it was cowardly of me to bite my tongue about it, for the sake of not looking jealous or crazy

Jake: Shooting the messenger would’ve only made stuff, and us both, feel worse

Sylvie: Yeah, you’re right 

Sylvie: I don’t like feeling like I lied, I’m not a liar, and not to you, even by omission 

Jake: Going forward, we’ve got a clean slate

Sylvie: Nice to meet you

Jake: My pleasure

Sylvie: bi1to [real soon baby]

Jake: @2m1 [see you tomorrow]

Sylvie: [an even earlier time than y’all agreed on]

Jake: [even earlier than that lol because y’all love to one up each other but also couldn’t be more excited to see each other again]

Sylvie: I’ll have to get out of this bath before then

Jake: Ditto

Sylvie: 🥺 but I’m so comfy

Jake: [French] And I don’t want to talk to anyone except you

Sylvie: [French] Pretend this is the only language you speak

Jake: Or I’ve fallen asleep, like earlier

Sylvie: I’ll help you fall asleep again

Sylvie: there’s no deadline now, and nothing your mam or sister can say that’s going to shift your perspective so hugely that you need to hear it today

Jake: [saying in French, ‘but I’ll have wet dreams’ with the energy of her 🥺 because he said earlier he doesn’t wanna cum until their feral antics make him and he meant that, but there’s no controlling the saucy dreams lol, using reve erotique because ejaculation or pollution nocturne is vile and not romantic, soz I’m too lazy to do the accents and grammarly isn’t working rn]

Sylvie: Hmm, well, that is a problem

Sylvie: what are we going to do instead of sleep, then?

Jake: Watch every film we’ve mentioned?

Sylvie: 💡

Sylvie: We should make a list, the places in them we can go, the scenes we can reenact, lines we can steal

Jake: [French] Ladies first

Sylvie: We better start slow; don’t want to get carried away if you have to make it to [the AM when y’all are meeting up]; maybe [one of the tamer/more romantic, less sexy picks]?

Jake: [follow it up with your pick, that you think pairs well for some reason, not just because it’s also tame but for a cinematic reason, you’re those bitches, keep going until y’all have a little list ready back and forth, clearly]

Sylvie: Press play in 3

Jake: 2

Sylvie: 1

Jake: [send her a pic of the first film’s title screen or first frame of whatever, you know what I mean, so she knows you’ve started it as instructed]

Sylvie: When did you first watch this one?

Jake: [ofc don’t hesitate to paint that picture, whenever this was, which is not giving anywhere near as romantic as this, and because y’all aren’t lying to each other he isn’t sugarcoating it to make it sound peak romance just cos this film may be, like it’s giving you had a bad day (though not as bad as today has been at points) and wanted to be cheered up, so it’s a fitting pick from her]

Sylvie: And did your mammy make you soup?

Jake: My sister cooked [whatever comfort meal she did, because your mum works a lot, lest we forget, and this can be pre uni or about to go times for Talia so she was around more]

Sylvie: You’re cute

Sylvie: even if you’re spoiled, can’t blame ‘em

Jake: I reciprocate the nicest gestures

Jake: Before you suggest I’m a one-trick pony, belting out Hebrew on every occasion 

Sylvie: You don’t need to tell me you’re big on reciprocation

Sylvie: somehow you always leave it so I’m the one owing

Jake: [show her the tally marks still on you, because you didn’t wash those off in the bath and you’ve updated them to reflect the feral antics duh]

Sylvie: I don’t need to be in your debt to stay

Sylvie: I’m exactly where I want to be

Jake: [French] And where I want you

Sylvie: [French] Give me the longest leash and watch me stay by your side

Jake: You’d be fulfilling my long-held childhood dream of having a pet

Jake: [French] What animal are you?

Sylvie: What did you want?

Jake: Guess

Sylvie: I’d hate to call you predictable again

Sylvie: but I’m guessing you wanted a dog

Jake: Me and every other kid

Sylvie: Right, me included

Jake: Talia wanted a cat, which is predictable in its own way; now she’s out and proud

Sylvie: Awh

Sylvie: did she win, or did you end up with a compromise hamster? 

Jake: No pets allowed remains a pretty firm rule; you’ll have to stay off leash when you’re over here

Sylvie: Just in your room, got it

Jake: Or I’ll craft an incognito one out of pearls, our secret

Sylvie: As long as the ones you gave me are front and centre

Jake: Are you going to pierce my ear before or after school?

Sylvie: Can you wait all day?

Jake: [French] For anything worth the wait

Sylvie: We should take our time

Sylvie: it’s a big deal

Jake: Be gentle with me, it’s my first time

Sylvie: You’re teasing me

Jake: You’re teasing me

Jake: [repeating in French, his ‘what animal are you?’ question, because he wants an answer lol]

Sylvie: You made me sound like a mosquito, how much I bit you, but I don’t claim that

Sylvie: Am I just saying dog because I want to be your favourite or because that’s how you make me act…

Jake: [the French for a flea, like excuse you get it right that’s the first nickname I gave you]

Jake: But a lot of animals bite, including dogs

Sylvie: See, you already decided

Sylvie: so rude

Jake: No, I called you a dove later

Jake: [French] And I could give you lots of other petnames 

Sylvie: [French] I’m your pet, whatever I am, no further pondering needed

Jake: I badly wish I could stroke you

Jake: [in French, to echo what he said before she joined him on the stairs, ‘come here, you’re miles away’ even though she’s not, technically]

Sylvie: I wish it more

Sylvie: I don’t feel like me when you go

Jake: [showing her that he’s got her baby photo propped up on his chest like she’s watching this film with him, nbd, so casual, letting her know this (and that it’s been there since this film started) because he’s sending her a lil vid of him stroking her hair and baby cheek via this photo]

Sylvie: [French] I feel it

Sylvie: but I’m mad you forgot my photos

Jake: Accidentally on purpose

Sylvie: To make me beg for them

Jake: To make you look at piles of them while I’m looking at you

Sylvie: You’re not allowed

Jake: [French] Why not?

Sylvie: [French] Because you can read my mind, and I’ll be thinking crazy things

Jake: [French] So will I

Sylvie: Oue?

Jake: Ouf ++++++++++++++++ [because the craziest thoughts lbr, he already is atm just having a pic of her]

Sylvie: No judgment, no limits 

Jake: You love how intense I am

Jake: [French] Tell me again

Sylvie: It makes you the only person to exist, in any room

Sylvie: and I want to ditch my new friends and have you monopolise all my time, honestly

Jake: I’m your new friend; they can get in line

Sylvie: You can be my best friend

Jake: They wouldn’t dry your hair by blowing on a strand at a time

Sylvie: They wouldn’t swear to look after me

Sylvie: never mind have the capabilities you do

Jake: It’s an instinct you woke up, and I’m incapable of suppressing

Sylvie: It’s the same instinct that makes me wanna let you cum inside me

Sylvie: like I learnt nothing from today

Jake: We’ve learnt we should hit up a different pharmacy, in case there’s a wanted poster of me on the wall in today’s

Sylvie: And you won’t need to force me, really

Sylvie: [French] They’re just crazy thoughts, you make me crazy

Jake: You’d need to force me to pull out; I can’t promise I’d be capable of it once I’m inside you

Sylvie: I can tell you now, I’m not capable

Sylvie: get used to being attached to me

Jake: [French] Cool, I hate the alternative, please attach yourself to me

Sylvie: [French] Don’t tempt me to attach myself to you for life

Jake: [writing ‘until I’m 83 years old?’ in French because numbers are so extra in it, like he’s offering a chill compromise hehe]

Sylvie: Okay, 83 it is

Jake: My partner in forgivable crimes of passion

Sylvie: You do love explaining everything away to authority figures, how could I deny you the opportunity 

Jake: [French] You can’t, you’re already denying me the opportunity to cum until [whenever they said time wise]

Sylvie: You’re busy

Sylvie: watching [this film] with me on your chest

Jake: [talk about the film scene playing out or one coming up if that’s more !! (despite this being the tamest first film) so she knows you’re still trying to pay attention despite being very distracted by your blue balls lol but also exactly what mood you’re in because of them]

Sylvie: And you’re the one that gave yourself the challenge

Sylvie: I would never, ever tell you not to cum

Jake: [in case there was any doubt whatsoever how feral he feels in this moment lol, reminding her of when they were outside and she was talking like a baby when she was trying to tell him how badly she wanted to touch him in French, like it’s another movie scene he’s describing because it’s playing in his head as vividly, because he has the baby pic of her reminding him and because he wants to touch himself that much as when she said fuck it and did then, but also he only wants to cum via oral as much, which is giving when she went on to talk about how much she wanted him inside of her with her baby babble, join him in flashback central he says]

Jake: Are you telling me you don’t want me to be this desperate to when I’m in your mouth?

Sylvie: I need that more than anything

Sylvie: more than you think you need to cum right now

Jake: [again ref-ing those scenes when he says ‘I need you to swallow every drop I’ve saved for you more, to empty me again’ because we all remember when he said that, all in French, like it was then]

Sylvie: Of course I will, it’s all for me

Sylvie: I’m going to be starving for you by [this AM time]

Jake: [borrowing when she said ‘anticipation’ earlier in the convo and they talked about how good it is, doing his in French though, even if it’s the same word cos idk actually]

Sylvie: Don’t be gentle with me just because it’s my first time

Sylvie: the payoff has to be as violent as the waiting is

Jake: It will be

Jake: [and comparing how explosively he’s gonna cum to something cinematically dramatic, whether that’s a film, book, song, we know the vibes]

Sylvie: I love the way you look when it happens

Sylvie: like you’re in pain, then total loss of control and then pure bliss

Jake: I love your concentration, doing it to me

Jake: You don’t pretend it’s effortless, and/or inevitable no matter what, you’re committed

Sylvie: It isn’t, not the way you do it for me

Sylvie: that’s the difference between how you make me feel and any other lad I’ve tried to do anything with, I could go through the motions; it might be okay, but

Sylvie: [French] There’s no comparison

Jake: We keep agreeing, but there isn’t, between you and her

Jake: Or you and any other girl I’ve had a crush on

Sylvie: Shh, you just wanna cum

Jake: Nn

Jake: I need to, but not yet

Sylvie: Not until my mouth is full

Sylvie: I practised really hard, I have to show you

Jake: [show her that you’re rewatching all that banana content with the film on pause so she knows to pause hers too so y’all are in the same place, because he can’t help himself]

Sylvie: My lips look insane

Sylvie: and my eyes

Jake: They are

Jake: [telling her to recreate a particular moment he’s enjoying rewatching with her tv remote because they both have one to hand atm, it’s an obvious choice cos RIP to that banana he had her bite]

Sylvie: [doing it, and struggling more because it’s more rigid and wide than the banana would be, probably, making the #struggle part of it though, obvs]

Jake: [so genuinely about to write ILY that he has to as genuinely drop his phone into his lap for a sec, which would hurt under these blue balls conditions, to stop himself, we’ll pretend the … she’s seeing is just him speechless, not a lie, eventually, after the pause ™, writing her name, which is giving how he said it at the venue the first time, all hoarse and !!, same energy being portrayed here, she’ll know]

Sylvie: Your name feels sacred

Jake: Who chose yours?

Sylvie: I don’t actually know

Sylvie: for writing a whole book about it, there’s very limited information on me and my childhood in there

Sylvie: What about you?

Jake: Well, Sylvie suits you, whoever did

Jake: French you and Irish you

Jake: My mother chose mine, and my father chose my sister’s; she’d swear under oath that they were subverting gender norms of standard baby naming conventions or something

Jake: I suspect favouritism for the eldest daughter, to balance out [his mum’s name]’s for her youngest son

Jake: That, or he secretly liked Talia best, from the beginning, irrespective of birth order

Sylvie: I’m not mad at it, whichever one of them picked it, I’m usually the only one, no confusion, easy to say…

Sylvie: Yours suits you too; you can be Jacob when you’re being your serious self and Jake when you’re being a nerd 

Sylvie: Why do you think that?

Jake: Why wouldn’t he? They’re the most alike

Sylvie: I don’t know if he knew that the second you were born, respectively 

Sylvie: more in common doesn’t mean more love

Jake: Having a child is an exercise in ego, reading between the lines of your mother’s garbage book

Jake: Even the most well-intentioned people do it to pass parts of themselves down, their name, personality traits or appearance, right?

Sylvie: Watching [this film which is giving peak romance idealism obvs] has made you feel this cynical? 

Sylvie: [the director] will be rolling in their grave

Jake: You’d roll your eyes at me, dare I admit missing you has

Sylvie: [French] You wish

Sylvie: I think that’s part of it, but it’s arguably as big a part to most people to want to give and receive a level of love otherwise denied to them; there’s meant to be no one you love more than your own children

Jake: That’s true, looking at your picture, I couldn’t love my baby more

Sylvie: Jake

Jake: How innocent she is would have [this director] returning from the grave to cast little you in a scene-stealing role

Jake: [in French, ‘I love her’ again as if baby Sylvie like French Sylvie is a different person]

Sylvie: [French] Is that what you love about her most?

Jake: I couldn’t pick a favourite, she’s perfect

Sylvie: [French] You’re so good with her

Jake: GspR b1 [we see you using text speak to try and downplay how much you hope so sir]

Sylvie: I promise

Sylvie: You’re the most important person in her life

Jake: I promise I won’t let her down

Sylvie: I know, I know you mean it

Jake: [French] She deserves the world

Sylvie: You deserve everything I’m going to give you for loving her so well

Jake: Give me [whatever romantic scenario is happening in this film rn because he do want peak romance and idealism and not to be a cynic ever thank you]

Sylvie: If that’s what you want

Sylvie: [French] Anything

Jake: [French] You and me

Sylvie: You’ve got me

Jake: For [however many until he’s 83] years

Sylvie: I’ll never miss another birthday

Jake: I’ll blow your fringe out of your eyes and wish on you

Jake: [new French petname drop, ‘my candle’ this time]

Sylvie: And I’ll make your wishes come true

Sylvie: you’re going to be a famous singer-songwriter, what else do you want?

Jake: [take a sec to really discuss your Paris dreams cos y’all haven’t in depth yet, aka where you’d wanna live, what kind of house or apartment or whatever, in which part of the city and what you want views of, if you’re famous and money and reality is no object, obvs, cos despite what he said earlier being extra af about her Paris, he does still have many a daydream about the actual city]

Sylvie: We’ll not need anything else

Jake: You and [any instruments he can’t afford currently and a fantasy dj set up for this gal]

Sylvie: I’ll let you have a real puppy too

Jake: I don’t know that I’d cope with your puppy eyes

Jake: You’d get jealous

Sylvie: You love making me jealous

Jake: That’s what you love doing to me

Sylvie: I won’t deny it

Jake: I’ve never intentionally done it to you

Sylvie: Try it, see what you think

Jake: I did, after you asked for it with [the girl he had a crush on they talked about]

Sylvie: We started arguing

Jake: Yeah

Sylvie: Not about her

Jake: Are we going to argue about arguing?

Sylvie: Maybe

Jake: [steal the way she’s sassily wrote maybe in French text speak before]

Sylvie: That party sucked

Jake: There were highs and lows

Sylvie: I had every right to sleep with Bobby, or [pub boy]

Jake: Don’t say that; it sounds and feels wrong

Sylvie: It is, but it’s still true

Sylvie: you did it

Jake: That wasn’t about you

Sylvie: That’s not the point

Jake: I didn’t do it to point-score; you would be trying to by sleeping with Bobby or [pub boy], because you don’t have feelings for them

Sylvie: I’m not going to do it, I couldn’t

Jake: I couldn’t kiss or touch a random party attendee either

Sylvie: Right

Jake: [French] Why are we fighting?

Sylvie: Because it’s not fair

Jake: I know

Jake: [French] But it’s in the past; she is

Sylvie: Yesterday

Sylvie: you’re no more over it than I am

Jake: I’ve shown and told you how sorry I am today

Sylvie: Yes, you have

Jake: [French] And you’re still annoyed [the word they always use in text speak being used here]

Sylvie: I’m confused

Jake: What’s confusing?

Sylvie: What am I even doing

Jake: What does that mean?

Sylvie: How do I know this isn’t point-scoring for you two

Jake: [French] You know me better than that

Sylvie: That’s the logical conclusion, if I was smart, I’d see the pattern

Jake: Logical?

Sylvie: You do this all the time, break up and make up, right?

Jake: Are you seriously going to make me rehash everything that happened to underline why this is messed up and different?

Jake: I’m barely holding it together

Sylvie: No, don’t

Sylvie: I’m not asking you to do that

Jake: I don’t understand what you’re asking for or where the switch-up came from

Jake: [French] We were talking about Paris, and then… 

Sylvie: You can’t turn off your feelings

Jake: I have to; Mona didn’t give me a choice

Sylvie: It isn’t that simple

Jake: She’s shown her true colours, and I can’t be with somebody like her

Sylvie: You still need to process it

Jake: I am

Jake: I will

Sylvie: You don’t need to rush

Jake: So why does it seem like you’re pushing me into a corner to go and process?

Sylvie: I’m not, you don’t want to deal with it, understandably, so you’re putting it off here with me

Jake: Great, make me sound like I’m using you

Sylvie: You can say it back, I’m using you to not think about the Bobby stuff

Jake: No, you’re twisting everything into negatives

Sylvie: I’m not saying it’s true, just that acting like these things are completely unrelated isn’t either

Jake: I can see what you’re doing, all the benefits of running without leaving your couch

Jake: Stop ruining it

Sylvie: I’m ruining it, because I’m trying to have an honest conversation?

Jake: You’re accusing me of playing some sick game with my ex that has you at the center

Sylvie: Now I’m an ego-maniac too, wow

Jake: I have no idea what you’re trying to achieve, other than keeping me at arm’s length suddenly

Jake: What did I say to trigger you this time?

Sylvie: I’m not triggered, Jesus

Jake: Be honest, that’s what this conversation is supposed to be

Sylvie: You have so much experience, I don’t mean sexually but with relationships in general

Jake: Not with you

Jake: Us navigating this together is as new an experience for me as you

Sylvie: I don’t even know who named me

Sylvie: I’m like one of those sea turtles whose first steps are alone across the expanse of the beach and into the ocean, and you’re 

Sylvie: I don’t know, a beloved pack animal that stays together their whole lives

Jake: You don’t have to know every answer to every question; this isn’t [a lesson you share where the teacher expects that and is always giving surprise tests, those vibes]

Sylvie: I wish I did

Jake: We’re compatible where it counts, aren’t we?

Sylvie: You’re the one asking now

Jake: You to believe me

Sylvie: I’ve not lied once, when I told you I’ve never felt this close or connected to someone

Sylvie: but is that just because of my sad background

Jake: We’ve both got sad stuff in our backgrounds, because everyone does

Jake: My dad’s bench is only getting the credit it’s due for bringing us closer

Sylvie: I wasn’t implying absentee parents made me unique or anything

Sylvie: you pointed it out, your ex has her own daddy issues

Jake: I’m not diminishing what you’ve been through with your parents; it sucks 

Jake: But a slight coincidence doesn’t make you my type; I don’t spend my free days on the hunt for neglected girls like you’re implying

Sylvie: I know I’m not your type

Sylvie: and I wasn’t implying that, at all

Jake: Nptk [because it means whatever but also nonsense, fitting]

Sylvie: Do you want me to say that’s what I think you’re doing?

Jake: Why the hell would I?

Sylvie: Then we’d have something substantial to argue about

Jake: Who said I wanted to argue with you?

Sylvie: Because you find me so frustrating 

Jake: I find your swerves impossible to follow

Sylvie: I’m not doing it to be more appealing

Jake: I’m not flirting

Sylvie: I’m not stupid, Jake

Jake: [French] I’m tired

Sylvie: We don’t have to do this right now

Sylvie: [French] I’m serious

Jake: [French] You’re giving me a headache

Sylvie: Go get some rest, forget about this, okay

Sylvie: I might not be but this is dumb

Jake: How am I meant to sleep this off?

Sylvie: Nothing has changed here

Jake: [French] You’re so confusing

Sylvie: JC [because boy do we know]

Sylvie: I swear, it’s alright, you don’t need to add this to your pile

Jake: Jv [for I’m going, and because it kinda matches her JC, written like that]

Sylvie: Alright

Sylvie: sleep well, talk later

Jake: Mr6 [thanks, because he absolutely will not, not only because it’s a seizure coming over the hill symptom, like his headache, like his confusion and #moods]

Jake: Bsr [for good evening, because they were having one lol but now they aren’t, also never gonna be a goodbye even when they are beefing]

Sylvie: Jenémar, DSL [I’m sick of it, I’m sorry]

Jake: [hitting her with a ‘me too’, in English, not elaborating if he means he’s also sick of it or also soz or both]

Sylvie: [French] I’ll keep trying, and I still like you

Jake: [French] Keep trying to what…?

Sylvie: Get better at this

Jake: Okay, same

Sylvie: That should count for something, right

Jake: [French] I like you a lot

Jake: That should count for something

Sylvie: [French] It does

Jake: Jsp [I don’t know]

Sylvie: Don’t

Jake: Svp [please, her version of]

Sylvie: Stp [his version]

Jake: X [for all the reasons, it’s believe, it’s a kiss, it’s a reminder of earlier happier times, it’s a ttfn of sorts without being the dreaded goodbye, it’s him being stuck here on the x like he was stood on the line outside, until they pick up where they left off, everything in a single letter]

Sylvie: [react to this message with the X emoji, like you can, so it’s not technically a reply and he can go, but is because you agree with that sentiment] 

Jake: [do red heart emojis underneath because you never do emojis but you’ve drawn so many sharpie hearts on her today, do 3 like the xxxs you’ve done before when you mean kisses and the … on her lip you turned into hearts, we see you not wanting to go and wanting to acknowledge her reaction, despite feeling like pure shit with this  genuine headache] 

Jake: ❤️❤️❤️

Sylvie: [tell him your best headache remedy, like you’re simply trying to be helpful but you also don’t wanna go/say a goodbye]

Jake: [react with the 😇 because she’s being guardian angel coded again trying to take care of you even though you don’t feel like you deserve it because the girls have been fighting]

Sylvie: ☁️☁️☁️

Sylvie: I’ll make room, and we can keep running more hot water until someone bangs on this door and tells me to get out

Jake: I’ll wash your hair for you

Sylvie: [French] I can feel your fingers, how do you do that?

Jake: [French] You started it; I can feel yours, and you haven’t touched me since we were outside

Sylvie: I’m not touching myself again

Sylvie: well, I’m going to try to wait, to only let you

Jake: I won’t go on a power trip to make you, just because I easily could

Sylvie: You couldn’t

Sylvie: the fact you can’t keep your hands off me is my favourite thing about you

Jake: Your favourite thing about me is something you benefit from, and you thought you weren’t my type?

Sylvie: I’m not using you; I’m letting you use me

Jake: I’m kidding, you’re not a bitch

Sylvie: I don’t care about being called one; it’s just not my whole personality

Jake: Annoying vegan isn’t mine; I happen to collect fruit stickers, totally separate from that, and now you know why

Sylvie: We’re not talking about you; we’re talking about your type, for some reason

Jake: [French] No, we’re talking about your favourite things about me

Jake: Keep going

Sylvie: Nice save

Sylvie: it’s pretty fun to argue with you, if we’re going back to the topic 

Jake: I’d argue it’s much more fun to use you, since you brought up the topic of letting me

Sylvie: I don’t want to fight the case for disagreeing there

Sylvie: but I can act if you want to

Jake: [give her a hot scene to act out, whether it’s one y’all have already discussed or brand new, like, okay if you wanna be an actress, I shall direct you]

Sylvie: [doing it without hesitation, obvs, because not shy]

Sylvie: You can give me notes on this performance first

Jake: [do give her very detailed feedback obvs]

Sylvie: Do you miss acting at all?

Jake: Sometimes

Sylvie: Were you good?

Sylvie: Like, you’re genuinely a good musician and dancer

Jake: When you hang at my place, and get to take your pick of every recorded school play, give me your notes

Sylvie: If I’m not distracted by how cute you were

Sylvie: when am I invited?

Jake: [consult the family calendar and pick a day when your mom and sister are both busy because they’re a lot and don’t need to be in the way of this first ever hang at the gaff]?

Sylvie: Cool

Jake: There’s your chance to look through my mother’s stacks of family albums while you’re at it

Sylvie: I think I’m owed it; I can’t Google you and your family as easily

Jake: My dad’s available to Google, providing you’re searching for bedtime reading in the form of academic papers on [whatever this diva was interested in] exclusively

Sylvie: Would that be cool?

Jake: He’d think so

Sylvie: It sounds interesting, even if it goes over my head for the most part

Jake: No big deal, his profound [whatever they’re about] insights sail straight over mine the boatload of times I’ve tried getting to grips with his work, despite Talia’s extensive bonus commentary 

Jake: I’ve been officially written off as a lost cause for ages, eureka moment denied

Sylvie: She probably remembers more of what he told you when you were little

Sylvie: and I bet you do better than I do with rugby

Jake: She’s a self-confessed expert

Jake: [and tell her what your sister is already studying/about to be, we’re not sure timeline wise, because it’s giving similar, obviously]

Jake: [French] As you already learned in class, my favourite sports are basketball and soccer, so it’s fine, don’t tell your dad, that’s all

Sylvie: It’s cool, for her to share the passion

Sylvie: but it’s cool if you don’t exactly too, parents are meant to want us to find our own paths, whatever they look like, right

Sylvie: [French] And here was me thinking you just picked easy words to say

Jake: [French] I can’t decide which is more hurtful, being labelled a cheater romantically, or this…

Sylvie: [French] I apologise, sir

Sylvie: I’m not saying I thought you were as bad as [the worst person in your class, soz to this diva]

Jake: [French] But you mentally pictured me taking the lazy route

Sylvie: I can tell this offended you more than being called a cheater

Jake: I’m guilty of that; there’s no point getting offended

Sylvie: I soon realised how studious you are, don’t worry

Jake: Kom? [for how, jokingly because it was obvious when y’all started doing this text speak that you’re both French nerds]

Sylvie: I’d never got to use it before, just searched it out online

Sylvie: it’s becoming a joke how many firsts you’re getting

Jake: Me either

Jake: I’m stoked there are firsts left for you, more than I would’ve guessed

Sylvie: I know it’s not my business

Sylvie: but why had you only practised? It’s only just occurred to me

Jake: Losing control freaks Mona out

Sylvie: I see

Sylvie: I mean, it checks out in an oversimplistic sort of way; the logic isn’t truly sound

Jake: After today, her logic not being truly sound is a given

Sylvie: Her loss, in every way

Sylvie: it’s reciprocal, if you do it right, or if you want to, you can just sit on someone’s face ‘til they make you cum, it’s not inherently submissive

Jake: My gain, in every way

Jake: [French] I can’t find words in any language for how happy I am it was you

Sylvie: ++++++++ [like I’m happier]

Sylvie: I think about losing my virginity to you constantly, it makes me feel so… just so

Sylvie: that you’ll have it forever, that you’ll be my first and the story I have for the rest of my life, no matter what

Jake: ++++++++ [like he thinks about it even more and he’s even more !! about it]

Jake: I wish I could lose mine to you, instead of having this cautionary tale

Sylvie: That must feel weird, now everything with her does

Sylvie: but technically, yours is even more of a construct, if you want it to be 

Jake: If I started unpacking everything, I’d spiral

Sylvie: [French] Don’t yet, let me distract you

Sylvie: there’ll be no comparison, and no words, for how changed you feel by being inside me, I promise

Jake: There isn’t, for how inside you I’ve been

Sylvie: I’m made for you, no one else

Sylvie: I want you inside me in every way, ways that we’re going to have to invent

Jake: [ofc take this opportunity to draw another artsy af sketch in her mum’s book that almost looks like a puzzle or optical illusion because it’s so abstract and giving all the ways y’all can fit together as if y’all are shapes, in different colours for different ways, just #art while his bath runs]

Sylvie: We’ll never be done; there’ll always be more ways and firsts to discover together, I know it

Jake: [turn her mum’s book dedication (which is probs to her publisher, self or ‘mothers’ lol, into a dedication to this gal (who deserves one) that says exactly that sentiment because you love it as much as you love defacing this book lol]

Sylvie: [audio of her moaning his name like he’s between her legs again, but she just desperately wishes he was because not touching herself is torture atp lol]

Jake: [no hesitation in sending her a voice note using his best daddy voice and the stunning bathroom acoustics, because get in this bath before you forget about it completely please sir, telling her how to because then it doesn’t count as her doing it, a cheat once again, but for the greater good, 10000% getting the banana involved also so that it doesn’t count as her doing it, but not going as far as her losing her v plates to the banana instead haha, don’t worry everyone]

Sylvie: [send him video (that she clearly took earlier, probs before y’all started arguing, when she was in the zone then, of her smacking herself in various suggestive ways with this banana, aka all on her tongue and then either cheek and resting it on her forehead/nose so she’s going crosseyed trying to maintain the EYE CONTACT she has been (you get the vibes, very much when I go down on you please recreate all this)

Sylvie: [sending one that’s in the now and in her own bath, trailing it down her body, stopping to tap it at the base of her throat where he did that lovebite moment, then her boobs and stomach and stopping the vid as she gets to her foof]

Jake: [write Tb1 aka good girl code on your mirror in the steam because I can’t remember how many bathrooms are in his sims house so if you have to be sharing one, nobody needs to see you being a heathen ever thanks, but especially not today, xoxo after it but the os are lil hearts, obvs, in this artsy af pic she can see his heart eyes and how proud daddy he looks after receiving all that content but nothing else]

Sylvie: Oh, God

Sylvie: I can’t wait for you to cum on my face and write that again

Jake: Until then, tricking myself into feeling less frustrated at being forced compromise, again, by writing your name in it all over this bathroom won’t seem so bad

Sylvie: Yes, when you said it, all mad at me

Sylvie: I could’ve ran to your door, I wish I had

Jake: I couldn’t run anywhere; even fighting with you is an incomparable turn on

Sylvie: I’ll run to you, tail between my legs when necessary 

Jake: [saying ‘run that banana over your body again’ in French to use encore, their fave word to mean both again and more, obvs because simply must, adding ‘between your legs when necessary’ because she phrased it like that and put the thought there]

Sylvie: [do just that, the when necessary being OFTEN, only being able to tease yourself for so long before having to give yourself the slight relief, GASPING every time in a way that couldn’t be more real and obviously not acting, not trying to give him the most vivid angle, it’s giving sneak peeks because the camera is not the focus here and now]

Jake: [replying with audio of him moaning her name like she did his, background splashing because he cannot stay still in this bath, he isn’t touching himself (yet at least) but his body is shamelessly trying to do everything the banana is rn so sincerely, as if he can]

Sylvie: 🔁 

Sylvie: You’re better than [the film she said she touched herself to]

Jake: Do you feel me?

Sylvie: [French] Always

Jake: [French] Forever

Sylvie: I can feel like this about you for the rest of my life, easily

Sylvie: turning it off is what’s impossible

Jake: Stay on for me

Jake: [French] Like this tap

Jake: [send her unnecessary but very necessary audio of how hard this tap is running so there’s no confusion, plus bonus !! SOUNDS of him in the background, still writhing around and making so much noise about it, artfully muffled by the water being almost as equally dramatic as this boy]

Sylvie: Don’t drown; that’s meant to be me

Sylvie: [turning her own tap on in a lil clip because you could use that in saucy ways if you wanted, putting that thought into his head]

Jake: [send a lil clip back of you lowkey waterboarding yourself but in a hot way because of course he has to do the most with his mouth and this tap + the absolute jet of water coming out of it, as a stand-in for her]

Sylvie: I miss your mouth

Sylvie: too much now, you need two, so I can keep kissing you no matter what

Jake: [French] I miss you, this isn’t the same no matter what I do

Sylvie: You can see me sooner this time

Jake: [whenever you’ll next see each other, whether that’s at school tomorrow or what]

Sylvie: but see me properly, not trying to ignore me

Jake: [write her a set of stage directions and script for how this meet cute is gonna go, channel your theatre kid days haha, but be peak romance with it in a way your school plays never were]

Sylvie: Oue? [because it is peak seriousness]

Jake: Yeah, memorise it

Sylvie: Every word

Sylvie: and you really can come to me, if tomorrow sucks

Jake: Meaning tomorrow can’t suck

Sylvie: I’m just a bit worried, if things are weird with Bobby

Jake: I’d have a word with him, seriously

Jake: [French] None of my gestures are empty, I’m too full of you

Sylvie: I can’t think straight, which is your fault, but I’m not mad about it

Sylvie: maybe it’d help, or maybe he’d have no idea what I’m talking about, and I’d look so up my own hole or like I want it to happen

Jake: We don’t need to grant that kinda stuff brain space right now

Jake: Sleep on it

Sylvie: I’m trying not to; it’s dumb

Sylvie: all I want to think about is this, you

Jake: [stealing her ‘let me distract you’ from earlier, but saying his in English instead]

Sylvie: Okay, distract me

Jake: [be very distracting in your instructions of what she should do, because using that running tap or the showerhead doesn’t count as touching herself either technically]

Sylvie: 3 b1 [for very good because okay, that’s distracting, well done]

Jake: Bcp? [for a lot, hehe because he knew it would be]

Sylvie: Perhaps we don’t go to school tomorrow

Sylvie: and I can invite you in further than the kitchen, you can do all this to me yourself, practically a science experiment 

Jake: OQP h24 [because they’re busy 24/7 soz everyone]

Sylvie: 2 m1 aprnds Davtg [as one she has shoddily made up aka I have lmao, meaning you’re teaching me more because fuck school rn]

Jake: Tt ce dont tas bz [everything that you need, bodged by me]

Sylvie: Exactement 

Sylvie: I’d let you homeschool me, mould me into your perfect girl

Jake: You are my perfect girl

Sylvie: That’s what will make me blush, out of everything said and done today

Jake: [saying ‘that and my film star’, the term of endearment being in French as it OG was, but the rest in English, because she showed him she was blushing when he said that earlier, and he has NOT forgotten]

Sylvie: I didn’t want to sound like I was demanding we make a graphic hardcore sex tape…

Sylvie: though I am asking nicely, blush included 

Jake: Say please and I will

Sylvie: [audio because you’re still at it with the antics he told you to do, thus the water is loud as hell, and you’re !! out of breath feral when you do say it, multiple times in French and English]

Jake: [French] How could I refuse?

Sylvie: I know you want to watch it years from now and feel every thrust as real as it was then, just like I do

Jake: My second bar mitzvah is really just a flimsy excuse for a screening

Sylvie: Fuck

Sylvie: I’ll let you upload the first one that isn’t technically illegal, like I let you touch me however you want, wherever we are

Jake: When you DJ [somewhere really cool and aspirational for the future], promise to project every scene behind you

Sylvie: I’ll think I’ve actually died and gone to heaven

Sylvie: I already know I’m going to make endless tracks about it, I need to make music that makes us as horny as my song made us on [gig night]

Jake: The sounds you make are going to be music to my ears

Jake: [French] Especially the first one

Sylvie: I feel genuinely hysterical when I picture you pushing yourself all the way inside of me, I could cry

Sylvie: wherever we are, however alone, I’m going to be too loud, even the best-trained pornstar could never

Jake: [calling her ‘my porn star’ in French, as a term of endearment and one-up from film star earlier, using actrice or star du x because x also has such meaning for them, simply must]

Sylvie: 🤩🤩🤩

Sylvie: I get to be toxic, tell you you aren’t allowed to touch yourself unless you’re watching me

Jake: Tell me

Sylvie: Every single part of you belongs to me; you don’t even think about other girls

Sylvie: I will give you everything you need, too, papa

Jake: [French] Where are we when I fuck you?

Sylvie: Yours

Sylvie: I don’t know why, or if this is a messed-up thing to say, but it matters to me that it’s somewhere your dad has been, I

Sylvie: [French] I can’t explain why

Jake: You don’t need to explain; I would’ve done it on the bench if we had more privacy

Jake: I badly wanted to

Sylvie: Moi aussi

Sylvie: we have, many times in my head, but no one ever stops us there the way they sadly would in the real world

Jake: [French] Maybe if we went there at [and saying different o clocks that are insane, like nobody should be around]

Sylvie: We will, when we’ve had our first time, no interruptions

Sylvie: then if it happens, it won’t be quite as devastating

Sylvie: though, I’ll still need so much cheering up

Jake: [telling her where their first time is going to happen instead, giving somewhere especially dad feelsy in the gaff, I can’t remember your house but we know the vibes, it’s giving he’s gonna fuck her on a desk or bookcase ladder, something academic, or like, in front of a fish tank if that was his thing as in sims, very romeo + juliet coded]

Sylvie: He’s going to be even more proud of you

Sylvie: and I’m going to die, every time you fuck me

Sylvie: we could go to Trinity too; students do that all the time, I’ll find a way to be quieter

Jake: Put your hand over your mouth and scream, we should test how loud it is

Sylvie: [do with no hesitation, you’re not gonna be able to do it as hard as someone else could to you but make your best attempt, covering her nose too]

Sylvie: You’ll do it better, but that wasn’t so bad, they’d be being nosy, honestly, come looking for that

Jake: 3 b1 [stolen from her because he thought it was a very good attempt and he will be using that audio creatively when he’s song writing again, a good possible title tbh]

Sylvie: My da has this big trophy display, right as you walk in our front door, just in case someone thought they’d the wrong house

Sylvie: will you fuck me there, with the door unlocked?

Jake: Can you fit inside?

Sylvie: Now I need to try

Jake: I bet I could make you

Sylvie: You can wear his winning jersey

Jake: What number?

Sylvie: [tell him, idk how rugby numbers work and what team this was or whatever, but you know]

Jake: [neither do I, but regardless I know this lover boy can attach some significance to it in a niche ref to y’all, like a date of an event or something, like how 13 is special cos of the earrings she got for her 13th and his first bar mitzvah and 83 is now cos of his second one, just be peak romance and specific so you look like a stalker again cos she loves it, like in the OG when he remembered what she was wearing to a gig they were both at before they really knew each other but on steroids, we know the vibes]

Sylvie: It’s yours, like I am

Sylvie: don’t tell him

Jake: Your secret’s safe, like I know mine are

Jake: And my baby pictures

Sylvie: Completely safe 😇

Sylvie: but, she does have hundreds and hundreds; I can have a few, it’s only fair

Jake: You’re giving her treasured casserole dish back, you literally are an angel

Jake: [French] My angel

Jake: [send her a sneak preview because I know your mum has pictures of you and your sister in every room of this house, she’s just that bitch, so we can say it’s true of the bathroom too, it’s giving baby bath pics]

Sylvie: I’ll even wash it

Sylvie: not in this bath, though when I’m giving back something just for you…

Sylvie: Stop it, immediately 😭

Jake: You did, with your tongue

Jake: Which leaves me desperate to go over it with mine, the second you’ve returned it

Sylvie: That doesn’t surprise me

Sylvie: and you look so innocent in those pictures

Jake: I was

Jake: [French] It was a different time

Sylvie: [French] You should be smoking whilst you say something like that

Jake: [hit your new rechargeable vape, shoutout again, because she still has his cigs I fear and he’s not bold enough to do that in the house, maybe in sick kid era when he gives less fucks, but for now, that’s as rebel as he’s being, send her the #content because you still look hot doing it and lest we forget he picked a vape flavour he thought she’d like so he’ll get to be reminded of that loved up gesture and her, artistically blow the smoke at the photo of your baby self who is playing with bubbles, it’s cinema]

Sylvie: [my boo says we better not set off a smoke alarm too, y’all are already being nuisances lol, but he does look hot and it is giving her MANY emotions, including thinking he’s so fucking cute as a baby that she wants one, because hormones love to have you like that, keep that one to yourself diva lmao, just send back a silly vid of you fake smoking with this banana like it’s a cigar]

Jake: [truly, he’s already half flooded this bathroom pissing about as is, anyway, send her a voice note of OTT french compliments about hot she is, as if you’re just being silly back but we know you’re not, the tone is serious ™ ]

Sylvie: [take some pop-arty pictures of yourself and this banana like, okay, if you liked that, you’ll love this, just vibing, even though you’re in the bath, so you shouldn’t be feeling like you look so slay, but you always do when you’re with/talking to him]

Jake: [he do love this and he’ll be typing out ‘I love them’ only to delete it because he almost wrote ILY and instead quickly distracting himself (as has been the vibe of today) by giving each of these pics album title and/or art gallery title names and nerding about them, having much fun, including telling her how else to pose, which isn’t as saucy as that sounds, but genuinely just in a pop arty way too]

Sylvie: [I nearly said ILY too when I was talking about the baby pics and having some, I say, slow your horses, lady, but it so nearly came out I’m saying it’s in character and was an OOP moment there tehe x but absolutely take these photos because always down for more directing moments]

Jake: [in the spirit of pissing about and being very in love rn, I’m gonna say he’s currently trying to recreate his baby bath pic for her, best he can, sassy pose, bubble mohawk probs, adorable facial expression and all, soz Talia because he will be creating a shit ton of bubbles with hippie eco bath stuff I know is yours, but he needs to send her this, you’re a lesbian I know you understand the urge]

Sylvie: [my boo being as chaotic as this boy because she knows he’s making her broody by being a cute bub and a silly hot fool now, learning from winola gay, I fear]

Sylvie: I’ll keep that forever, maybe in my bathroom at home, less questions will be asked then

Jake: Help me imagine your bathroom at home as though we’re for real there together

Sylvie: [tell him, because it is cool, and from a horny perspective, (always), it’s a massive bath, it’s open plan into her bedroom, and there are ALL the windows throughout, as we know, so yeah, you can be descriptive without feeling as if you’re bragging about it]

Jake: [meanwhile this boy can be horny on main about the kind of photoshoot they could be having rn and how he’d be directing her to pose knowing all this info, it’s the mood y’all wanna be in today when you’re avoiding the drama that’s occurred and awaits so it tracks]

Sylvie: I don’t think it crossed their minds they’d gifted me an insane shag pad, just smoothed over when [Dua] moved in with us, I think

Sylvie: we should go back there soon, really, if you want to

Jake: I’d love to 

Sylvie: I’d love to have you there

Sylvie: not just in [the aforementioned places you’ve said you’re gonna bang and be general heathens lol]

Jake: Will you show me around what’s cool in your hometown? 

Sylvie: [French] It’s no Paris, but challenge accepted, Cohen

Sylvie: I’ll make you love it

Sylvie: [tell him the cool shit you did when you lived there and your fave old haunts]

Jake: You’re Paris

Jake: [French] I have everything I love about the city as long as I have you with me, why wouldn’t that be true of anywhere we visit?

Sylvie: Tg [shut up, but obviously with the greatest affection because we can’t handle this, feeling BIG feelings on this day lol]

Jake: Nn t [no, you are]

Jake: My city of light and love

Sylvie: AC2MR [changing the no more hate/enough hate to love there, because got to hide in text speak when you’ve already nearly said ILY in this conversation] 

Jake: [send her a pic of you with your hand over your mouth like okay I’ll stfu but it was only a sec ago you were having her test out putting hers there and screaming so we know what you’re saying]

Sylvie: That only highlights how much I love looking into your eyes

Jake: Cmb? [how much?]

Sylvie: Encore ++++++++ [THAT much]

Jake: [send her an eyes close up pic because you do have nice ones, give you that]

Sylvie: [picking out the colour(s) therein and drawing lil hearts all over this picture, as is y’alls thing (one of)]

Sylvie: They melt me

Jake: [French] After you get out of the bath, draw me

Sylvie: Try and stop me

Sylvie: [French] The crush is growing, if anything, not going away

Jake: [French] Good, don’t go

Sylvie: [French] Nowhere without you

Jake: [French] But with me, everywhere

Sylvie: I walk into a class with you, and immediately the air is different

Sylvie: like I didn’t realise I was holding my breath, waiting to be with you again

Jake: Walk to school with me

Sylvie: Oh

Sylvie: we could, couldn’t we

Jake: If we have to go, that’s the only way I am

Jake: Seeing you first, before anything or anyone else

Sylvie: It feels so American

Sylvie: like you taking my books for me

Jake: [take this opportunity to be a nerd about American films and books and music for a sec, making comparisons therein, whether that’s a film star she looks like or iconic scenes and lyrics, all of the above probably, we know the vibes]

Sylvie: [join in, with those classic romcom tropes because that is what it’s reminding you of in the best way]

Jake: [do your thing of hitting her with some lyrics of your own this has inspired, as if you’re just making a note here because your desk is far away when your phone exists, we know the truth is you just wanted to serenade her with these bathroom acoustics again]

Sylvie: Okay, lure me to my death

Sylvie: I don’t mind

Jake: I don’t mind how many times you die, but come back to life

Jake: Tjs [always]

Sylvie: I’m sticking around, I can promise you that

Sylvie: I knew pretty immediately that you’re the reason I’m here, to meet you

Jake: [hit her with the moment you’re saying you knew y’all were #fated, which is giving a very lowkey scenario for the highkey emotions y’all have about it, sometime before she tried to ditch the friend group, but not y’alls first encounter]

Sylvie: What did you think, when I didn’t want to hang out anymore

Sylvie: like, did you think I was jealous, or just a total bitch?

Jake: You could read me like a book and weren’t a fan of the pages you’d been assigned

Jake: I felt sure I had to have done something wrong, made you uncomfortable thanks to my oh-so-blatant crush

Sylvie: But it wasn’t you

Sylvie: well, you were the smallest %, insane as that is to say now when your friends could be the worst people in the world and I wouldn’t give a fuck

Jake: I couldn’t hide any % of my interest in you, on the other hand, you had no problem playing it close to your chest, or putting on an awesome show of that, at least 

Jake: [French] You honestly didn’t appear to give a fuck, [comparing her to a suitably slay actress, because it’s giving film star energy, and pet name but more specific]

Sylvie: You did a suitable enough job

Sylvie: and there’s no double meaning there, even if I thought you might find me attractive, I didn’t think you would do anything about it, given how loved up you appeared

Jake: The theatre kid years paid off

Jake: Plus being stubbornly convinced I was in love

Sylvie: You can’t know what you don’t

Sylvie: it’s probably a rite of passage, to look back on your first relationship and be dumbfounded how you ever thought that that’s what love was

Sylvie: we’ll see when we’re 43, or whatever

Jake: It’s definitely a me issue, wanting to be

Jake: You’ve called that out before

Sylvie: It was mutual, or it looked like it, whatever her motivations were

Sylvie: for what it’s worth

Jake: I don’t know what it’s worth, but thanks

Sylvie: It’s not a bad thing to want to be

Jake: [French] I feel bad whenever I stop and think

Sylvie: JC [I know, but also his name]

Jake: Blc htd [I don’t give a shit, happy right now, because that’s the mood of the day summed up, and we always love to see him swear too]

Sylvie: You just needed to get in the tub and relax

Sylvie: I don’t know what I would’ve done today without you

Jake: G bjn 2 toi [I need you, emphasis on you hence that’s written out in full when it could just be a t]

Sylvie: Nn toi [to steal from him, because no, I need you]

Jake: Missing you physically hurts, Sylvie

Sylvie: [French] But do you love the pain like I do?

Jake: [French] I must love it, I haven’t touched myself once

Sylvie: It’s genuinely the hardest thing I’ve ever done? Or not done, I guess, bring out the spoiled allegations… 

Sylvie: but since you made me cum like that, only you’re allowed

Jake: Because you haven’t made me like that, it’s all I want

Sylvie: Come pick me up for school early

Sylvie: or neither of us is going to be able to concentrate on anything else

Jake: [an o clock, in French because time is more fun in a foreign language when you’re a nerd]

Sylvie: [sassily taking some time off that like lol, you won’t need that long]

Jake: [a sassy compromise that’s somewhere in the middle because he wants all the time in the world but he can shamelessly agree she’ll be able to kill him in record time lol]

Sylvie: Deal

Sylvie: I’m going to practice all night

Jake: Save some energy back for me

Sylvie: [send him an updated video of you chilling whilst doing this because you’re getting used to breathing around having it in your mouth and are comforting yourself about not being able to touch yourself by turning yourself on via this oral simulation because feel like it’s rewiring your brain not at all casually]

Sylvie: I could fall asleep like this now

Jake: I’m going to dream about you in those positions all night

Sylvie: You better

Sylvie: If I can feel like this doing it to an inanimate object, I’m going to need to do it to you every day

Jake: [you’re gonna regret this when the angst hits, trust me, but  for now, show her that you’ve put a reminder in your phone calendar as a recurring every day event, like how Rosie sets alarms for everything, to be peak obvious and obnoxious about this cos it’s giving personalised sound and flashing lights, as !! as he can make it, like okay deal]

Jake: Be my new morning routine, I’d have no regrets skipping breakfast to devour you

Sylvie: and lunch and dinner

Sylvie: why can’t you be inside me always, honestly, it’s so rude you’re [and being specific about the distance between the pub and his place, like google maps would tell you] away

Jake: [French] You’re so sweet, my blood sugar would never drop

Sylvie: I could share

Sylvie: it’s meant to be salty, right

Jake: [do a parallel I cannot because I’ve never tasted jizz but I know you’ve tried yours out of curiosity sir and why just say that when you can make it artsy and poetic as per]

Sylvie: We’ll compare notes

Sylvie: screw [whatever her first lesson is, because that is not what we plan to be working hard on now lol]

Jake: Detailed notes

Sylvie: An essay, [however many words is the standard, it’s so long ago huns idk but you get what I’m saying]

Jake: [add some words to this word count I likewise have no idea about, to be sassy, it’s giving you’ve doubled it]

Sylvie: screw [the next lesson too]

Sylvie: I will never run out of things to say about this

Sylvie: great news for both our creative outputs, as well as personally

Jake: [French] My star pupil

Sylvie: Examen écrit et oral

Jake: [these teachers, by name, for these lessons she said sod you to] are free to go ahead and approach me with their concerns 24/7; I’m more than willing to vouch for how studious you are too, in front of anybody who’d listen

Sylvie: You want to see if it’s possible for me to give you adoring, puppy dog eyes as they roll to the back of my head, yeah?

Sylvie: +++++++++ sexy

Jake: [French] It’s possible

Sylvie: [French] You know how you have me

Jake: I’m not second-guessing when you said I could make you do anything; you proved how accurate that is

Sylvie: Maybe I’ll write another essay, on how empowering it is to be your property

Sylvie: think that one would go over your sister's head this time

Jake: And maybe I’ll write a note excusing you from whatever classes we don’t share

Sylvie: Please

Sylvie: I shouldn’t be away from you

Jake: [draft one like you did in the OG, giving full daddy vibes, you did it in French then but do it in English this time as if it’s a very legit note you are gonna hand out to her teachers, signing it with your signature and everything, the only French being in brackets underneath, saying Sylvie’s daddy, because you love a bracket in your song titles]

Sylvie: Would you be embarrassed if I called you that in front of people?

Jake: I’d be hurt if you didn’t

Sylvie: Of course I will

Sylvie: it’s not just for your ears, like they can watch

Sylvie: touching is what’s exclusively reserved for you now

Jake: I’m asking myself whether the whole pub's ears are burning, or their hearts are too busy breaking over not being able to hear you yet

Jake: [French] What do you think?

Sylvie: [send audio of you screaming again but doing a worse job of covering your mouth on purpose, being beyond obvious that that’s because you’re using this banana in your mouth to do so and not your hand over your mouth]

Jake: That’s my girl

Jake: My baby

Jake: My…

Jake: [French] My everything

Sylvie: I’m scared

Jake: Of what?

Sylvie: [French] How happy you make me

Jake: H24 [for happy 24/7 how he has done before]

Jake: The rush of you is unmatched, daydreaming of the future used to be my ultimate high, but now that your Paris burns brighter, living inside of you, and you’re letting me in; actual Paris risks feeling like a cheap imitation or childish pipe dream I’ve outgrown before I even get there

Sylvie: It doesn’t have to be

Sylvie: We can go anywhere, why not

Jake: [French] Unfortunately, I don’t have the power to excuse you from school for [however long they have left before they graduate]

Jake: We still have to go though, 12C4 [one of these days], I need to see how it compares

Jake: [French] To you, or if there’s none

Sylvie: Be more American and we’ll just finish up online

Jake: Be the cliché American teen by saying, my mom would kill me

Sylvie: Yeah, I see that

Sylvie: and she’s not wrong, but

Jake: I know, I hear you, I should be more Paris myself

Jake: [French] If not organise a strike, be ruder, give less of a fuck, bare minimum

Sylvie: I’m glad your family care, I’m not trying to fuck with that

Sylvie: [French] You just make getting carried away so, so easy…

Jake: [French] It would be very easy to carry you away, anywhere

Sylvie: We’ll do what we have to, be good

Sylvie: until we can do exactly what we want, whenever we want

Jake: Be good for me and the reward is getting whatever you want

Sylvie: There’s still lots for you to show me here

Sylvie: now I’m not limited to every other event and venue, assumedly 

Jake: No limits

Sylvie: You know that’s a promise I can make back

Jake: Vazi [for go, like earlier, because do promise please and thanks]

Sylvie: It’s not to a point

Jake: [echoing her French yes because couldn’t agree more, especially with her suggestion that she should be naked in these streets lol, desperately trying, but in his current state, only managing to make a small hole in one of her items of clothing when his dad’s ring (obvs, what else) snags somewhere like a seam in his haste, nevertheless being overjoyed by that happy cinematic accident, using his fingers to make the hole a bit bigger, more just for the love of the game and how fun that is than actually trying to strip her because this hole is giving that it’s in a very innocent place, he’s loving stroking the newly exposed skin through it as much as anything else, at least until she distracts him by upping all her antics and then he’s just gagged and clinging to her helplessly, we all know the matching lovebite is gonna be the trick that finally does it, and that when he’s eventually cumming it’s insane because not only were they interrupted today, they were at the party last night, the first time she ever touched him like this, too, feeling like his body is releasing the most jizz it ever has so it truly does feel like he’s being emptied out between her legs, cramming her entire fringe into his mouth to stifle the screaming he feels like he’d be doing otherwise, choking himself on it in his desperation not to be getting caught levels of LOUD in this very compromising position, after what would seem like forever, when he’s finally done, spitting it out with !! and giving her such a messy forehead kiss before collapsing completely onto the cold hard ground, equally speechless, lying on his back and looking up at the sky as if they’re in bed and it’s a ceiling, pulling her into him to lie on his HEAVING chest while he tries to recover and calm down a sec]

Sylvie: [we know that this little hole being made feels like literally the most indecent thing that has ever happened to anyone, shuddering against him and doing all your best swearing in both languages and using how jerky and insane your movements are in your favour to do the most without any holding back, just like he said, so entirely consumed with the way he cums, cannot take her eyes off him for a second, not even to blink, not even when he’s all up in her grill and thus WATCHING him should be impossible, we simply must commit all of this to our memory and never forget, thank you, landing on his chest but not coming back down to earth at all, vibrating with all the feral energy just expressed, breathing out a shaky ‘well’ because WELL, DAMN]

Jake: [repeating her ‘well’ but in French, even shakier, doing a lil hot lol at how his voice sounds because well damn is too accurate, one hand in the hole he not long ago made, stroking her skin again, very softly this time, the other in her hair stroking that, which eventually becomes combing through it with his equally shaky fingers and then doing the same with her wet gross fringe, playing with it because he can’t believe any of that just happened but the state of her hair after being in his mouth and gagged on is the proof, coughing a lil too at the reminder, his throat genuinely feeling like he swallowed a hairball from how extra he was being and his eyes burning from remembering how she didn’t blink, gently tapping out the rhythm of a song he’s inspired to think up on the spot, as per, with his fingers in the hole]

Sylvie: [joining in this hot lol because truly can’t believe this, the fact that all that just happened and that you’re here again so soon after all that mess that seems so unimportant now, ‘we are going to get arrested, whatever you think you can say to the guards’, as she very gently gets him looking more presentable, aka putting him fully back in his pants (sadly lmao) and zipping him up, rubbing his stomach again like she did before because not over how soft it is ‘but it’ll be worth it’ smiling at him, because if you did get thrown into jail now, you’d be going #satisfied at least lol]

Jake: [sassily bomfing the sunnies on her head so they fall down and cover her eyes and she’s just the heart eyes he drew on the lens instead of playfully teasing him, but shamelessly wearing his own IRL heart eyes at the sight of her, having to bite his lip at how cute she looks, a lip that becomes pouty when she redresses him because he’s as sad that he ever has to be, a LOOK like, not with that attitude, because he won’t get arrested now he’s so presentable, it’s all fun and games and bants until she’s rubbing his stomach again and he’s GASPING like she just grabbed his dick with no recovery time because he isn’t over her doing it before and the FLASHBACKS that are hitting either, unthinkingly pinching her skin through this hole in retaliation to try and deal with it, because she did it to him earlier around the same time as she touched his stomach then, so obvs his brain went there, but that just triggers that flashback and more, smiling back at her, making a soft happy noise at the seemingly endless loop of feral reminders he’s stuck in]

Sylvie: [tutting at him in such mock annoyance, made more so by the giant grin she is sporting with said sunnies ‘I’m sorry, but there’s no way what you just said and did isn’t highly illegal’ like you made your own bed being so indecent, sir, and we will never be over it, having our own FLASHBACKS coincide with his before he’s even pinching her, genuinely making her jump because that lost in her THOUGHTS, making a face like, see? Exactly the sort of behaviour I’m talking about, pulling his wrist to her to admire her own handiwork there, lest you forget we were not an innocent party in what just occurred, blurting out, quite suddenly and in lieu of nothing in particular, in French (of course) ‘I’m sad you have to go’ looking up to meet his eyes before looking away with a sad smile]

Jake: [nudging her with his own mock annoyance, but his own grin is even bigger if anything (always gotta one up each other), doing his flirty hair flip move lying down when she’s giving him the compliment of his antics being illegal like aw yeah hehe, pulling her into him for a SQUEEZE of a hug when she jumps though cos genuinely did not mean to make her, exposing her stomach to look at his handiwork there, tracing over the cross and the lovebite and where he wrote Tb1, whether the sharpie is still there or she scrubbed it off in the angsty time and he’s just tracing over where it was, because calling her innocent and a good girl again, when he’s done going over every inch of her stomach he can, putting his wrist next to hers like they’re comparing hand sizes and pressing their lovebites together with !! when he’s hit by SUCH a vivid flashback of cumming because she did hers that he shivers, lost in those THOUGHTS still when she speaks, replying with ‘me too’ in English, reaching out and cupping both sides of her face so they’re making eye contact again ‘I’ll miss you’ also in English, for once]

Sylvie: [surprising herself with the amount of strength she finds to give her all in this hug, but the feelings are that strong so we’ve got to show it by SQUEEZING him back just as hard, nuzzling our head into his shoulder and taking a deep breath of him before he’s bringing her face back to look at him, in direct contrast to earlier when she didn’t blink once, blinking like she has something in her eye because could so easily cry but very much does not want to because that feels ridiculous to admit but it is the truth of how she feels ‘we have school [and whenever, whether that’s tomorrow or in a couple of days, whatever, point is, we’re going to see each other]’ even though you both know that isn’t the same or what you mean when you say you’ll miss each other, got to try and convince yourself though]

Jake: [when even the notion that she could cry has you with the BIGGEST lump in your throat ever, adam’s apple going crazy for a sec there, even though he’s nodding like what she said is fine and he agrees and everything is casual, it’s beyond telling that he doesn’t trust himself to try and speak a reply because he knows his voice will probably crack, instead, finding the sharpie and redoing what he wrote on her lip because if they have to say goodbye at least that’s a fitting send off, doing it so slowly and carefully, full concentration face, really longing out those 2 letters and heart shaped … to get them perfect in contrast to his shaky ones before, and more importantly, to prolong the moment ™ it’s giving when he reapplied her lipstick at the gig, same energy, taking pics this time and sending them to her, taking his time with that too, we see you sir]

Sylvie: [it’s not fine, and no one is fine, but we don’t feel like we can do anything about that in this moment, as evidenced by how hard she has to screw her eyes shut again when he’s redoing what he wrote on her lip because she cannot trust herself to not start bawling and that is simply not the mood, she wants him to do this and the reminder to the lipstick and to the pictures she had him take before help, when he shows her, nodding once more because absolutely, has never been more true]

Jake: [the girls are STRUGGLING as evidenced by the way he almost throws his phone down (nod to when he almost dropped his guitar when they were being phone feral and he badly wanted to touch her) when this photoshoot is done to wrap her up in the most suffocating hug, breathing her in SO deeply, to try and memorise her smell here in this moment ™ eventually writing ‘fin’ on the back of her neck with his fingertip, wetting it first by licking it as if he’s turning a page in a book, for added staying power and hot moves, like okay enough, this is a french film and the credits are rolling and this is my final !! gesture, but despite his resolve to stop, still clinging to her for several beats longer than he should’ve after, unable to let go, likewise trying not to sob, finally getting up when it seems like he isn’t ever going to, and pulling her to her feet too, via a wrist grab of her lovebite rather than a handhold, PRESSING into it hard for all their talk of them fading, and not wanting it to]

Sylvie: [shaking her head unthinkingly at him writing this, like she’s using her hair to erase it IMMEDIATELY, letting him pull you up but still shaking your head, as if this is all being forced upon you and isn’t a decision y’all made between you ‘I’m mad at you now’ in French, said as jokingly as can be mustered, like she’s just updating him on her state of mind but when he’s PRESSING into her lovebite, she’s leaning in and giving him one on the back of his neck where he just wrote on hers, unhinged move tbh but needs must]

Jake: [I’m absolutely bringing back from the OG when he saucily and sassily asks her how mad she is, even if it’s immediately answered by her launching herself at him to give him this new lovebite anyway and then all he can do is make a noise in response like that hurt so much and he’s so pained to deal with his !! planning to likewise attack her, on her throat so the front of her neck matches the back of his cinematically (which she’ll know because he’s LOOKING there as the cogs turn) but when he grabs her to do this his ring once again snags the hole, so he changes tact and does his there instead, Winnie says bonus points if where said hole is means that he has to drop to his knees to reach now they aren’t lying down because forever and always with the oral refs and also she’ll get to help him up this time when he’s done which is necessary and important]

Sylvie: [‘that mad’ whispered into his ear as sassily and saucily when she pulls back from biting him, like that’s you told, getting told herself right back when he LOOKS at her like he wants to eat her, YELPING when he drops to his knees because it seems like he really might and she is UNWELL about it, biting her lip HARD as if she’s copying him as he does his lovebite but she’s trying not to MOAN immediately, tangling her hands in his curls and pushing his head, gently but insistently, into her skin ‘that’s it, I’m yours’ in equally encouraging French, calling him the d word in English so affectionately ‘don’t go’ whispered softly]

Jake: [it’s BEYOND blatant how much he would and wants to (his eyes aren’t just SCREAMING it, his body language also is, every way it can) and the only reason he isn’t eating her out right here and right now is because there isn’t anywhere private enough (even if they went by the pub bins or something, which he couldn’t because they aren’t JC and he needs it to be slightly more peak romance than that, however feral he feels in this moment ™ ) that he could get away with doing this without getting arrested, or worse interrupted again, and he’d never emotionally or physically recover, especially from the latter because it was bad enough when they got kicked out the venue when he was touching her before, hence, he ends up saying, in French ‘open your door’ with the gentle daddy encouragement of when he said eyes, but the !! of when he said legs, so there’s a bit of both energies, because he’s only human and he wants to stay even if he shouldn’t atm, picking her up and carrying her in the direction of said door to spur her on into inviting him over the threshold, whispering in her ear as he does, also in French, because it sounds better and less cringey haha, that if he has to kiss her goodbye he’s going to do it between her legs, because that’s how he feels on this day]

Sylvie: [turning and looking at said door with such !! shock and awe, questioning if he really means it, if really they can, if they really should, mouth starting to form ‘mais…’ but being picked up before she can fully say it, instead making an OH sound, covering her mouth at what he whispers to her, giving fully scandalised lmao, so did not expect him to say that and is now flailing about her next move ‘vraiment?’ scanning his face carefully and from this close proximity]

Jake: [arguably they shouldn’t with what’s coming over the hill but neither of you know that rn but they can and he very much wants to now that the idea is in his head and won’t be dissuaded come what may, so, nodding SO big, and as per my dream (which I’m just gonna tell you about from start to finish, because win says it’s a masterpiece and I must) and carrying her straight into the kitchen like the sims layout and sits her on the counter, taking her trousers and underwear off with such !! (as if it’d be any less obvious what y’all were up to if mcvickers strolled in and she still had a top on, thankfully they won’t) PULLING her legs apart again and STARING at her like he’s doing another artsy sketch with his eyes or taking a million mental pictures for the most indecent but perfect album cover, LOOKING for such a long time she’d be self-conscious if she wasn’t so into it or thinking he was about to change his mind if she didn’t know it’s because they’re finally here and he’s wanted to do oral on her forever, starting out, eventually, by kissing any xs she did or bruises/injuries she’s gotten from lying on the cold hard ground/any of their antics now that he’s exposed the lower half of her body, taking his time despite being beyond desperate to get stuck in so that they’re both BEYOND ready for it, because again, it can't be overstated how shook to his core in the best way and thrilled he is that this is finally occurring, especially because he's never done this before, which she has no way to know yet but she will soon, asking ‘are you ready?’ because the answer is no, neither of them are, in the best way, but also, like I said, they’ve both equally been too ready for this for a really long time]

Jake: [excuse me breaking this up so tumblr doesn’t throw a strop about my waffling, even though I’m trying to not lol, ANYWAY, going to town eating her out like he’s starving to death, and the fact that he’s comparing her to fruit (like when he did this before OG, I think in the cinema date in the disabled toilet, if memory serves) is only adding to it (even though she won’t fully be HIT by the significance until he drops his practicing on fruit lore hang in there it's coming, because ofc I'm bringing that back, Mona likes to be in control and weaponise sex so it stands to reason, more than ever, she doesn't wanna lose control by letting him do that) telling her she’s sweeter than such and such a fruit or juicer than another etc etc, just every fruit and suitable saucy complimentary adjective he can come up with, in French at first, obvs, but then forgetting words when her inevitable reactions to his antics are distracting him, biting her thigh at one point as if he's gotten so carried away that he's forgotten she isn't really a piece of fruit, getting more and more muddled and using more and more of a mix of English and French until he gives up trying to speak and completely commits to what he's doing, using different parts of his face just to see how it feels and what she likes, including using that jewish nose to his advantage haha, but he can’t stop running his mouth for long though and he’s also calling her ‘my…’ and any other random fruits he hasn’t already said + sassy veg or ingredients in the meal he made or the accompanying dish she did, all fitting the juicy or sweet or wet vibes etc etc, because it fits with her lip ‘tattoo’ and what silly French terms of endearment are like + how vaguely hysterical they feel, with how silly some of these are, and yet meaning it SERIOUSLY]

Jake: [carrying on doing the most with his every move until he gets cramp in his tongue or jaw or whatever which forces him to stop, making a noise of pain when he tries to keep going and a noise of frustration when he realises he can't, panting out an apology even though he's got nothing to be sorry for because this girl is at the point of passing out (to reclaim that from last night as something that’s happening for a good reason instead) but he wants to do this forever and ever and never stop (despite being SO turned on himself now that it's also painful) hence this is when, during this forced pause he tells her (after hungrily licking his lips and BIG swallowing to truly savour the taste of her) that was his first time and drops the practicing on fruit lore, sparing no GRAPHIC details because he's SO horny on main he feels like he could cum just telling her the stories, which naturally leads on to telling her about the different fruits he's jerked off with too, during these different experiments, because Timmy and the director both tried it with a peach when filming that film appaz so we know that one's true and there's bound to be others that legit work and feel good, LOOKING around mcvickers’ kitchen (soz lads) until he spies the fruit bowl which does have something suitable in it so he can give her a demo and cause absolute SCENES here and now, soz again to mcvickers for the mess he's about to make with said fruit, sitting on the floor leaning against a cabinet because he knows he's not gonna be able to support himself when he gets going, never mind loses it, positioning himself so she's got a good view from where she's still sitting above him on the counter before doing the deed, making such LOUD and UNHINGED sounds (the whole time, Sally Fields) because they're indoors now and he can, forgetting there's a pub full of people below who might hear him, oops, hopefully y’all are being loud enough downstairs yourselves because not a thought spared in the moment ™] 

Jake: [when he’s done, ofc handing her the mangled fruit to eat, said fruit only still being vaguely intact enough to be passed around instead of being fucked to total mush that she’d have to eat from his hand baby food style because he was SO ridiculously turned on by the oral that he ended up finishing quicker than he would’ve otherwise, we all know he was PUNISHING that poor piece of fruit while it lasted, putting on an insane show for her, which she’s blatantly returning the favour of with how she’s eating it, meaning he’s not blinking or breathing as he’s WATCHING her do this with such intense focus to not miss a single second, even getting back on his knees at one point to watch more closely, but only letting himself get involved when she’s swallowing the last mouthful and he reaches out to feel her do that with his sticky juice covered hands, giving proud af daddy again that she finished this meal too, rewarding her with a throat SQUEEZE, and by pushing her top up to put his mouth on her boobs, mimicking how he watched her eat that fruit with how !! and once again ravenous he is to do this, his fingers finding her thigh bite he did earlier and pushing into his teeth marks, which makes him decide he simply must DRAG her closer to him (and lowkey almost off the counter) to once again eat her out, this time like the softest but most intense makeout sesh ever, all the goodbye kisses he promised, until she cums again and his face looks as wet as hers after demolishing that fruit, cinematically, THE END, lol, finally, sorry for this essay] 

Sylvie: [okay, so masterpiece winola, obviously, flowers and standing ovation for you, but as my boo so flawlessly hit every point (and we’ve been fucked over by life), we’re going to have Jake’s mum reply to him or one of mcvickers be on the stairs, whatever, point is, the separation isn’t y’alls idea and thus this can count as an actual goodbye and you don’t have to have an angsty one IRL/can carry on talking over text, thank you]

Sylvie: You should probably let her know

Sylvie: and your sister, they’ll be so proud you’ve fully converted someone to veganism 

Jake: If their excited pride means I don’t accidentally let slip graphic details of what diet you’ve converted me to, or my bunch of feelings about it, for sure

Sylvie: Hmm, I don’t think you’re the type of boy to brag to anyone, though

Jake: I can’t help that you’re the type of girl to make me uncharacteristically start bragging

Sylvie: Meanwhile, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to speak again

Jake: [French] Get some rest

Sylvie: Are you subtly telling me to go away, or telling me you need your own?

Sylvie: the latter is understandable 

Jake: I’m unsubtly telling you to take better care of yourself because I’m not around to

Sylvie: I’ll survive until you are

Jake: I’ll try my best to survive without you, too

Jake: [French] But no promises

Sylvie: [French] I’m still here

Sylvie: Talking to them is going to suck for real though, I’m sorry; I wish I could do something to make that easier for you

Jake: Hey, no apologies either

Jake: [French] You’ve given me a lot of memories to retreat into

Jake: When anything sucks

Sylvie: Your phantoms are dancing around the kitchen still, more vivid and flesh than anyone stood in front of me would be

Jake: [naming a slay ballet move like yep that’s what I’m doing rn lol, to be cocky because she likes it when he is, always]

Sylvie: [French] Something like that…

Sylvie: but I know now, that nothing could have happened last night, that was brand new to my body

Jake: Your body knows it’s mine; nothing you could’ve taken last night changes that

Sylvie: Exactly

Sylvie: it’s not an ego boost to say it, but I just don’t think about any other guys like that, I’ve never got wet for anyone else, so

Jake: [French] It’s a giant ego boost for you to say that

Sylvie: Okay, but that’s not why I said it this time

Sylvie: as much as you’re very much owed me singing your praises now, I’m in the red again

Jake: Okay, I might let you write another song before you rest up, since you haven’t sung to me in a while

Sylvie: You’re not here to stop me

Sylvie: and I need to talk about you more than I need rest

Jake: [French] I am here, but I don’t want to stop you, not yet

Sylvie: [French] I feel you

Sylvie: You wouldn’t have just said it, but it’s hard to believe you’ve never done that before

Jake: I should’ve said just how much I’ve practised 

Sylvie: You showed me

Jake: [French] I still taste you

Jake: I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to eat or drink again

Sylvie: I know, only wanting to lick up the mess from you is a pretty specialised diet too

Sylvie: [French] but I’m available to you whenever you’re hungry or thirsty

Jake: As last meals go, pretty specific, but we’ve managed to avoid being arrested, somehow

Sylvie: Blessed and highly favoured, I guess

Jake: That’s how I feel

Sylvie: You made me feel like a goddess, I would think that was so cringey to say before I understood 

Sylvie: but how else can you describe what you were doing BUT the word worship? 

Jake: [tell her which goddess she is, assumedly greek from doing classics, which I’ve said is a lesson you do before I think, so you can nerd out about it more than I have knowledge of, but from my very brief search, I’m thinking, Erato who is one of the muses, for love and erotic poetry, because that feels VERY fitting lol, if I happen to stumble across another, I’ll call her a different one at a later date, but for now, here in this moment ™, there is also one for music and lyric poetry too though called Euterpe so maybe we’ll have to just tell you about both, like he’s mentioning the music one first, cos obvious, but then he’s like actually no, HOLD THE PHONE, because he remembers the romantic one instead, peak romance 5ever] 

Sylvie: I should’ve taken classics, damn

Jake: You should transfer in, you’d like it

Sylvie: I’d like having more lessons with you

Jake: I’d devote myself to catching you up on everything you’ve missed

Sylvie: You think you could focus enough to tutor me?

Jake: If we study all night, enough will sink in for you to get a passing grade

Sylvie: Things you tell me do have a habit of sticking

Sylvie: [repeating the French he used when he was being descriptive as hell during, about fruit and all that jazz, because ofc you can’t stop thinking about any of it]

Jake: You stuck to me first

Sylvie: You’re making me hungry again, your face was so messy

Jake: [tell her to eat whatever side dish she made when y’all had your cook a long, because earlier she only ate what he made and delivered because she only wanted to be full of that, not even movie snacks, so, in French to be daddy and because I’m sure it’s more fun to say]

Sylvie: Maybe

Sylvie: tell me you want me to transfer into all your classes, then I will

Jake: I want you with me every minute of the day [+ calling her ‘my dove’ in French as a pet name he hasn’t used yet because the goddess he said she is, the erotic one, is depicted with them sometimes appaz, so a connection, flimsy though it may be, it would also give him peace, so another there]

Sylvie: Stuck to you

Sylvie: which Greek God is your favourite?

Jake: You carry your books, I’ll carry you

Jake: I don’t know, that’s tough 

Jake: Mnemosyne, probably, the goddess of memory and remembrance, mother of the nine muses

Jake: [French] Until you became my favourite

Sylvie: I’m doing research, when my brain starts working again

Jake: [recommend some books] are cool 

Sylvie: You’re going to make my stack heavier for the both of us to carry

Jake: [French] Only a little

Sylvie: [French] You can handle it

Sylvie: You handled today

Jake: You aren’t difficult, even today

Sylvie: Debatable

Sylvie: everything else is, regardless 

Jake: We can handle it together

Sylvie: It’s Mona’s responsibility to get herself sorted, get help or whatever it is she needs

Sylvie: and I don’t need to talk to Bobby now, like I said, I’m sure nothing happened

Jake: I told Bobby to talk with relevant adults, he said he’s going to reach out, so I don’t have to

Sylvie: Right, that’s his choice

Sylvie: it is what it is, far as we’re concerned 

Jake: [French] It’ll be okay

Sylvie: [French] Promise you believe that

Jake: I believe in you, if you think nothing happened, moi aussi 

Sylvie: I just think I’d remember

Sylvie: muscle memory, y’know

Jake: Yeah, of course you would

Sylvie: Sound less convinced, like

Jake: [French] I am convinced, I promise

Sylvie: I would’ve got flashbacks

Sylvie: I would’ve freaked out

Jake: You didn’t freeze on me, or run again

Jake: I’ve got my own flashbacks to prove it

Sylvie: Right

Sylvie: God, I need to write more nice songs about you to outdo all her awful ones, immediately 

Jake: Vazi [for go, because chop chop diva, lol]

Sylvie: [send an #aes shot of your notes and deck/keyboard/mic whatever you’ve got out working on this, like, excuse you, I’m working on it lol]

Sylvie: It’s a lot to process, in a good, non-traumatic way

Jake: [send one back of your own set-up because snap, you’re defs working on a song rn too, which is giving more DJ-esque and inspired by her earlier track, but she doesn’t know that yet, other than via this glimpse into what you’ve got up on your computer screen]

Sylvie: Our AP teacher will be happy

Sylvie: this totally counts as studying

Jake: We’d earn a ton of extra credit if we went to school in New York like my parents

Sylvie: Was that ever something that was talked about, going back to the States?

Jake: No way, pops loved it here

Sylvie: You’ll have to go live your cool New Yorker fantasies by yourself

Jake: You’re not coming?

Sylvie: Depends

Sylvie: Can we go to [and name all the cool music places and film ref moments you can think of]?

Jake: And [because add your own, obvs]

Sylvie: [nerd out nerds, jokingly trying to work out where you’d need to cut NYC in half]

Jake: [playfully disagree ofc and make your own suggestion whereby you end up with a bigger half]

Sylvie: Umm, no

Sylvie: you can’t use your familial connection to swindle me

Jake: I could play the dead dad card

Sylvie: I’m not letting my mommy issues stop me from wanting to see [whatever part of NYC she lives in, because obviously it’s artsy af and therefore has some cool shit]

Jake: [send her a photo showing that you’ve used a black sharpie (to be even more dramatic this time lol) to black out in the author’s info that she lives there because there’s always nonsense like that, like nope we don’t claim her and shall ignore her living there]

Sylvie: As future mayor, you can make those calls

Jake: [French] As your daddy, I can

Sylvie: [French] You’re the only influence I need

Jake: You’ve been a really good influence on me

Sylvie: Have I?

Jake: Oue [because never casual and we aren’t feeling casual about what a good influence she’s been]

Jake: Have you thought more about being my girlfriend?

Sylvie: I have

Jake: Was feeling my tongue write the word inside of you what helped you decide?

Sylvie: So you’re using your powers for evil

Jake: I wouldn’t call it evil, what I made you do

Sylvie: You could’ve made me do anything

Sylvie: could’ve even implies that the spell is temporary, when I still would, always would

Jake: [French] Drink a big glass of water for me, I couldn’t spit into your mouth right now from this distance

Sylvie: [French] It shouldn’t make my mouth water to imagine that it was your spit, should it?

Sylvie: [send a vid of you downing a whole glass for the peak drama of all the big swallows and water dripping down your chin because that always happens]

Jake: [send a vid back of you using that audio in the dance track you’re trying to make atm, spoilers that you’re trying to do something in her style again, but needs must]

Sylvie: Now I see what you’re saying about my influence 

Jake: [ask her some genuine and innocent technical questions about how to make this song slap, but at the same time as HITTING her with all the indecent reminders of their feral antics by telling her other audio files he wishes he had and could be sampling hehe, because he also means THAT about her influence too]

Sylvie: [do answer his questions before getting derailed, not out here #mansplaining it up but just like this is what I do/a tip I know kinda vibes lol]

Sylvie: You can record it next time

Jake: Can I record taking your virginity?

Sylvie: Yes, I want you to

Jake: [French] I want you to have the audio to listen to forever

Sylvie: Moi aussi

Sylvie: And watch?

Jake: [calling her ‘my film star’ in French, as a new term of endearment]

Sylvie: [show him that you’re blushing]

Sylvie: We don’t have to show anything, if we don’t want to, as long as the feeling is there, [and name some sex scenes from films that you think are actually hot and not just awkward]

Jake: [add your own so y’all can take a minute to discuss hot sex scenes because that’s the mood you’re in]

Sylvie: [name drop a scene he just said here] was the first thing I touched myself to

Jake: [shamelessly changing what y’all’s movie night was gonna be because in no world is he not telling her to put said film on rn immediately so that they’ll eventually get to that scene and she can again, but can’t just skip to it, gotta watch the whole damn thing, obvs]

Sylvie: I bet you thought about an actual girl, you’re cute like that

Jake: [French] Or predictable

Sylvie: It’s pure, you get crushes easier than I do

Jake: Easier makes me sound like a [French word for slut because it’s forever sassier and he’s rarely used the English equivalents yet]

Sylvie: Well…

Sylvie: [French] Join the club

Jake: [French] A slut for the idea of love or for you?

Sylvie: [French] Both, I think

Jake: [French] Do you want me to make you jealous over the actual girl? Because we can discuss her if you would like…

Sylvie: Vazi [because we can use your sass against you lol]

Jake: [do be telling her, like okay you asked for this, I won’t commit us, but it’s probs Madonna’s daughter because I have pics of y’all where they’re looking young, so it’s giving pre Mona eras]

Sylvie: What did you like about her?

Jake: She had herself figured out before everyone else our age, I’m still working on myself at this one

Sylvie: See, pure, just like I said

Jake: Did you put on [the film], like I said?

Sylvie: What happened between you two?

Jake: [again I won’t commit us but tell her the tea, cos we all know Mona is your first proper gf so clearly not much for whatever age-appropriate reason]

Sylvie: It just seemed like you don’t like talking about it

Jake: I’m kinda embarrassed by [something embarrassing but adorable that happened on his end]

Sylvie: You don’t need to be

Sylvie: you have a type, though

Jake: What’s my type?

Sylvie: Girls who know who they are, is the PC way to put it

Jake: I won’t tell my mom or sister you chose the derogatory way, Scout’s honour

Sylvie: Okay, but it will sound like I’m jealous if I say girls who look like and in fact are bitches 

Jake: Well… 

Jake: [French] I was hoping you’d be jealous

Sylvie: That’s so toxic of you

Sylvie: [French] I love it

Jake: You should be, you’re my girl now

Jake: [repeating ‘my girl’ in French because anything ‘my’ needs repeating forever on this day]

Sylvie: Toxic, jealous, a bitch?

Jake: All of the above

Sylvie: Maybe I’m not your type

Jake: [sending her a pic of the unhinged lovebite she did on the back of his neck which is only gotten more dramatic since, as they do, like remember when haha, maybe you are]

Sylvie: That was very nice of me, you wanted it badly

Jake: You wanted to get me to stay, and it worked

Sylvie: Why would I want to take her place?

Sylvie: I don’t need to

Jake: I’m not asking you to 

Sylvie: You did

Jake: I didn’t though

Sylvie: You just used your tongue to write it inside me, same difference 

Jake: I asked you to be my girlfriend, that’s the literal opposite of auditioning to play my ex

Sylvie: I just don’t think we need to mess up the good thing we have going 

Jake: Cool

Sylvie: Come on, don’t do that

Jake: The only thing I’m doing is agreeing with you

Sylvie: I don’t need blind agreement 

Sylvie: it’s just a word

Jake: I messed up, I get it

Jake: I won’t label you again

Sylvie: You’ve labelled me plenty, I don’t have an issue with that

Jake: To a point

Sylvie: That’s because girlfriend is about how it looks to other people

Jake: My bad, I thought it was about how I feel

Sylvie: I didn’t mean to just blurt it out like that, alright, I get that that was a dick move

Sylvie: Being passive-aggressive doesn’t help anything

Jake: Words are how people express themselves most of the time, it isn’t my fault you don’t want to hear what I’m telling you

Sylvie: I haven’t said once I don’t want to hear 

Jake: You said I’m messing up our good thing

Sylvie: I don’t want it to get messed up by shit that doesn’t matter, ironically 

Jake: I’m sorry discussing what we are to each other, instead of letting it slide and shutting up, matters to me

Jake: Usually, open, honest dialogue is another good thing

Sylvie: I don’t know if we’ll be the same to each other if anything changes

Sylvie: that’s all I’m trying to say

Jake: I hear you

Sylvie: You’re just saying that, so don’t bother

Jake: I’m not, we’re good

Jake: I’m saying I understand where you’re coming from

Sylvie: Why are you talking to me like a youth pastor then? Jesus

Jake: You accused me of being passive-aggressive a second ago

Jake: I can’t win whatever I type out

Sylvie: I can just tell you don’t get it

Jake: You made yourself pretty clear, Sylvie

Sylvie: I’m the bad guy because I want to stay the person you cheat with and not on, sure

Jake: No, I am, because you feel like throwing my worst mistake back in my face

Sylvie: There we go, your worst mistake

Jake: I wouldn’t cheat on you; it isn’t a pattern

Jake: It’s something you know I’ve never done before

Sylvie: Do you think it makes it less bad if we’re serious?

Sylvie: be honest

Jake: You’ve obviously made up your mind that’s what my motives are

Sylvie: That’s not what I said, I asked if it’s a factor 

Jake: Nothing makes it less bad

Jake: My guilt wasn’t a factor; my feelings for you were

Sylvie: Okay

Jake: But it’s not, it sucks you would even ask me that

Jake: Or you’d even say I’m going to do the same to you

Sylvie: I’m allowed to question you

Sylvie: I didn’t say you would, I said I don’t want that to happen

Sylvie: and it could be reality that if the situation changes, your feelings might

Jake: They could get stronger when stuff changes, which would also suck, because you can’t handle where I’m at now

Sylvie: Or what I can’t handle is this going away 

Jake: I’m not heading in any direction which counts as away from you

Sylvie: You already started speaking to me like a local councillor or something

Sylvie: don’t do that shit when I’m trying to say I need you to stay

Jake: Don’t treat me like I’m a local councillor in the middle of a scandal, giving damage limitation speeches

Jake: I’m already serious about you; there’s no undoing that, and I wouldn’t

Sylvie: I wasn’t implying you’re a serial offender

Sylvie: but in fairness, I was there, I know exactly how much you enjoyed cheating, despite the guilt

Jake: Because I was doing it with you, you should realise that, being there

Sylvie: I played a part

Jake: I don’t get off on the cheating, I get off on who you are

Sylvie: A tiny bit on the cheating, you can tell me

Jake: I waited until Mona and I were over because I wanted us to be something

Sylvie: We are something

Jake: Real, you told me everything we do is just fantasy

Jake: This is me showing you I’m committed

Sylvie: You told me you wanted to take care of me

Sylvie: I know you’re committed 

Jake: But you think I’m going to dip

Sylvie: I don’t want you to, not for anything avoidable

Jake: You don’t believe I’m locked in

Sylvie: How does not being prepared to lose you equate to that?

Jake: Why would you lose me when I am?

Sylvie: I’m not giving you a chance to change your mind

Sylvie: I would happily use all my powers for evil, every time

Jake: [sending her a pic of the back of her baby photo he wrote all over so she can see properly what he wrote for the first time, because nothing is more legit feelsy than the stuff he wrote on there or proves how deep he’s in this better than that]

Sylvie: I’m sorry, none of that came out how I wanted

Jake: [French] I’m more sorry

Sylvie: I am, I wasn’t trying to shit on anything, or make you feel embarrassed

Jake: I didn’t mean to pressure you

Sylvie: You didn’t

Sylvie: I just wanted you to know, to understand being with you is my priority over everything, labels included 

Jake: It’s been a super long day, that should’ve been where I factored stuff in, if anything

Sylvie: It sounded like a no, rejection

Sylvie: I can see it now

Jake: We’re tired, no wonder neither of us can see straight

Sylvie: Sorry I suck at this

Jake: You don’t

Jake: I got defensive

Sylvie: I do, though

Sylvie: and I really want to come to your second bar mitzvah, alright, so you have to keep being my friend anyway

Jake: I wasn’t listening

Jake: Some man, huh? Lacking basic communication skills, maybe by those 13 years into my second lifetime, I’ll grab a few and do better

Sylvie: There’s nothing wrong with your communication skills

Sylvie: though if you read one of my mother’s other books, you’d know that all men lack them, so you’d fit right in

Jake: Consider [the name of said shady book because he’s googled lol] my next hate read

Sylvie: You’re hot

Sylvie: and I’m crazy levels of serious about you, if that wasn’t apparent

Jake: Uh-oh, must be my toxic male rage boiling over

Sylvie: I was going to say you can hate fuck me next, but too soon, maybe, on multiple levels

Jake: [French] I can fuck you however you want to be fucked, in case that wasn’t equally apparent

Sylvie: [French] It’s so apparent what you can do to me

Jake: [French] Yes, I didn’t get the chance to clean your kitchen

Sylvie: [French] Or me

Jake: [telling her to get in the bath in a way that recreates one of the sexy scenes they were talking about]

Sylvie: [show him that you’re running a bath, and that you’ve brought a banana in from your fruit bowl because he’s inspired you to do your own practice, ofc]

Jake: You’re a committed fruitarian anyway, I’ve got to learn to pick my battles, or else I’m destined to end up a failing pacifist

Sylvie: Usually wouldn’t settle for anything but being hand-fed by you, but

Sylvie: needs must

Jake: Save me the sticker, I need it

Sylvie: I’ll take it off now so I don’t swallow it

Sylvie: [sticking it onto her lyric ideas sheet]

Jake: [send her a pic of your guitar case with a space circled where you’re going to put this, to remind her about that, because she’s been pretty distracted when he put it on the cold hard and wet ground etc, so she might not have truly clocked, or that might have even been a different guitar cos he has multiples, and knowing what we ALL know now]

Sylvie: Oh my God

Sylvie: and I really bought that you were just that annoying of a vegan

Jake: [French] What can I say? I love fruit

Sylvie: [French] Now I can be jealous

Jake: Show me

Sylvie: Show you what?

Jake: How jealous you can be

Sylvie: Are you encouraging my obsession?

Jake: [French] Are you telling me your obsession needs more encouragement?

Sylvie: Nn

Sylvie: You only have yourself to blame for the way I feel about you, that’s true

Jake: And you only have the banana to take it out on

Jake: [French] What a pity/shame [my fave phrase, quel dommage, hehe]

Sylvie: [French] Shame for you

Jake: [French] For you too

Jake: No fruit’s giving you the reaction I am

Sylvie: Are you saying I need to factor that in? You’re the expert; give me more tips

Jake: I’d hate for you to get disappointed

Sylvie: I’m thinking about you too much to be disappointed 

Sylvie: but I would hate to be disappointing 

Jake: I could watch, give you tips in real time

Jake: Authentic reactions, to motivate you

Sylvie: [French] Won’t you be jealous?

Jake: [French] Always, but it’s my turn, let me take it

Sylvie: I’m embarrassed

Sylvie: this feels like the first draft of a first draft

Jake: I’m sorry, baby, I won’t look

Sylvie: You can look 

Sylvie: I want to know how to make you feel the way you made me feel

Jake: You make me forget it’s your first time

Jake: [French] But I must remember

Sylvie: It was yours too

Sylvie: and I don’t think I blinked once

Jake: I stared at you eating my [whichever fruit he used out of the fruit bowl to be a heathen with] until my eyes ached

Jake: [French] Like I ached when I was eating you

Sylvie: [French] Fuck me like that

Jake: [French] Harder and for longer

Sylvie: I need it

Jake: I need you

Sylvie: I’m all yours

Jake: [French] I couldn’t last, your taste and your sounds drove me crazy

Sylvie: [French] I don’t want you sane

Sylvie: I’ve never wanted you more

Jake: You’ve never been sexier

Sylvie: Next time, do you want me to not let you move away?

Jake: I want to stay

Sylvie: I could pin you to the floor

Jake: Next time, I’ll convert you to my religion, see if it gives you the strength you’d need to find

Sylvie: Convert me, and you can never leave me for a nice Jewish girl

Jake: You’ve rumbled my plan, you know too much to be left

Sylvie: If that’s meant to be a threat, I’m not scared

Jake: [French] I don’t want you scared

Jake: It’s meant to be a turn on because you’re meant to be practising 

Sylvie: [French] Turn on isn’t adequate language, even in French

Jake: [French] Stop speaking

Jake: [and give her some tips on what to do instead, as a voice note so you are speaking lol, to make up for the fact language isn’t adequate and that this is in English for once, starting with breathing techniques (which you can then also demo with this audio to be thorough about it after talking her through it) because that’s y’all’s thing and step 1]

Sylvie: [send him audio of you breathing, trying to follow his example as closely as she can, but also just to let him know how unhinged you sound because it may be step 1 but you’re not waiting to start in earnest]

Jake: [say something, back to typing for this waffle, musically nerdy and encouraging about what a good song or backing track or whatever that would be, we know the vibes, and how you’re imagining what a good album cover she must look like rn etc etc, the point is motivating her but in very specific y’all type ways]

Sylvie: [taking a video of her licking this banana in the most indecent way possible at his motivation, maintaining eye contact because it’s so obvious that we’re imagining this is him and how much this is affecting her, writing her name from the base with her tongue and kissing the tip to finish this signature]

Sylvie: Mine

Jake: [giving the only acceptable response to this vid and how much he loves it by writing her another blackout poem with a page of her mum’s book (because she loves whenever he defaces it) using a banana yellow coloured sharpie lest we forget when he wrote this saucy af (hornier even than any of his songs thus far, if we can believe) poem and why, just waxing lyrical about how much he belongs to her and wants these banana antics to be happening irl, nbd, it’s another declaration of love just like asking her to be his gf, no lessons ever learnt, we love to see it]

Sylvie: You have so many sharpies, nerd

Sylvie: still a turn on

Jake: [use the flimsy excuse that you’ve gotta show off how many colours you have (and that you’re putting them to a very un-nerdy use which will be an even bigger turn on) to do another sketch of her being feral with that banana in your famous artsy abstract style, using a blank page from her mother’s book that they always have at the start (and you’re planning to gift it to her when your defacing of it is completely finished so she’ll get to keep these in the near future unlike your first one you did of her, which you’ve got on your wall) kinda cheating because the banana will obvs be shades of yellow and her mouth will be shades of red, both of which you’ve already used before, but needs must, lowkey almost giving her sneaky tips with the absolute scenes you’ve drawn, cos it’s giving 3 different panels or something, again being very artsy about it lol, but subtly because of said abstract cool style he has, because you don’t actually wanna tell her what to do when the time comes, you want her to just follow her unhinged thoughts, feelings and instincts like she is here and now]

Sylvie: Every new thing you make, I feel like I get to see more inside your head, know you better

Sylvie: and I like you more, I need to keep finding things out forever

Jake: [French] My forever is all yours

Sylvie: Fuck, I think you’ll be a really hot old man

Sylvie: is that weird to say?

Jake: I don’t care, our weirdness matches

Sylvie: Everything does

Sylvie: I should be suspicious

Jake: [French] When you aren’t so busy with the contents of the fruit bowl

Sylvie: You shouldn’t have opened my eyes to this way of life if you didn’t want me obsessed

Sylvie: [French] but you’ll appreciate how I’m going to show my endless gratitude for it

Jake: Who says obsessed isn’t exactly how I want you?

Sylvie: I know how you want me

Jake: That’s why I called you out for being a know-it-all the first time we talked

Sylvie: But now you’re thankful I can read you like a book

Sylvie: because I can give you what you want, not just call you out for it

Jake: [French] You always do, you know what it is ahead of me

Sylvie: [French] You had to set eyes on me to know I was missing from your life

Jake: You had to start a new life here

Sylvie: People think I’m crazy when I say I could be in [wherever her dad and Dua are bebopping rn] instead

Jake: People who are only looking at it as an extended vacation

Sylvie: Right, that’s their adventure, not mine

Sylvie: feeling like luggage isn’t fun, however unintentional that feeling is on their part

Jake: She’d have to ever go out, but it’d be like me crashing my mom’s dates, hypothetically

Sylvie: Yep, that’s exactly what it feels like, they’re still in that honeymoon phase, I’m not trying to spoil it 

Jake: I could tell when I looked them up online

Sylvie: Were you just being your usual nerd self or can I be flattered by how much you stalked me?

Jake: [French] I’m super cool so you can be flattered

Sylvie: I think you are

Sylvie: but it has been a very long day, like you said

Jake: [French] I miss you so much

Sylvie: [French] But I miss you more

Jake: I disagree

Sylvie: Feel free to state your case, but you’re going to lose this argument every time 

Jake: [French] Maybe I’ll let you win [+ ma petite from earlier because they were talking about missing each other when he used that then so it’s a perfect throwback]

Sylvie: Do you have a favourite picture of you as a baby?

Jake: I should give you a pic of me with a spoon hanging out of my mouth, now you’re behaving and eating

Jake: But I’d have to crop out my proud sister feeding me if you’re planning to still do unspeakable things to it

Jake: The backwards cap and sunglasses combo is probably safer, even though I’m slightly older in that one

Sylvie: [French] Make me sound like a deviant, why don’t you 

Sylvie: So, you’re telling me you’ve always been cool… and you want your hat back 

Sylvie: [picture of her hair and this cap now backwards because the way you ran off and stole that accidentally lol]

Jake: [a picture of some sunglasses and some kind of music magazine cos he’s reading one in the pic as a bub or a comic idk I can’t tell, but like well, spoilers but obvs you also need these to complete the lewk haha because of course he doesn’t want his hat back and actually wants to give her more of his things to keep forever, artsy, on his desk, not him holding or wearing these]

Sylvie: A recreation is something I could do unspeakable things to, whilst remembering how adorable you are and always have been 

Sylvie: I bet I can find one that fits that brief perfectly for you, too 

Jake: Deal

Sylvie: Shake on it? 🤝 

Jake: xxx? [because kiss on it lol]

Sylvie: [French] All day?

Jake: Tjs [always]

Sylvie: Am I allowed to miss you this much when I’m the one who ran away?

Jake: [send her a screenshot of when she said she wasn’t running from him, like yes, you are]

Sylvie: I had to

Sylvie: I didn’t want to freak out there, or in front of you

Jake: [tell her about a freakout you had the first time you ever performed on stage with your first band, like I understand, because it was so different from being a theatre kid and was so important and you wanted to slay it so hard that you freaked yourself out, we won’t think about the sick kid foreshadowing, it’s fine, and I’m evil lol]

Sylvie: Are you still nervous now?

Sylvie: You don’t seem it at all

Jake: Nervous excited, like a kid at Christmas 

Sylvie: Anticipation

Sylvie: I like that feeling, the beat drop doesn’t work without the build-up

Jake: [‘Exactly’ in French, for Winnie cos he loves saying it]

Sylvie: When I say it wasn’t personal, I mean me leaving has everything to do with my shit and nothing to do with how you were acting

Jake: You admitted you liked how I was acting

Sylvie: You already knew that 

Sylvie: you’ve been this cocky the whole time

Jake: Quietly confident, which is seriously un-American of me

Jake: 2 ri 1 [you’re welcome because Americans are annoying af]

Sylvie: [a French word or turn of phrase for being cocky, because I’m sure a good one exists even if I don’t know it, like lol]

Sylvie: Remember how much I like it

Jake: [send her a pic of your cockiest smirk, obvs]

Sylvie: No warning either 🥵

Sylvie: [writing ‘MINE’ all over this picture like she would the sharpie in person (using red, obvs) and send it back to him]

Jake: [write ‘yours’ inside of your lip like a mali tattoo with said red sharpie and send her a pic, hehe]

Sylvie: None of you is safe now you’ve put that idea in my head, just so you know

Jake: C bne id [it’s a good idea, bodged by me]

Sylvie: Ns sms [we are, also partially bodged]

Jake: T [you are]

Jake: The best, no warning either

Sylvie: True, I could’ve let you know before I ghosted you the first time

Sylvie: that I was saving you from yourself

Jake: I was saving myself for the piercing; you could’ve let me know you were running away

Sylvie: That’s your main concern

Sylvie: I see how it is, boy

Jake: [French] You could be more concerned

Sylvie: [French] Are you dying?

Jake: [French] I should’ve been

Sylvie: [French] Are you telling me you’re keeping score?

Jake: [asking her ‘aren’t you’? In French because she certainly was when they were being feral at the gig lol and she needs that reminder]

Sylvie: That was almost definitely when you owed me

Sylvie: it’s slipping my mind now

Jake: I should’ve written a tally on you

Sylvie: You just love the humiliation ritual 

Jake: [French] Are you telling me you hate it?

Sylvie: Nn [the hardest of nopes]

Jake: Nn?

Sylvie: [French] I should be ashamed of how much I enjoy it

Jake: [French] You love it

Sylvie: Oue [forever uncasual now]

Jake: & koi mnt? [and what now? Because throwing it back to their 1st convo forever, this time in a happier way thank god]

Sylvie: Can we take it back to when we were going to watch [whatever movie(s) you were talking about earlier]?

Jake: I’d love to

Sylvie: Popcorn can be vegan, surely

Sylvie: you should go get some from [whatever corner shop is near both of y’alls]

Jake: [tell her about how most movie popcorn is because they use coconut oil and ‘buttery salt’ being a lil nerd but also reminding her of the cinema date they were gonna go and have set a date and time for because you can mention that cinema by name and if they do or don’t]

Sylvie: Of course the butter is a lie

Sylvie: just add it to the list of movie magic

Sylvie: [share a fun fact about a film, like them using asbestos for the snow in wizard of oz but a more niche one that is you two coded]

Jake: [ofc join in with your own niche film facts, about these films you’re gonna watch or the director or another film they’ve done or the actors have been in, so it’s adjacent]

Jake: Can I get you anything?

Sylvie: I’m full of [whatever he made her]

Jake: Too full for [whatever he’s guessing her fave niche cinema snack is, rightly or wrongly cos y’all don’t know each other as well as you feel like you do yet]?

Sylvie: Tempting, or [your actual fave]

Sylvie: but I like that the only thing inside me right now is food you made me, crazy as that probably sounds

Jake: Or I’m just tempted to stand on your doorstep again for a do-over, crazy as that probably would be

Sylvie: I can’t even remember letting you in

Sylvie: and I hate that

Sylvie: Folie à deux only, going crazy on my own sucks

Jake: You were protecting yourself, but next time, let me

Sylvie: [French] I’ll try, it’s new for me

Jake: [French] We’re new for each other, it’s a lot

Sylvie: A lot doesn’t mean I don’t like it, nor does being scared of some parts of it, it’s still what I want

Jake: Idem [which is French for ditto, just learnt that hehe]

Sylvie: I believed you when you said you wanted to take care of me

Jake: You don’t need me to, I still want to

Sylvie: [French] What if I do?

Sylvie: Un peu

Jake: [in French, ‘the pleasure’s all mine, which he has said before, because it’s more extra]

Sylvie: I never want it to feel like history repeating itself for you

Jake: [nerd out for a sec about how repetition isn’t a negative, like how you said effort wasn’t earlier for love’s sake, because genuinely you love having her on a loop in your head and echoing back all these throwbacks for vivid reminders etc etc, relating it to all the songs you’ve written and the lyrics that repeat because we love that in a song, like how she talked about anticipation and the beat drop but more in depth for emphasis of how much she doesn’t bore you and never will]

Sylvie: [send him the first song you have sent him at this point, titled ‘ddd’ and it is just ‘we need to talk’ repeated in English and French over and over because dance music, you really can go all in just having a line and working around it and of course that would’ve stuck in your head when he started your break up convo that way]

Jake: [the way I know damn well he’s playing this obnoxiously in the street rn because walking to the corner shop for snacks and he’s not gonna wait, so when he gets there he will also be playing this for the corner shop man and proudly telling him that she made it and gushing about it and her so ready yourself for some #content he’s gonna send of said corner shop man grooving like it’s a music video he’s created for this bop, and she will recognise him and know this is real cos they live close by each other lol]

Sylvie: I’m taking that as two thumbs up from him

Jake: [send her a pic of this man doing two thumbs up haha, you’re also in it sir because I need her to see how genuinely happy he is rn after the angst of earlier and that he genuinely could not love her more or this song, baby, and his entire face and body language is SCREAMING those things atm]

Sylvie: I’m going to need your shades to go get milk in the morning now, feel so famous 

Jake: I’ll buy you a pair, which ones do you like?

Jake: [and filming the random selection this man has like lol]

Sylvie: The [and saying whatever kid-branded ones, because there’s always a peppa pig or paw patrol popping off for the children], of course

Jake: [send her a pic when you’ve bought them and she’ll know you secured the bag and aren’t joking because you’ve drawn lil sharpie hearts on the lenses so no returns, and yes, he is planning to leave those on her doorstep, love that he brought his sharpie with him to the shop but not headphones, iconic priorities, posed on the top of his whurls while he walks and for this pic]

Sylvie: You’re so

Sylvie: just existing in the world looking so perfect like it’s nothing

Jake: For the low cost [however many euros these children’s sunglasses did] anybody could look this cool

Jake: [French] A bargain

Sylvie: You learned it from the best, baby you

Jake: Be honest, did I peak at [however old he was]?

Sylvie: You didn’t peak until you met me, obviously

Jake: Until I performed for you, I hands down peaked on stage that night

Sylvie: [French] For now

Jake: Oue [to very uncasually agree]

Sylvie: When are you performing next?

Jake: [whenever you’ve next got something scheduled, which is clearly giving not as soon as you’d like aka asap, so hence]

Jake: [French] But that’s a very long time from now

Sylvie: Forever 😔

Jake: [repeat it back in french cos you couldn’t agree more]

Sylvie: Maybe we can find some open mic situations before then, even if you have to go it solo

Jake: We could duet

Sylvie: We should

Jake: [look up some open mic nights and send her the deets, obvs put xs next to the dates on this list you can do, for the kiss of it all, would be confusing to somebody else lol, like he’s saying he can’t do those, but she’ll know and he’s already done hearts on the sunnies so it’s nice to go back to the OG]

Sylvie: Let’s do all of them

Jake: You won’t get sick of the sight or sound of me?

Sylvie: No one could

Sylvie: even if they hit every one too

Jake: T trp 5pa [you’re too nice, done this way to bastardise and borrow from that’s not nice which they love using lol, even if I think gentille is more technically correct]

Sylvie: [French] Not yet

Sylvie: 12c4 [one of these days, because will she ever get to touch him properly, tbc lol]

Jake: Lpf [next time]

Jake: Bi1to [real soon and song ref 5ever]

Sylvie: And you’ll keep your hands to yourself, or we’ll never be even

Jake: [French] I can’t promise that

Jake: Unless you’re promising to tie them behind my back with your new bandana 

Sylvie: Posibl… [possible instead of impossible here, like hmm, I shall think about it]

Sylvie: Id2kdo, monsieur [the great idea part of the ‘I have a great idea’ text speak, even though there are simpler/more correct ways of saying this for sure]

Jake: 1trec…? [interested?]

Jake: G bcp c kdo [I have a lot, it’s a gift, bigging himself up cos she loves when he’s cocky hehe]

Sylvie: You thinking for me is the only gift I need

Jake: [French] And your sunglasses 

Jake: I can’t stop thinking about how musically gifted you are

Jake: The talent behind that track 

Sylvie: You like giving me things, I’ve technically not asked for them, not all of them, anyway…

Sylvie: There’s something there, right?

Sylvie: You can give me feedback on the rest, long as you’re honest

Jake: [nerd out for a sec about how good this song is, not just giving her compliments but being technical about specifically why it’s good in ways I cannot]

Sylvie: It’s been a while since I finished a track

Sylvie: as finished as they ever feel, when you could keep messing with them forever, y’know

Sylvie: whatever else I was feeling, I was endlessly inspired, give you that

Jake: You give me a piece of your mind in the unfinished ones, I bet

Sylvie: Peut-être

Sylvie: but really it was at myself, more often than not

Sylvie: like surprise, that lad who was all over you as soon as look at you is kind of a dick, welcome to the world, babe

Jake: Baby

Jake: If I’m putting forward any feedback

Sylvie: I’ll take that on board if you say it out loud

Jake: [do a voice note because even though you’re literally on route to drop off these sunglasses you couldn’t possibly wait, like you couldn’t to listen to her song, hence saying it in English and French, like said song]

Sylvie: You’re right

Sylvie: that’s so much more impactful 

Jake: Is this our first time agreeing on something?

Sylvie: Oh no

Sylvie: that can’t be good

Jake: [draw a tally mark on your arm with the red sharpie like lol I must keep track of how loved up we are, in ref to their convo earlier losing track, send her that]

Jake: When are you dropping the (xxx) remix?

Sylvie: What colour shall we do the disagreements in? Invisible ink, so you don’t look totally unhinged? 

Sylvie: I was thinking I could turn it into a mixtape, but there’s no satisfying conclusion yet

Jake: No spoilers, but the endings of [the films they’re gonna watch] might inspire you

Sylvie: Or we’ll finally commit to fucking or fighting before the credits roll

Sylvie: let’s see 

Jake: [repeat her ‘let’s see’ back in French with … because you’re dropping these sunglasses off lol, as y’all don’t live far from each other I can use that as my perfect way to let her know without letting her know because he’s intending to just leave them for her and not come in or anything too extra after the day they’ve had]

Sylvie: It’s clear I should still be angry at you, and humiliated 

Sylvie: that was the intention, from Mona, anyway

Jake: It’s clear you’re not

Sylvie: It didn’t feel good, watching you two

Sylvie: but I didn’t stay with Bobby because I was ashamed, like

Jake: I didn’t use her to get back at you or vice versa

Jake: She wants to make it that clean cut, it isn’t

Sylvie: It’s always been a mess

Sylvie: but if I ask you to come in now, it only becomes even bigger of one 

Jake: [French] And if you don’t ask?

Sylvie: [French] It’s me trying, as hard as I can

Jake: What if it becomes another regret?

Jake: I’m already not brave enough to keep a tally as is

Sylvie: We can make up for lost time

Sylvie: you thinking about your ex can never be taken back

Jake: You could come outside

Jake: [French] A compromise 

Sylvie: [French] Sounds an awful lot like agreeing 

Jake: [not you drawing a line using the trusty red sharpie on the literal cold hard ground, not at all casually, because you’re trying too]

Sylvie: I feel like an idiot

Sylvie: like I ran off from my dad in the shops and then had to come back tail between my legs because it’s scary being on my own

Jake: [tell her an adorable story of you doing your own runner as a bub and how far you absolutely did not get because you’re so close to your mum and sister and too much of a good egg not to feel bad immediately, to cheer her, you hope, because it’s giving an even more laughable attempt than when I couldn’t get down my steep drive]

Sylvie: Why were you leaving?

Jake: I don’t even remember what massive injustice prompted me now

Sylvie: Just that a silent protest wasn’t cutting it

Jake: To a busy mom, hearing herself think’s probably classed as a treat

Sylvie: Know what you mean, was going to say it likely wouldn’t be my daddy looking for me, but sounded too tragic for words

Jake: I went looking for you

Jake: Before I talked myself out of it and turned back

Sylvie: Have you turned around again yet?

Jake: [show her that you’re standing in the exact same spot where you’ve drawn this line, as if you’d also drawn an x on the ground and can’t move from it, taking an artsy pic of just your shoes and said line which you’ve not crossed lol]

Sylvie: [come out to this spot and make a point of LOOKING at this line for a hot minute before you can bring yourself to LOOK at him, because are genuinely quite embarrassed by your crashout there, but also fully aware that you still want to cross every line with him but thinking that the timing and situation at present means you should hold back, handing him the baby picture you want to give him over this line from your side]

Jake: [nodding towards wherever he left these sunglasses for her, thank god the flat above the pub does have a separate entrance so he doesn’t have to just leave these on the street for any drunk random to pick up, because he knows she’s embarrassed and she should put them on to help, like in Big Daddy, what a film, smiling and taking her baby photo when he realises that’s what she’s offering him, even if he’s internally kicking himself for not bringing his along, LOOKING at her as a baby for the longest time, cannot take his eyes off this, not at all casually]

Sylvie: [I had the exact same thought about the sunglasses, and thus she’s putting them on and smiling at him for the reference as well as the gesture, even though it logically changes nothing, it shamelessly does make her feel better, the way he’s LOOKING at her baby pic makes her feel all kinds of things that she was already struggling against because he said he looked for her, folding her arms/lowkey hugging herself and holding herself back because way to make this difficult, sir]

Jake: [soz that the struggle will continue to be real because he’s taking that sharpie and again uncapping it with his mouth in a hot move and writing every compliment or positive word of affirmation and encouragement etc etc for her baby self on the back of this photo that he can think of, just like he said he would, because fuck her rude mum making her feel bad, taking his time over this so rudely considering she’s standing there unable to see what he’s writing, but he simply must because there’s so much he’s likewise holding back from saying out loud rn, eventually (after what would feel like forever) recapping the pen and blowing on the ink in another hot move, only putting this photo in his eco friendly reusable shopping bag with his movie snacks when he’s sure it’s 100% dry and won’t smudge, it’s giving when he wrote on his notes app on the bench or she fixed her makeup and he watched her through his phone, all those energies]

Sylvie: [getting on her tiptoes to lean over this line like she truly can’t cross it but must do everything else in her power to try and see what he is writing rn immediately, losing balance as he’s putting the picture away because you’re too !! even if you could only see some of that writing, he’s being too hot, reaching out for his arm to right herself and converting this into holding his hand over the line, giving it a SQUEEZE trying to convey some of what is going unsaid here]

Jake: [even though he’s busying himself putting this picture away that won’t stop him from using his dancer’s reflexes, famous as they now are to y’all, to right her immediately, so they’re cinematically both reaching and crossing the line at the same time, it’s stunning and yet another moment ™ between y’all that seems choreographed and perfect, as if that was totally casual though, then rummaging in his bag to find a new vape he bought from the shop cos lest we forget she killed his and still has his cigarettes and lighter as of running away, I want everyone to know it’s a rechargeable one, after their flirty argument, because even though he isn’t waving it at her like SEE she’s still gonna clock, blowing a cloud of smoke (tell me why I just know it’s a ‘flavour’ he thinks she’d like that he’s deliberately chosen) over the line at her because she blew vape smoke sassily into his face to mock his OG flavour choice that night on the bench first, suck it Mona, and then he did a hot af blowback into her mouth first, so that energy is being reclaimed and recreated here as much as it can be whilst respecting the line and the holding back of it all] 

Sylvie: [iconic vibes like this are exactly why you don’t want to stop, actually, you only feel like you should because of the bullshit that Mobby have brought to the table on this day, but neither of you fools is here right now, and all we care about is holding this boy’s hand and grabbing the other one to get a better look at this vape because he really did THAT ‘does that count as agreeing?’ because your flirty argument worked, of course, and he wasn’t already considering rechargeable vapes lol, opening her mouth to indicate that he should let her steal a toke and also just to do some more shameless flirting here and now]

Jake: [I hate that mobby are ruining lives because that’s exactly what they want and how dare they win, making me heated, but at least you two aren’t thinking about them atm just me, we’ll take that, raising a beautiful eyebrow as he looks at the tally mark he drew like you tell me, should I add another one or not, then catch him doing a slay ballet move which doesn’t count as crossing the line if reaching to steady her doesn’t and he isn’t touching the floor on her side, to get closer and pull her closer to him but likewise not technically over the line, idk ballet but you know the vibes, not fully lifting her over or anything like he did with the table at the gig, but very much pushing the limits and showing off to blow this vape smoke directly into her open mouth]

Sylvie: [staring at his lips until she has to screw her eyes shut from the sheer effort it takes not to turn this blowback vibe into a kiss when that’s all she wants to do, you would think this vape is the best tasting/smelling thing of all the time, the reaction it is getting, which is truly a reaction to the proximity of their faces, whispering ‘I miss you’ in French, as if he is miles away still]

Jake: [leaning in like he’s gonna do 2 cheek kisses hello but doing one on each of her scrunched closed eyelids instead, so lightly they could almost be air kisses, doing a gentle forehead touch like an encouraging nudge even before he says ‘open your eyes’ also in French, because he misses her too obvs, very much, his tone exactly like he is a dad she ran away from in a shop and he’s not mad he’s just so so happy she’s okay, as full of love (if not more) as when he told her to get dressed earlier, then, because he likewise could not want to kiss her more but is forcing himself to compromise (again) bringing back the eskimo kiss energy to nuzzle her face and be even closer than they were]

Sylvie: [somehow scrunching her eyes even tighter shut when he kisses them, making an OH! sort of sound, almost as if she’s physically pained by it, definitely at the seeing stars and colours point behind her eyelids, which only feels right, still opening her eyes the second he tells her to, of course, even if nuzzling each other is going to make you crosseyed, so be it, failing miserably at keeping her breathing normal, it’s already unhinged, like holding back is equivalent to running a marathon for y’all ‘stop rebounding’ like it is something he can switch on and off like that because so badly want to invite him in and are mad that you “can’t” tugging one of his curls over the line, like you’re going to take that with you too, pushing his sunglasses up ontop of her hair so they aren’t in the way of y’alls eskimo kissing, looking effortlessly stun, duh]

Jake: [doing such a dramatic intake of breath when she opens her eyes even though he told her to and should be expecting it and even though she’s wearing the sunglasses he drew all over so he can barely see her eyes anyway, just that in awe, soz not soz, his own eyes are giving the most intense af heart eyes of all time for that eye contact because he couldn’t be more in love, hence, the exhale is as dramatic against her lips and more than just the sigh because it 1000% contains the word ‘baby’ again, as he’s been obsessed with saying and calling her that since the voice note and he’s equally devastated he can’t turn his feelings off or come inside, really really wishes he could, needlessly but very much needing to fix her fringe for her when she pushes her glasses up, a shameless excuse to be combing through it with his fingers always] 

Sylvie: [matching this sigh on steroids with her own because exactly how it feels, babe, you’re so right for that ‘you suck’ said like you’re the best and ILYSM, also against his lips by this point, which is 0.0000 degrees from making out and yet we’re not quite crossing that line either, however much being called baby makes you want to, looking at him whilst he fixes your fringe and then looking at his bag where he has your baby photo now ‘did you recognise me?’ the answer being yes, as we know you’ve barely changed lmao but emotionally there’s such a weird disconnect for this girl as we know and that’s more what is being hinted at here]

Jake: [doing another ballet move to spin her around because that’s also how this headfuck of a day feels, so dizzying and overwhelming and an emotional rollercoaster, but as much so he doesn’t cross the line of kissing her when she tells him he sucks like THAT lol, when she’s back in her same spot post spin, LOOKING at her and telling her he’d recognise her anywhere, using the French idiom ‘Je te reconnaîtrais entre mille’ which is literally I’d recognise you out of a thousand, but means the same thing, because to him she hasn’t changed and he can see that little bub in her rn LOOKING back at him and there’s no disconnect at all and his eye contact is saying exactly that]

Sylvie: [truly, the dance of it all doesn’t even feel like a metaphor at this point, you’ve been up and down and back and forth literally and figuratively, hence ‘you’re a good partner’ being said in French, because at least you’ve been on this ride with him and not going it solo, which you can’t even imagine how bad that would’ve sucked ‘I’d rather you break my heart than give it to anyone else to hold’ in a stunning display of saying the quiet part out loud when he’s looking at her like that, because you can just pretend you were being French and dramatic (should you need to) but we all know you 100% meant that shit]

Jake: [we can pretend his taking a step back is part of the dance of it all and steadying her again after spinning her but really we all know it’s because he doesn’t feel like he has been a good partner or handled any of this well despite how badly he wants to be one and a good person in general, very much glad to have her but not feeling like he deserves to in this moment after receiving that compliment, we can also just pretend the shake of his head is to fix his own hair too instead of disagreeing with that statement but we all know, immediately being right on the line again as close as they were before when she says her second one though, because he has to hold her about it, without pulling her over said line, because she couldn’t have said something more peak romance, inspiring another off the cuff lyric that he’s blurting out in response]

Sylvie: [we see you sir, and instantly regret using the word partner (even though the dance reference was obvious) because now it feels like that’s why he’s pulling back and all you’ve done is remind him of his actual girlfriend and the mess that was made there, luckily you saved yourself with your second line and thus you aren’t being given enough time to step back and freak out yourself, and thank god, instead add to his lyrics in a ?]

Jake: [Oh Jacob the lost little boy you are rn, god bless, as evidenced by not bringing his own baby photos along when I’m sure you would’ve had time to grab them before going to the shop knowing you could give them to her because she lives close enough even before you knew you’d be delivering sunglasses or anything, lose yourselves in the musical collab for a sec lads, this is the first time you’ve really inspired and created together in person and we know he’s living for having someone who doesn’t just wanna be a muse and nothing else, it’ll stop either of you freaking out or getting angsty, and it’ll mean he can draw a tally mark on her to match his because they’re agreeing about these creative endeavours so that’s fun]

Sylvie: [have your moment, guys, impromptu as it is out here on the street, tell him you’ll send him all the other tracks when you get inside and that he can sample them if he wants, because she has definitely sampled whatever was recorded at the gig, as well as things he has sent her, in her songs, along with doing her own remixes of his stuff, shrugging as if that tally mark is casual because ‘can’t disagree’ rubbing it with her finger but only when she’s sure it’s dry to make doubly so that it’s not going anywhere ‘and I was prepared for you to be lame too’ because before she heard his music she just assumed his friends were gassing him up]

Jake: [where else, it’s so fitting for y’all honestly, always in public or semi public and never alone, girl we know it’s mutual and he’s forever creating using everything she’s ever sent him too, as soon as this craziness dies down and he gets a proper chance to, he doesn’t even need to tell her that because it all goes without saying, as does the fact he’s shamelessly blowing on that sharpie for her to make sure it’s dry like he did after writing on the back of the photo, watching that hot move make her lil hairs stand up wherever it is on her body and it’s obvious he’s thinking that the mental picture he’s taking would make another good album cover if it was real, looking back up at her with a grin when she sasses him because forever loves to see it and remember how she did in their first convo, oh how far y’all have come and fallen for each other, scuffing the line on the ground with his shoe as if he can playfully try and erase it without her noticing ‘I’m prepared to take constructive criticism’ like tehe come at me any time you wanna disagree diva]

Sylvie: [just telling him that you’ve taken pictures of yourself when you’re turned on to see the subtle ways it’s totally obvious, like the hair standing up on end, dilated pupils, flushed cheeks and sweaty palms, etc., etc., because you can see him taking that mental picture and you’ve done the same but also have done it literally to see what other people can/he sees when he gets you that way ‘Oh, I know’ because we know how much you enjoyed arguing and you barely got to, putting her foot ontop of his atop this line, almost challengingly, like we can start brawling in this street right now if you like lmao, grinning back]

Jake: [taking the opportunity to slowly and deliberately take note of each of these subtle yet obvious turn on signs my boo listed whether or not Sylvie herself listed them out loud because he’s picking up what she’s putting down and searching them out regardless to tick off his mental checklist, ofc, painfully aware of his blue balls from earlier and how obvious that has been the entire time at different points from their random bench to now, playing footsie via playing a lowkey game of jenga over whose foot gets to be on top and who is therefore winning, because being competitive is something else he isn’t encouraged to be and so it’s nice he gets to have fun with it here, I also see you subtly trying to trip her so she falls over the line because that doesn’t count as pulling her over]

Sylvie: [can’t pretend to be scandalised hard enough to cover how much you actually love it ‘I can’t believe you’d play so dirty’ as she makes him catch her over this line because it’s clear that’s what he wants and why not, they’re your rules, and they’re made to be broken if you wanna, wrapping her arms around his neck and legs around his, so if she goes down she can take him with]

Jake: [he likewise can’t pretend to do anything but love being called out for cheating haha, he was being blatant about it for a reason, and that reason is exactly this scenario so I’m gonna say they do end up hitting the deck so that he’s lying on the line and she’s lying on top of him, shielded from the cold hard ground like she was from hitting the wall, because that’s cinematic and perfect that technically they’re still both on and not over it (thanks to his reflexes once again) and he gets to be smug and cocky about that fact how she likes him to be, calling it a clean victory in response to her saying he was playing dirty, because he very much feels like a winner with so much of their bodies touching and her weight on top of him in a way it has never gotten to be because they’ve yet to be able to properly lie down together anywhere, making such a happy noise about it, despite the less than ideal setting]

Sylvie: [you simply must, iconic behaviour, the heart eyes he’ll be getting are enough to make it worth it, but we all know it won’t end there, looking at her wrist, then his, whether either of y’all actually has a watch on rn on not, because need to be like what time is it without actually caring to know, the point is y’all are outside a pub on the floor so you look so wasted and it’s clearly no o’clock for that and we are very amused by this because what sort of good boy does this, kissing his wrist when she picks it up, looking like she’s going to commit some vampirism but instead is feeling his pulse against her lips and smiling ‘I will miss you having a girlfriend’ adding ‘a little bit’ in French because it sounds sassier ‘but I could always get a boyfriend’ tilting her head to look up at him like how do you feel about that, because you know damn well how he feels about that and thus you gotta tease him lol]

Jake: [I didn’t put a watch on his ootd and I’m assuming she isn’t rocking one either considering she dressed in a daze so that makes it sassier as a gesture, the it’s 5 o clock somewhere nature of these antics yet again is so funny, it’s giving when he slid down the wall to sit on the floor as if drunk when they wanted to be feral at the gig and thus giving this boy VIVID flashbacks of that and their antics then, turning him on more than he already is, making him do the hottest of hot lols because what are they like, no lessons learned ever and he couldn’t be less soz, his pulse and breathing both turning insanely !! because for a moment he thinks she might be giving him a matching wrist lovebite for the one he gave her on the bench earlier and we all know they love matching, they’re wearing matching smiles though because in no way is he also not, until she starts teasing him anyway and it changes to a frown so comically fast like he’s still a theatre kid and practicing different expressions in the mirror, could not hate the idea of her getting a boyfriend more, rubbing HARD on the tally mark he drew on her to show how much he disagrees, it’s giving nn hehe ‘or you could be my girlfriend’ not at all casually, because he’s in a jealous and possessive mood now]  

Sylvie: [never learning, never changing, not soz, you love to see it, and this gal loves how she can feel exactly how turned on he is again because it’s rude when they’re any further apart than this, as far as she’s concerned, these flashbacks are hitting her too, like always and once again it’s as if none of that headfuckery outside of this exists, her own heart skipping a beat when he frowns because OH NO, WATCHING him rub this tally mark and pouting like hey, how rude but it’s so !! ‘how would that work?’ as if the idea of being a girlfriend is so foreign to you]

Jake: [whenever y’all get together the biggest issues are pushed aside for your horniness on main and I love that, how real and consistent for the loved up teens you are, STARING at her lips when she does that pout because forever obsessed with them even when she isn’t drawing attention to them so he’s got no hope of finding any chill when she is, kissing her so aggressively and possessively, it’s giving the OG party when he was throwing her around the kitchen vibes, uncharacteristic but actually characteristic to who he really is and she knows him to be, because exactly like this, is the only acceptable answer, even if it would have his mum and sis turning in their metaphorical graves]

Sylvie: [mhmm, and thank god for that, you don’t need to be angsting ahead of time, you want to live in the moment, and all you know is you always do when you’re together and you’re running with that, MOANING the second his lips make contact with hers because unironically feels like years since you kissed and the injustice of this is felt so keenly as soon as it’s being rectified, it’s giving playfight that would look like a real fight ‘til you got close enough to see they were just being feral and would be like GET UP lmao, please walk on by, peeps, they gotta do this, all her kisses are questions because need him to keep answering with more and more !! intent, thank you]

Jake: [very jali of you lads, they’re literally always on the ground being feral, I love to see it, everybody else keep it moving, there’s nothing for you to see here and they certainly don’t need to be filmed again this soon lol, it absolutely does feel like years and years since their last kiss to him too, hence echoing her MOAN with his own of her name into her mouth so it’s beyond clear he’s thinking about only her in this moment ™  and not his ex, jemily know it but it’s nice for her to be as sure after the day they’ve had, saying ‘stop fighting’ like she said stop rebounding but he’s continuing to playfight and dryhump be more and more !! so it’s also obvious af he doesn’t actually want her to ever, it’s just adding to it]

Sylvie: [at least they’re usually in the middle of nowhere lol, just being a holy show here and always, entirely unrepentant, like y’all didn’t get filmed and blasted everywhere like that, that there wasn’t a cheating scandal and the aforementioned fallout, god bless, soz the only thing she cares about is how he says her name, and getting him to do it again, however she must, hence making it abundantly clear how much she likes it by moving against him in a way there’s no mistaking for fighting but you can both pretend lmao, shaking her head when she’s managed to get hold of his bottom lip with her teeth, just to really tug on that and register how much she’s not gonna stop fighting him]

Jake: [mhmm y’all are literally being feral smack bang in the middle of town without a care in the world, kinda iconic tbh, as ever they’re too in the moment ™ to care about anything but each other and every sense of how all this feels, tastes, smells and sounds, that’s enough sensory overload without factoring in the random pubgoers or tourists or whoever, thank god none of their friends are stopping by for a drink on this day at this o clock, hooray for the party clearly going too hard the night before, anyway, there’s no mistaking the way he PULLS her hair in retaliation for his bottom lip either, which is the first time he’s done it with such !! intention, it’s got tangled around his rings and been slightly pulled before or he’s had his hands all up in it many a time, but this is a legit first and you’re both so welcome because how into it he is and how his body reacts even before she’s properly reacted would be ridiculously unsubtle, really pushing his hips into hers with as much force]

Sylvie: [tourists keep walking, we say, and you would, this isn’t the red light district, and you can’t get involved lol, and these two fools do keep getting in trouble, it’s only not badly so because they are seen as just annoying teens to be moved on, this couldn’t feel any more real to y’all though, making everything that came before seem that childish and nothing in comparison, however much we have to bait him with talk of boyfriends, was on the cusp of GASPING about his hair pull in it’s own right but then his reaction hits and it’s turning into a slew of French swears and his name said like a plea]

Jake: [honestly lads you don’t know how lucky you are that Tess isn’t coming out here and pulling the Lorraine move of throwing cold water over us as kids because she was fuming we were making mud pies in our best clothes after she’d gotten us ready to go out, what you’ll be getting if any of these passersby blab, I fear, but what’s actually happening rn is you two are living your best lives, when she says his name like THAT (not to mention the swearing which we always know he loves) breaking apart the makeout sesh as roughly with another hair PULL (because he’s got a taste for it now, baby) to repeat his earlier gf request, changed slightly, because 1. it’s in French to match her swearing and when she was earnest and dramatic as hell earlier, which lead them here and 2. he’s saying his what would be ‘you should be my gf’ as ‘you must’, how French can be, letting her know how !! he is about this, emphasising every word with increasingly urgent and deliberate movements until he’s doing the absolute most by the end in the exact right spot, because the ‘my’ and the ‘girlfriend’ have to hit the hardest obvs]

Sylvie: [my boo says you will be getting traumatised, I just hope hope bar boy isn’t on shift rn lmao, he doesn’t need to hear about y’all out here like alley cats because that’s exactly what it's giving, feral, only getting increasingly more so because he’s being so hot to her right now, here panting harder and harder with every movement from him ‘you tell me that I am’ with the same emphasis used, because got to make it abundantly clear that that’s how it is and whatever he says you are is fact]

Jake: [winnie says he hopes he is on shift and he will find out cos he loves the drama always and forever, meanwhile I say sir we’re putting them through quite enough at the min thanks to mobby’s nonsense, pulling his lip out to show her IRL cos lest we forget he wrote ‘yours’ on it in red sharpie earlier and sharpie is hard to remove so I’m sure it’s still there even if it’s been fucked up a bit by this hardcore makeout and being inside of his mouth as opposed to somewhere else on his skin, because it’s important to point out that the fact is he also belongs to her she doesn’t just belong to him, before he starts making out with her again like his life depends on it ‘you’re mine and I’m yours’ being said into these kisses, in both English and French, with more dryhumping being used as punctuation] 

Sylvie: [that rascal wants chaos all the time, I do love his cheeky ways, this reminder of all the sharpie antics is sending this girl in the best way, biting his lip way too hard as a result and pulling him in close to comfort him dramatically, laying his head on her chest and stroking his cheek so tenderly in contrast ‘you can call me your girlfriend, your baby, your whore, your property… just claim me’ like as long as the ‘my’ is there, it’s absolutely fine because it is to us, letting her hand stroke down his cheek to his neck, pushing his top down to touch as much skin as she can, like he needs this and it isn’t for feral intentions]

Jake: [while keeping his head on her chest and listening to her heartbeat, writing all of these things on her all over her body, over clothes and under where he can, with his fingertip, in French and English both, once again, with extra pressure and emphasis on the ‘my’ part of it every single time without fail, saying each of them (only the ones she’s already said but he’s gotta try them out for himself after hearing her, obvs) out loud as he do (shoutout to him therefore saying whore in English for the first time ever, that alone is so important), losing himself for a sec in the different ways there are to write gf on her in French, hence he can’t be getting the sharpie out yet or she’d be covered, of course including every nickname he has given her thus far and writing ‘ma vie’ too as a nod to the nickname he hasn’t given her officially out loud at this point but I’m sowing the seeds as always, she isn’t gonna be decoding all of these on her own in written form but she’ll be getting the ‘ma’ repetition without his verbal help and that’s the important thing, as well as very tickled lol, and when he does get the sharpie out, eventually it’ll be ‘ma…’ for ‘my’ which he does write on her lip, the … as lil hearts, because what else, he simply must, thank god it’s only 2 letters because his hands will be shaking doing it, because he’s so !! (for once) not remotely letting the ink dry before he’s pulling HARD on said lip and kissing her again so they’re both gonna have dramatic red spit but that’s part of the fun and it means he gets to write it again if he makes a mess of it] 

Sylvie: [still watching every place he writes with so much focus, trying to decipher all of them even though you definitely can’t, you get the point that’s being driven home here with the ‘my’ repetition and you’re as about it as him, obviously, nodding every time like he needs the confirmation that you are, in fact, his lol, and he will have to write on her lip again because wants to know what he wrote so bad because can’t see that and even if she had time to ask (and she very much doesn’t) she couldn’t possibly when the urge to kiss him is just as strong when she sees him shaking like that, pulling him into her like there’s anywhere to go when y’all are on the cold, hard ground but close isn’t close enough]

Jake: [soz diva if he had any chill he could’ve taken a pic for you first but he absolutely does not and that vibe is only set to continue until y’all lose control entirely so, hence he’s saying ‘open your legs’ in French, into this makeout with such indecency and !! to the point where it sounds nothing at all like his ‘open your eyes’ of earlier, which we all know she is going to comply with immediately (because close isn’t close enough indeed, that’s the entire theme of the saucy dream winola gay the oracle gave me haha) which will earn her the proudest daddy smile and heart eyes at how quick she did it (and how much wetter he can feel she is) but that’s as immediately turning to frustration when none of his hot moves mean he’s inside of her rn, damn clothes lol, GRABBING at her waist and booty so hard and so desperately still trying to achieve the impossible, noises of frustration escaping and becoming ‘encore’ eventually because he needs more of her and for both of them to keep trying, sucking on her bottom lip like he did her earlobe earlier, like it’s a clit again, GROANING into her mouth because it’s way more frustrated than a moan, groping her boobs aggressively because if he doesn’t touch her he’s gonna lose his mind and this is the most PG way available, despite the fact he’s making it quite unPG pretty soon when he goes under her top because over wasn’t enough, and he simply must pull on her nips to cope with not being inside of her and the absolute injustice it feels like it is]

Sylvie: [oh lads, we really should be stopping y’all because once again, not a thought to where you are, but you’re just having too much of a good time, so, no thoughts to not doing what he says, or letting him do whatever he wants to do, his name MOANED between your red-stained lips and into his mouth because if you don’t force your tongue into it as far and as hard as you can, you are going to make an even bigger scene and you on some level feel the danger in being caught and stopped if that happens, and you cannot let that happen when you need to touch his skin, shivering at how soft his stomach is when you run your hands down it, unprepared for how !! that was going to make you feel, hence taking your time to get to his belt with your exploration, feeling like you might cry with the GASP you do when he starts pulling at her nips, pinching his soft skin as if you’re mad but really you just want to make him as on edge and are working out how to do it]

Jake: [I’m gonna let y’all finish because you certainly did in my dream and what winnie says goes so he must’ve decided you deserve it after the pharmacy angst and everything we’ve put you through, it’s FINE, it won’t take much longer with how feral you’re being, and I’m already being evil with the seizure foreshadowing in how he’s writhing underneath her on the cold hard ground when she touches him like that, breathlessly calling her a good girl, but ‘MY good girl’ this time, in both French and English because he’s proud again about everything she’s doing, adding ‘no holding back’ because they both were when he first got here but they’re incapable of it now, emphasising how good she is and how proud he is by continuing to play with her nips every single way his fingers possibly could, getting his dad’s ring involved too, because if the bench is part of their lore and not sacred neither is this]

Sylvie: [win said it’s non-negotiable and we say okay lil man, can’t get on his bad side, and you two have been through it today (and are gonna continue to go through it, soz) so pop off huns, absolutely scrambling to undress him when he says this, just enough to touch him but not have anything visible, which is easy enough, when your bodies are crushed together like this, though that makes said unzipping more so, the struggle is only making you more frustrated and that’s only making you more determined, sounding like a baby for real when trying to explain how badly you need to touch him in French because you keep stumbling over the words or using slightly wrong ones, just here dying, nbd]

Jake: [at least she’s gonna know the dying is mutual af because the second she even tries to touch him he’s gonna be going insane at the prospect because she hasn’t had much chance and he didn’t think she’d necessarily be taking it here and now out on the street, he couldn’t be more buzzing that she is though, whenever she eventually manages to make contact with more than just his zip, such relief at his blue balls being even slightly dealt with that he’s sounding like an animal, acting like one too with the way he’s once again PULLING her legs apart because he feels like he could cum immediately and if he did (we’ll again be kind and say you don’t instantly though haha) he wants it to feel like he’s doing it DEEP inside of her, holding her in place by GRIPPING onto her hip bones for dear life because his whole body is trembling as he pushes himself against her hand, calling her ‘baby’ again, his voice HOARSE as per, but again with the ‘MY’ this time, in both languages, adding cute new adjectives every time she adorably stumbles over her words or gets them wrong to let her know how into it he is]

Sylvie: [giving such ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this’ shock but in the best and most heart eyes way possible because he is giving her everything with his reaction, and there’s no need to be remotely nervous about how new this all is because it’s so clear that he is about what she’s doing, y’all are always on the same page about what you want and that shouldn’t even surprise you by now but it still does too, hence you’re adding to your babble about how much you want him inside you too and touching him in such a way that it does look like you’re sort of trying to achieve that without actually making any true progress because you’re far too turned on to get there, pouting up at him like ‘what have you done to me?’ because feels like the biggest mess and is OBSESSED with it]

Jake: [he’s equally shocked, both that this is actually really happening and that it feels like this because somehow y’all are outdoing yourselves every time and it shouldn’t be possible and he shouldn’t be surprised it’s always THIS good and yet, hence he’s determined to give her all the encouragement in the world until he literally can’t speak, so doing it in the form of every OTT cutesy gf nickname France has to offer (and ‘my’ ofc) that y’all would normally refrain from using in an average convo he can bring to mind, some of them are definitely coming out slightly wrong or getting muddled up because it’s his turn to be so !! and turned on his brain is mush lol, lowkey getting panted out the more she touches him because he can’t cope but needs to keep running his mouth, speaking of, pulling her bottom lip into his when she pouts at him, running his teeth over the ink until he’s just biting down, moaning incoherently whilst trying to tell her how beautiful she is, and how the way she’s touching him feels and how close he is, and how talented she is at this, and that she should never stop]

Sylvie: [‘how could I stop? You need this’ like it’s a medical emergency and that deadly serious, and we MEAN it, too, only refraining from kissing him because you want to hear everything he has to say and you wanna hear it CLEARLY, getting more feral (and entirely unconcerned with your surroundings, again) the more he speaks (and the harder that becomes for him), replying with equally breathy and hoarse !! speech, tongue licking his lips and teeth in a way that seems purposeful when it’s a pure happy accident of needing to run your mouth ‘and this is what I need to be doing, all the time’ like it’s a higher calling or something because no plans to ever stop, regardless of how close he is, only pushing her legs even further apart because you both want that if he’s going to]

Jake: [as sincerely saying, in French ‘I need to cum, it’s my gift for you’, pour toi because that and pour moi are their thing even when not necessarily grammatically correct, gift to ref earlier when he was being cocky earlier, but also all of this is just being said simply because the NEED is that strong and that imminent he HAS to verbalise it even though his body is already letting her know, MOANING her name into her mouth at that happy accident because he’s thrilled about it and just to really emphasise who this is for and that he isn’t thinking about his ex remotely, she’s never been further from his mind, especially when this gal opens her legs wider, NODDING his encouragement frantically ‘take it all, it’s yours, I’m yours, empty me’ being blurted out in increasingly desperate French as further encouragement she doesn’t need] 

Jake: [he’s likewise acting like they’ve got nothing but time because if what she’d said about him staying hadn’t been enough to make him initiate the longest makeout sesh they’ve EVER had, her reaction to the wrist lovebite would be, he’s that !! they have to immediately kiss about it for a VERY VERY long time, so if anyone’s on the bench with them it’ll definitely be getting vacated asap because they’re insufferable, not only for how long this kissing will last but how disgustingly he’s going about it, as part of feeling like they have all the time in the world but also that he has the most !! to get out via it in the world, being so thorough, leaving no part of her mouth unkissed or unexplored with such slow and deliberate intensity, not caring if it looks aesthetically pleasing for these passersby like he did not at the venue either because once again it’s not performative for y’all and you barely exist, making as much noise as he wants into her mouth whenever he wants and being as messy as he wants, it’s very important here in this moment, as is moving to match the vibe, just wordlessly promising that he isn’t going anywhere rn, they are STAYING together in caps, literally and symbolically]

Sylvie: [you guys deserve an intense and transformative makeout, tbh, it’s been a night and you you need reassuring that not everything is awful and that actually things can be better if you want them to be, this girl here feeling like she’s never been kissed before period, never mind kissed by HIM, it’s a total revelation how right and incredible this feels, hence having to pull back to LOOK at him like oh okay, because is this how it’s going to be now things have ramped up and feelings are even more serious and confirmed, taking his hands and putting them around her waist so he can move her however he wants]

Jake: [mhmm they absolutely do, even though he hasn’t technically told her he loves her yet it’s vital that he shows her here and now on this bench that he still loves her and just how much, they’ve been going through it and the Bobby reveal could’ve gone very differently if he’d taken it differently, which yes is on y’all lowkey choosing denial atm and not processing, but it’s also on the depth of his feelings, which we all know he has already at these early doors, LOOK back at her for a charged moment ™ to really emphasise your point and your emotion, PRESSING hard into her fresh af wrist lovebite before she takes his hands and puts them on her waist, likewise holding on there for dear life as he moves her in a very dramatic X, obviously, it had to be]

Sylvie: [we know it’s being said wordlessly here on this day, by both of y’all, scares and wakeup calls have been had and you need to reaffirm and cling together in this moment, it can be processed and addressed at a later date lol, right now silently gasping into the space between their mouths in this moment ‘I’m still yours’ being said so her lips touch his as the words hit, because nothing has changed, even if something did happen with Bobby, again, something that feels totally irrelevant here and now, nodding as dramatically as he moves her because exactly ‘always yours, only yours’]

Jake: [yep such big bombs have been dropped on this day, it’s no wonder you’re clinging to each other like this or needing reassurance that things haven’t changed, both can be and are true, ‘you’re going to kill me’ spoken in French against her mouth, because he said she made him feel alive last night and she said earlier that she lives for this, but again, both can be and are true, especially in french because the orgasm/little death of it all, adding, also in French and also against her mouth, likewise as a breath ‘but even then, you’ll stay mine’ doesn’t even believe in the afterlife because he’s jewish, and the focus is on this one, and yet, get you a man who, double meaning that he also isn’t gonna just run away when the post nut clarity hits either, here or when they go to hers after the pharmacy, never again basically will it be like the phone call fiasco]

Sylvie: [grinning at him when he says this, meaning her teeth are grazing against his lips instead, nodding slowly and certainly like yes, I am, because it feels like all you want to do lowkey, not just in times of peril when you’d like distraction, it’s a full time need, replying in French ‘even when you’re 83 with your grandson’ because add birth and marriage to things that won’t change this fact as far as you’re concerned, saying ‘you’re stuck with me’ also in French but purposefully getting it wrong and making it stuck to me instead, because both are true, and you are thrilled about that]

Jake: [explaining to her, in english this time, that the afterlife is unknowable (because that’s a popular Jewish belief hence they focus on this one and making this world a better place) but he knows that he’d still find her somehow, a not at all casual thing to say, adding that when he’s 83 he’ll recite his Torah reading directly to her (to remind her that he hasn’t forgotten she wants to hear the other one, and to hardcore right the wrongs of them not knowing each other when they were 13 by making it clear yet again that they still will at 83) making EYE CONTACT from this insanely close proximity to demonstrate as if they are at this 2nd ceremony and how it will be, because I can’t let you mention marriage and birth directly sir she is not even your official gf keep your mouth shut about it even if you’re currently picturing in your head what your kids with her might look like haha, when she deliberately gets that french wrong and he knows she has and is equally thrilled about this, peeling her off him slowly like she is stuck and sticky, only to pull her closer to him and with such !! force like she will actually stick and be unremovable] 

Sylvie: [the least casual thing to say and you know we’re always on board and obsessed with how unhinged he can be because it matches exactly how she feels, nuzzling her face into his tee anew and for much happier reasons this time, trying to cope with how insane everything he is saying is making her feel but there is no coping and it’s only making the way she moves against him so much more needy and insistent, fully on reaching for him like a fussy child when he moved her away for that millisecond there like no, you cannot, attaching herself to him even harder like a little limpet when he brings her back, starting another intense makeout ‘I missed you!’ being repeated into it in both languages, because even 0.01 seconds away from him is far too long, thank you ‘you can’t leave me a day, not once in those [and however many years it is now ‘til 83]’ LOOKING at him and nodding her head like copy me and promise me, so seriously lol]

Jake: [he likewise cannot cope with the tee now being front and centre to their love story the way the bench is except by matching her move for move with his own insistent and needy energy, LOOKING and smiling at her like a proud father again when she reaches for him like a fussy baby, making comforting noises into the makeout like that audio he sent but x 1000 and touching her in every comforting way he can think of whilst very much not being capable of coherent thought and just running on these vibes, stroking her back, her hair, every pulse point on her body, her stomach where he gave her the heartshaped lovebite and she did the most insane x, anywhere he knows others are, her earlobes and the stunning earrings therein, anywhere and everywhere basically, switching back to French to tell her that he wishes he could find a way inside of her, the right now not needing to be said because they’re still dryhumping with urgency, and his hands are finding her waist again to tug at whatever trousers she threw on when she was getting ready in a daze, as if he can pull them down enough to do just that, while copying her and promising, ofc]

Sylvie: [something about him feeling comfortable to bring up his dad and be honest about his feelings without her ever asking or encouraging him to but he just instinctively knew he could, you love to see it, just like she loves when he brings out the daddy behaviour, opening her mouth like you can get inside me that way, but also because too stunned to speak at everything he’s doing, asking him, in French, where you are, like a lost tourist but it’s because how truly irrelevant it becomes when y’all are together, like she honestly couldn’t tell you how far you got towards the pharmacy, nor does she care one bit about getting undressed if he asked her to for real, hence helping him with her fastenings like he’s totally serious and she can just whip them off here and now so he can be inside her, nbd]

Jake: [exactly that, same as he instinctively knew taking Mona to the bench was as much of a no as it was a yes when this gal, and when he’s in his sick kid era soon he’ll instinctively want to go to her first and almost will before he’s then spiralling about not wanting to look different to her etc, anyway, here and now, no hesitation in putting his thumb into her open mouth because she’s fussy baby and that feels correct, which is doubly iconic cos I’m gonna specify that’s where he’s wearing his dad’s ring too, I didn’t earlier but fight me I’ve just thought of it lol (because in my head his dad had a bigger ring size than him and was just a bigger man than this tiny twink boy in general, which is why he almost lost it before trying to wear it on the same finger his dad used to which it was too big for, it all tracks) ‘you’re here with me’ in French, because the only thing that’s relevant now or ever, soz pharmacy, we will get there eventually I swear, PLAYING with these fastenings as seriously as he did her button on his dad’s bench because they both would if they could haha]

Sylvie: [mhmm, it doesn’t need to be a conscious decision to hit, baby, we all know what we’re saying here, this girl did not know he was actually gonna follow through and put his thumb in her mouth for real though so she’s shook in the best way, no hesitation in going to town on it like they aren’t in public, show some decorum, honestly, giving him the biggest and realest hearteyes from this POV when he says she’s with him because what more could she ever need to know, chewing on his thumb and making unintelligible sounds because not removing it to try to talk nay nay, just enjoy how feral that sounds because whatever she was saying can be assumed from the indeceny of the NOISE]

Jake: [the way his gf only knows the bare bones of his dad lore aka how old Jake was (which she used against him, rude hoe) and that the man was sick for a while before his death hence his mum’s a nurse now, but not what with or any of the true tea (except his feelings he’s putting into songs she’s heard if any, she might only know how many he’s written, which again she was a bitch about) is so telling and so gaggy, like this gal already knows more and we love to see that, meanwhile he loves to see her thumb sucking antics, STARING at it as if he’s the one in a daze or he’s never seen a mouth before never mind hers because always and forever in awe of hers and what it can do, treating her like a hungry baby (because she actually was hungry hence he made her food in the first place) when she’s chewing on it, using that french baby speak to ask her if she is, while he empties his pockets (one handed for as long as possible so she can keep his thumb) to see if he can find anything, because those combat trousers I put him in have many, laughing when he pulls her mum’s book out because even if it’s small-ish it’d still be annoying to sit there with it in/sticking out of his back pocket but he hadn’t even noticed because this girl is so distracting, standing it up to screen them slightly from the many passersby and for the illusion of privacy, but also so that it’s open on the defaced author’s photo so her mum has gotta be an audience for these antics (and the praise he’s gonna be showering this girl with constantly now she is watching) because we hate her and we hate that she’s ever made Sylvie feel any less than iconic, the crumpled up post it note will be making it out onto the bench with the rest of the contents because I need her to know and be able to see instead of it being thrown away, shoutout red sharpie too because he also brought that with the book (if they wanna write on each other at any point), finding no snacks though and frowning so adorably at this pile of stuff on the bench next to them like how dare you]

Sylvie: [yes, if anything you will be feeling very validated in your choice not to share any more with Mona because what you did was used to shame and roast you, which isn’t even to mention her being so rude about your sister for no reason, not that you’re concerning yourself with that currently, and why would you, when you can concern yourself with turning this girl on more than she has ever been lol, conflicted because surely says a lot about your issues that this is killing you like this but can’t bring yourself to care enough to deny yourself and you’re not sorry about that, fuck you mother lmao, making even more of a show of practising oral on his thumb here now, like don’t be sad babe, I can eat you; my boo said I will bring back the post-it and no one can stop me, this girl picking it up and looking at it like oh? because you aren’t going to know it was for you just from seeing it initially, so we’re amused thinking he was doing some impromptu on the go signing on his way, picking up the red sharpie and tracing (with the lid still on) xs all over him in the same spots she remembers doing them on herself with the earring]

Jake: [I said I simply must bring the post it note back and it’s believable to me that he could just drag that out unthinkingly when he’s emptying his pockets in a slightly frantic manner so I can, thank god they do have this bench to themselves because antics aside he’s now also covered it in crap lol, he’s not sorry either though, at least until she do be studying the post it and it looks like he’s just keeping a crumpled up signature in his pocket like a weirdo, so blurting out the explanation that it was on the casserole dish, scratching his head like you do when you feel awkward/shy like I hope the reminder of earlier doesn’t ruin the vibes even though he obvs isn’t saying why he took it off out loud, it’s still blatant, trying to just focus on the fact the initial gesture of giving the food he made her his official ™  seal of approval and her a keepsake of his signature is a cute one and then lose himself in the feeling of those xs she’s tracing all over him, closing his eyes at the sensation and the memories of her doing hers on herself in every spot (and so he doesn’t have to look at her and blush cos he was a nerd) until she’s done and there are no more to do, then taking the sharpie from her, taking the lid off (with his teeth in a hot move) and drawing a tiny red x on his left ear where the piercing is gonna happen, like it’s an operation and he doesn’t want the surgeon cutting off the wrong leg lol, but really just to remind them both that it’s gonna happen, and keep the vibes up]

Sylvie: [smiling at his adorable awkwardness in the face of this signature reveal, pulling his hand out of his hair and giving it a SQUEEZE because you understand and aren’t mad about it, ‘keep your hands out of MY hair’ the word my said with such !! seriousness, so he knows you’re determined to not let this kill the vibe, pocketing this note with the same energy, smoothing it out against her leg, wishing there was no fabric between her skin and the piece of paper, and so moving it instantly from the jean pocket to putting it in her bra, biting her lip when the temperature of her fingers and the paper brushing against it makes her nip painfully hard, doing a sharp intake of breath and LOOKING up at him excitedly ‘even your fucking name…’ whispering as she shakes her head ‘everything about you, boy’ him proving her point so flawlessly with his hot move, snatching back the sharpie and drawing her own xs (as small as her shaky hands can) on his nose and lip and acting like she’s going to open his mouth to do his tongue too, like he did to her earlier ‘matching’ said in French as she hands the sharpie back and gestures that he can draw all over her too and moreover they can do all these piercings to each other (which no, you won’t be really but you would let him and that’s the point) ‘forever’ added in French too as she kisses his ear that she is actually going to pierce, far more gently than she clearly wants to go to town on it like he did hers because doesn’t want the sharpie ink to come off, so settling for everywhere but the earlobe to be truly feral on, telling him you can’t wait to get him home, pouting against his ear because you can’t go right now immediately, sighing ‘but you said I have to be good, so I’m being a good girl’ going to get up off his lap and to pull him up by the hand like ugh, come on then]

Jake: [the possessiveness with which she said that MY is everything to him because that’s the level he always is about her, doing SUCH a big swallow about it so he doesn’t blurt out all the extra af THOUGHTS in his head like he just blurted out the casserole dish sharpie saga, as if they’re as casual or cute when they are nothing of the sort lol, watching her antics with this post it note when she’s smoothing it out and pocketing it, and retaliating by pulling his cap down on her head like nope can’t look at you atm actually (even before she’s been more feral about it) with the playful energy that his ex gf should’ve had with his hoodie last night but didn’t because she’s a big bitch, the lip bite hitting even harder for it because it’s only being emphasised by making her lips extra visible while her eyes are temporarily hidden, then he’s so in her grill righting said hat on her head as the LOOK hits and is returned by him from that proximity, gripping the brim harder than he should be and keeping hold of it to keep her that close for a moment ™  only breaking the insane eye contact (and his hold on the hat) to STARE at her hard nip while she draws on him with her shaky hands because all he wants to do is touch her, so ferally, in so many places, to the point his are shaking from holding back as he does her trousers up that she unfastened earlier, to at least avoid the temptation of publicly fingering her when it’s this public, taking a big deep breath that is nowhere near as steadying as he hoped it’d be but he’s gotta try, before taking the sharpie and drawing little hearts (like the heart over the e of his signature because they both have one in their first names as a shared letter, we all remember) where she drew xs on him, so they are matching but hers are even more adorable, drawing around her earrings on both ears too as bigger hearts because they don’t need to be pierced but they shouldn’t be left out, as he works, humming new song snippets yet again that he’s inspired to come up with, his free hand doing a little drum on the jean pocket she OG put the post it in, so it isn’t left out either, then taking the sharpie and writing his ‘good girl’ french text speak Tb1, because it’s been a minute since he’s used that, and where better to put it than somewhere between the big x she scratched and the heartshaped lovebite he did, to make her entire stomach look like art, and cheer her from the ‘downsides’ of having to behave well, he’d love to put it underneath where she stuck the post it note but she can’t be getting a tit out here in front of this many people, soz lads, this a good compromise though, and speaking of, putting away everything he got out of his pockets (so that they’re more ready to go than all his possessions being strewn everywhere) except her mum’s book (still positioned to watch them) which is how you know he isn’t really letting her go yet, pulling her back down onto his knee (for the good girl/daddy energy) before she has a proper chance to fully get up, saying ‘pas encore’ because it means not yet, but encore is also their thing and he also hasn’t said it for a minute so had to say it in French instead of English for that reason, wrapping his arms around her with so much !! finally letting his fingers brush the post it note (and reassure himself it’s still stuck down her bra) and her hard nipple (feeling brave enough to risk doing a lil blink and you miss it type SQUEEZE of said nip too because of how she squeezed his hand) as he pulls her close to him, before burying his head in her chest to do more of the same, breathing her in as if he’s trying to inhale that bit of paper lol, nuzzling into her other nip to make that one painfully hard too, so it also isn’t left out, adding, in French as well and using pas encore again to do it, ‘I haven’t finished with you yet’ for added emphasis and daddy energy] 

Sylvie: [likewise, keep your thoughts to yourself, girl, because we know they are so beyond extra solely based on the ones you have expressed to him, you wouldn’t wanna take it too far now lol, scoffing at him temporarily blinding her with his cap like he’s cheating to win, like the cheek of it but soon stunned into silence when he’s making all the EYE CONTACT and holding her in place via it, trying to lean in to kiss him but obviously being stopped by said cap brim getting in your way, this paired with him doing her trousers back up making her the grumpiest baby coded she has ever been, even though he absolutely has to and you do get to enjoy just how difficult holding back CLEARLY is for him, doing a bigger sigh to one-up him nevertheless because got to let our disdain for the pharmacy and real life be known, this sigh turning blissful and !! when he’s drawing the hearts all over her, because even before she sees that he’s done love hearts, and that’s beyond adorable, it just feels good, and you love getting his undivided attention like this, trying your best not to mess any of this drawing up with your breathing, but losing all control when he does the one on her stomach like that, hurriedly handing her phone to him because the ‘take a picture immediately’ doesn’t need to be vocalised, it’s all in her eyes, baby, vocalising without her consent just how she feels about him pulling her back and doing all THAT, however, calling him papa without a single thought and leaning in to kiss him again, making sure to really rock into it on his knee ‘don’t ever be done with me’ and writing the text speak ‘never’ onto the back of his neck]

Jake: [I’ll try not to write an absolute essay this time, excuse me, I still don’t know why that was so long lol, take the time you don’t have sir to commit to a full photoshoot because we all know he isn’t just taking a pic of the writing on her stomach but the other carnage there too and every heart he just spent time sharpie-ing and her wrist lovebite, in every artsy, this should be an album cover way possible, only pausing to lovingly tuck her hair behind her ears before he photographs them, or if his hands are shaking so much the pics are blurry and he needs to take more, (he’ll be keeping the blurry ones though don’t worry, that’s very much part of it for you both) sending them all to himself when he’s done to obsess over later, including some pics of her just wearing his hat because never over her wearing anything of his, he’s a massive clothes sharer as she’ll come to find out firsthand and would already know about him and his ex, god bless that twink body haha, speaking of obsessed, that French daddy is HITTING and she’ll know about it with how insanely he’s kissing her back and bouncing her on his knee at the same time]

Sylvie: [go for your lives, huns, this girl not giving a thought to being any kind of mess, even though she arguably is, because that doesn’t matter now you’re together, and he is this into how you look, obviously, it’s absolutely the feeling behind it all that matters, hence you will be obsessing over these photos just as hard later despite them being of you lmao, only realising you said that out loud and in person when it hits him and he’s reacting how you would want him to, saying the least sorry French sorry anyone has ever said into a makeout now]

Jake: [soz not soz he’s only ever encouraging her to be a mess and right here right now is the opposite of an exception, this boy is out here showing her just how sorry he isn’t in front of any passersby and her mum’s photo (lest we forget haha) by doing the absolute most to make her cum all over everything before he’ll allow them to get up and go to the pharmacy, being even more blatant that this is is his only mission or vaguely coherent thought rn and what he expects from her with how he’s sliding his knee up between her legs at the perfect angle and applying the right amount of pressure, going from bouncing her like a baby like this is all fun and games to rocking her in such a deliberate way so she’s fully grinding against him like she did at the venue, because this is in fact serious ™  no notes and nothing to see here people, they’re just making out on a bench, mind your business, asking her, in French ‘do you remember?’ the tone ™ as if he’s teaching her how to do this (as well as she did the first time) cos she so baby/little girl on top of simply reminding her of the already vivid memories]

Sylvie: [we will never forget, truly feels so unhinged about it, but has had just about enough control not to say anything that would sound so weird to the people that are milling around y’all lmao, no one needs more of a show than they’re already getting, thank you, this is truly the only restraint you are showing at this point though, and who can blame you when he’s making it so clear that he’s trying to kill you, dramatically nodding your way into pressing your forehead against his as if that’s the only way to hold yourself up ‘like you taught me’ replied in French too, your tone giving pure 🥺 because yes and yes, also first time, lest he ever forget lol]

Jake: [oh lads you’ve done so much feral shit together in such a short space of time and always with an audience, never change, he’ll never forget her virginity reveal and Bobby simply cannot and will not take that away from them, because even if something did happen, he’s her first anything and everything before that and it’s so important and what we’re clinging to during these trying times, not that he’s letting himself think about any of that atm, all he’s doing is returning the forehead press until the feels are too high and he has to bite the peak of his cap about it, not hard enough to lift it off her head because no no she’s gotta wear it forever and ever but it’s giving teeth marks in the plastic cup vibes, leaving a visible reminder for her of his !! whenever she wears this again because ofc she’s gotta keep it, holding her up and onto her tightly by putting his arms around her stomach, locking his fingers together like a seatbelt, so he can PRESS really hard onto the lovebite he did through her clothes without risking smudging the sharpie he also did, lowkey making it difficult for her to breathe as well which he knows she’s into]

Sylvie: [you simply mustn’t think about that, huns, because the last thing we want is that possibility tainting anything between y’all, that’s the focus right now, whether it should actually be working out what happened with Bobby is frankly irrelevant because she doesn’t want to, and she always wants this with this boy, soz not soz, call it denial if you wanna but we know what we prefer and it’s this boy squeezing the life out of us like a snake, no notes]

Jake: [my boo says focus on what you’re here to do and she’s so right for that because they have a pharmacy to eventually get to, and we can leave it there when they do if we need to, as we know the vibes of Jake taking charge etc, for the aftermath and piercing stuff to be picked up later when the real world lets us and we next write y’all, so keep making out and doing these leg antics until you kill her please sir]

Sylvie: [grr, mad at the world for doing us like this, the only way we could carry this on easier is if she freaked out when getting the pill and was like, actually nope, gotta run and you can’t come in, ‘cos then we wouldn’t be doing paragraphs? I could make a case for it, if we wanted/or we could do something easier, because we still have 3/4 days to kill before your parents are here so we probably want a lil something]

Jake: [it’s up to you if you want her to react like that or not, as she’s your character and a case could be made either way, if we want y’all in a happier place we can leave y’all and pick something to toe dip or just keep going for these days and see how far we get, we gotta do what feels correct not what my parents’ visit is trying to force us to do]

Sylvie: [as much as that sucks for y’all, it kind of makes logical sense, for it to all hit at once and you to be like oh shit this is actually real, let’s try that vibe out and go for it, she’ll be dead quiet the entire time they’re in there, beyond talking when she needs to reply to the pharmacist, who’ll probably take her to the side how they have to like are you okay ‘cos Jake is taking control which could be giving controlling, so then that question has you like well actually no and you gotta leave as soon as you can and run until you’re alone, not even the first time she’s run from him lowkey, unwelcome reminder this time though]

Jake: [it does make perfect sense that reality would hit then, the way it hasn’t yet, and wouldn’t even when they’re making their way there still in a loved up bubble, especially when Jake is accidentally looking like an abusive partner and they have to ask you welfare check questions, awkward, he’s really gonna look controlling when he’s trying to stop her from leaving and get her to talk to him instead and she’s literally running for her life, soz pharmacy staff, it’s not what you think, dead that they’re covered in sharpie for this, looking insane]

Sylvie: [please do not call the police on them divas, it’s not quite as bad as it looks lol, I also thought the same thing when you were covering yourselves in sharpie, very immature and unserious to be going to get emergency contraception, it was all fun and games until it wasn’t and reality smacked you in the face]

Jake: [this boy thinking he’s gonna get in trouble with the police for the 2nd time in as many days is quite funny, or would be, if it wasn’t so devastating, we already pissed on his parade with the casserole dish delivery and now this, he had adorable plans to buy her a lipstick and put it on again for her because that caused a vibe shift at the venue and he wanted to reclaim it but nope, not today, diva, they’re already under ireland’s legal age of 17, probably shouldn’t have also drawn all over yourselves and advertised the fact guys, but hey ho, no regrets until there were]

Sylvie: [there is much amusement here, but not for you guys, just jemily, absolutely gutting for y’all once again, soz everything is being ruined, but that’s sort of the mood of the moment thanks to Mobby]

Sylvie: [once she’s ran home]

Sylvie: Sorry, don’t try to come over, I can’t do this right now

Jake: I got the message, it’s all good

Jake: Please eat something, though, [the takeout she mentioned in their first ever convo], if you can’t face what I cooked for you

Sylvie: Don’t be nice to me

Sylvie: you’re treating me like I’m sick, and I’m not

Jake: I won’t be apologising for caring

Jake: [French] I’m not sorry

Sylvie: You have your own stuff to sort out

Jake: I already have

Sylvie: Really

Sylvie: totally dealt with, is it?

Jake: As much as I can right now, yeah

Sylvie: You haven’t dealt with how you feel about it, like, at all

Jake: I wasn’t claiming to be evolved enough to process it all in a day

Sylvie: The point is, you don’t have to process it if you’re distracting yourself with me and my problems

Jake: No, the point is, you’re more than a distraction from my problems

Jake: And sure, we didn’t smoke something which had me convinced I’d solve yours overnight, either, but when you reached out, waited for my help, you saw me as somebody you could lean on in a crisis

Jake: So I’ll keep trying to show you can trust your gut instincts, even when mine blow up in my face

Sylvie: I’m not another cause for you to get behind

Jake: Cool, we’re on the same page then

Jake: Because I’m not saying that

Sylvie: You don’t need to say it

Jake: You don’t need to open up about what happened, but I wish you felt like you could talk to me

Sylvie: What is there to say?

Sylvie: I probably lost my virginity and can’t even remember it 

Sylvie: because I was fucking sad about you

Jake: Both of us agreed earlier, you probably didn’t

Sylvie: Only because we don’t want it to be true

Sylvie: there’s no real way to know

Jake: There’s no real way to objectively define virginity anyway, the whole concept varies greatly between individuals, cultures, and sexual orientations

Jake: The hymen stuff is a myth; it’s about control and shame over women’s bodies 

Sylvie: Don’t start with that shit

Sylvie: I mean I either have or haven’t been penetrated by a penis, like every other straight person in the world means it

Jake: You haven’t been penetrated by me, that doesn’t mean what we’ve done is meaningless

Sylvie: I’m allowed to care, Jake

Jake: I’m only asking you, don’t shut me out, Sylvie

Jake: [French] I care too

Sylvie: It was too much

Sylvie: they thought you were forcing me to take it

Jake: It was a misunderstanding, they were doing their job, protecting you from a potentially coercive boyfriend

Sylvie: It doesn’t bother you, to be seen like that?

Jake: If they weren’t taking their responsibilities seriously, it’d bug me worse

Sylvie: I’m glad you have your priorities so thoroughly in order

Jake: My priority is you getting emergency contraception

Sylvie: I shouldn’t have even told you, it’s not your responsibility 

Jake: We should be able to communicate

Sylvie: About this?

Jake: About whatever

Sylvie: I’m not going to ask you how the sex was to prove a point 

Jake: What would that prove?

Sylvie: That it’s uncomfortable for us to talk about each other being with other people

Jake: Uncomfortable because you can’t remember

Jake: Because you took [this drug] with somebody who’s basically a stranger, and you blame me for putting you into that situation

Sylvie: I don’t, I shouldn’t have said that, alright

Sylvie: that’s fucked up, it was totally my decision 

Jake: A decision you made thanks to ones I did

Sylvie: I’m perfectly capable of fucking up by myself

Sylvie: I barely know you either, I’ve got form for it at this point

Jake: I can’t do this if you’re just going to lie

Sylvie: I’m lying because I’m not saying what you want?

Jake: You know me

Jake: [French] Better than anyone else

Sylvie: But what if we’re just telling ourselves that, to excuse what we want to do, have wanted to do from the moment we first laid eyes on each other

Jake: I didn’t have to tell you about my dad being sick; you didn’t have to tell me how long it’s been since you last saw your mother in person

Sylvie: I wanted to

Jake: I wanted to tell you about Sam, about Mona

Jake: Everything I’ve said to nobody else

Sylvie: I wanted you to know why I was like this, to not count me out as some bitch 

Jake: Count me back in, I’m on your side

Sylvie: This is indefensible 

Sylvie: and so fucking stupid, seriously

Jake: You made a mistake, I’ve made a bunch of them

Sylvie: I wanted to get wrecked

Sylvie: that doesn’t make it your fault, it’s just why I stayed

Jake: You stayed after I left with her, us getting back together’s why you wanted to get wrecked

Jake: It’s totally my fault, it just is

Sylvie: You had every right

Sylvie: my feelings are my responsibility, isn’t that a therapy talk favourite?

Jake: No, I didn’t, I knew you had feelings for me 

Jake: I ignored them

Sylvie: You had stronger feelings for her

Jake: C cpl [it’s complicated, because we all know it’s not as simple as that lol]

Jake: I had history with her, different feelings

Sylvie: It’s the same difference to me, respectfully 

Jake: [French] They’re not stronger than the ones I have for you, believe me

Sylvie: You don’t need to make me feel better, in fact, don’t

Jake: I need to be honest, with you and myself

Sylvie: You honestly wanted to leave with her, that’s true 

Jake: None of our relationship ended up being based on truth

Sylvie: No, but that’s a new development and nothing to do with me

Jake: [French] I wanted to leave with you first, I always think of you first, that’s a new development too, but it’s still true

Sylvie: I’m easy to want

Jake: Today hasn’t been easy, I still want you

Sylvie: Well, I’m so sorry

Sylvie: You’re acting like I asked you to come, it was your idea, you offered 

Jake: Nn chu dsl [no, i’m sorry, stolen from convo 1 exactly as written because I like doing that, because he’s sorry she’s going through this]

Jake: Not about coming with you, I’d offer again, any time

Sylvie: It won’t happen again

Sylvie: I can’t act this stupid just because you make me feel it

Jake: [French] Whatever happens, I’m here

Sylvie: You think I’m going to do it again, make it a habit?

Jake: Why would I think that?

Sylvie: That’s how it sounds

Jake: My support isn’t pharmacy-specific

Sylvie: I don’t want help like some sort of charity case

Jake: I don’t view you through the lens of a charity case or cause

Jake: [French] You want to fight with me

Sylvie: I guess it’s just how you talk to everyone

Sylvie: [French] We can’t be friends

Jake: Let’s stop talking for a minute, before one of us says something we regret

Sylvie: Well done, very patronising 

Jake: You’re equally determined to take every word wrong

Sylvie: Because we’re talking around it

Sylvie: you’re not being honest about how you actually feel

Jake: Because I don’t hate you?

Sylvie: I didn’t bring up hate, you did

Jake: You’re looking for an extreme reaction, to bait me into an argument, like the last time I wouldn’t let you ghost me

Sylvie: Because what we do together is fantasy

Sylvie: we’re playing, and it’s everything I could want it to be because it’s not real life

Jake: Maybe you’re playing around, and that’s everything you want

Sylvie: Do not make it a me problem

Sylvie: you had a whole relationship that’s only fallen apart for unrelated reasons, I have always been just your plaything 

Jake: Nimp [never mind because she is doing his head in lol because she’s never just been his plaything and he’s so !! but this also could be calling said relationship not important, which is how it feels rn, both are valid]

Sylvie: Com dab [as usual lmao]

Jake: Askip [apparently, because that’s what he replied when she wrote that in their first ever convo, so I will copy that haha]

Sylvie: Ss nrv [I am irritated, just in case we hadn’t got that]

Jake: Com dab [to sass her lol, like when are you not diva]

Sylvie: T rrtnt [you are irritating tehe]

Jake: Tle + [you’re the most, using the most handsome phrasing from that list but just leaving out the compliment, deliberately, because  there should be a nice thing coming and there’s not]

Sylvie: Tg [shut it please]

Jake: Tkc [you’re tired, but used in a likewise shut it please/go away manner this time, not like when he was calling her a sleepy baby or being nice before]

Sylvie: I would be, night I’ve had

Jake: [French] Sweet dreams, I hope all the blanks of the night are filled in exactly how you want

Sylvie: Wow, seriously?

Sylvie: [French swear at him, not in a sexy way]

Jake: Grave [for totally, because again I’m stealing from their first convo, how he replied when she said seriously then, I’m on a roll with that this convo cos it feels legit for wanting to turn the clock back and also with feeling like he’s in disbelief she could have him so wrong atm when this is not their first convo + it’s giving grave aka deadly which is how serious ™ this feels]

Sylvie: You aren’t funny

Sylvie: C pa 5pa [that’s not nice]

Jake: C pa blag [it’s not a joke]

Sylvie: I don’t know what you’re driving at

Jake: I don’t know what else you want from me 

Sylvie: Nothing!

Sylvie: I never asked you to come in and try to fix all my problems

Jake: You could’ve gone without me; it means something you didn’t, whether you admit that or mask it with insults

Sylvie: You’re insulting me, you’re basically calling me pathetic for letting you help me

Jake: You have a messed up idea of accepting help

Sylvie: We got the pills

Jake: It wasn’t enough for you to push me away; you also had to downplay my feelings until I’ve got none and you’re nothing to me 

Sylvie: Not none

Sylvie: I just want to address the reality of the situation

Jake: [French] Do you know how insulting that is?

Sylvie: It’s insulting that I put up with it, that I let myself be okay with that

Sylvie: No wonder he thinks what he does about me

Jake: Our connection exists, and this is real

Jake: It’s insulting you don’t believe that

Sylvie: It can’t exist outside of everything else

Sylvie: not if it’s really real

Jake: You’re calling my every move a fantasy, not me

Sylvie: It should matter to me, that you have a girlfriend

Jake: I haven’t anymore

Sylvie: I still have to deal with the sort of person I am

Sylvie: or decide that I’m not, I don’t know

Jake: So do I

Sylvie: Bobby thought I was a slut, whether that’s a nice thing to think about someone is irrelevant; that’s the impression I’m giving out now

Jake: It wouldn’t matter what impression you’d given him if you hadn’t taken [drugs] alone with him, that’s what isn’t a nice thought

Sylvie: I could talk about it, because he showed me the messages from Mona

Sylvie: not all of it, but more than I could with anyone else

Jake: You could’ve talked with [her drink of choice] in your system, you weren’t stone cold sober 

Sylvie: Are you anti-drugs?

Jake: I’m anti you blacking out with Bobby

Sylvie: He took it too, I know for sure because I saw him

Jake: And hopefully he was as out of it, or isn’t into you, knock on wood

Sylvie: I don’t think he’s into anyone

Sylvie: but maybe it gets lost in translation 

Jake: He barely mentioned your name

Jake: But maybe the lack of you is only glaring to me, I don’t know

Sylvie: Would he?

Sylvie: You’re not exactly friends 

Jake: [send the two very brief mentions of Sylvie, like, I’d like to think he would more than this lol given everybody knows what y’all got up to]

Sylvie: You mean you did no bonding over your mutual penetration

Sylvie: sure, I suppose that’s standard 

Jake: Standard to, bare minimum, feel kinda awkward accepting a future hang, if he went there with you, and I wasn’t getting that vibe

Sylvie: Friends are a wiser investment 

Jake: Nn [because no]

Sylvie: [French] For him

Sylvie: We wouldn’t be anything, even if something happened 

Jake: Don’t make it sound calculated for him

Jake: [French] I hate that

Sylvie: Moi aussi

Sylvie: I wish he remembered, and then I wouldn’t have to be dedicating time to trying to and going over and over something I don’t want to think about at all

Jake: Moi aussi

Jake: ++++++++++ 

Sylvie: I’m sorry

Jake: Have you remembered anything new?

Sylvie: I remember looking around his room for ages

Sylvie: when his brother and Janis were trying to talk to him

Jake: How did you feel?

Sylvie: I was going to take pictures in his bed, to make you jealous

Sylvie: yeah, I know

Sylvie: but then I thought you two might’ve been in there earlier, so I had to sit in his chair instead and wait for him to come back

Jake: It was locked, the red flag, in hindsight, being I remember that detail because she tried the door

Sylvie: Oh, that is messed up

Sylvie: but I remember, he said that, because I had to explain why I was sat in the chair like a weirdo 

Jake: Yeah, I know

Sylvie: If he was looking for an easy lay, he could’ve gone there

Sylvie: not trying to make you feel worse, but logically 

Jake: No worries, I’ve gone there in my head

Sylvie: Whatever my reputation is, she made it super clear, so

Sylvie: that has to be a good sign, that he wasn’t

Jake: Unless he’s super interested in you specifically, but you’d have picked up on those signs

Sylvie: Not super interested, for sure

Jake: Mais… 

Sylvie: He did try to dance with me earlier in the night

Sylvie: not just in a group

Jake: [a french swear word because he’s gagged, a new one]

Sylvie: It was weird, I didn’t see it coming

Jake: How full-on was it?

Sylvie: He was dancing on me, basically

Sylvie: It was enough to not feel accidental, but not like

Sylvie: assaulty 

Jake: Flirty

Sylvie: I don’t know

Sylvie: I think it made me feel weird because I felt weird about everything else, maybe

Jake: Would you have felt weird, [naming friends of his and hers that are lads she doesn’t know very well cos new gal but slightly better than Bobby obvs], doing the same thing?

Sylvie: Yes

Sylvie: at best, I would’ve thought they were messing around, [naming the one(s) she knows best from that bunch]

Jake: We could be reading too deep into it

Jake: [telling her in French that he still feels sick, nevertheless, using the extra af way, that’s literally wrong in his heart, that he used before]

Sylvie: I think there’s a closeness he sees there that I didn’t, the family connection

Sylvie: [French] I can’t stop shaking

Jake: I get you not wanting me around, I obviously won’t show up

Jake: Please go downstairs to the pub, though, so you aren’t alone, and have some water

Sylvie: You’re the only person I want to talk to, or be around

Sylvie: but I can only deal with things alone

Jake: Svp [please, her version]

Sylvie: Jake

Jake: I’m not above taking you on a guilt trip as well as the pharmacy, do it for me

Sylvie: How about I compromise and do the last thing you asked me to do?

Sylvie: [send him a photo of you heating up this casserole dish]

Jake: Okay

Sylvie: Be prouder, I need to eat more than I need to see my grandparents right now

Jake: Make me proud by eating it all

Sylvie: I promise

Jake: Tb1 [he has to, because for all he knows she’s washed that sharpie off long ago]

Sylvie: Pab1 [she says no, bad]

Sylvie: Pab1 ++++++++++++++++ [the worst perhaps]

Jake: I promise you’re not

Sylvie: You don’t deserve this bullshit

Jake: You can’t run from this, I still don’t blame you for trying

Sylvie: It just suddenly felt really real in there

Jake: Dac [because okay like his okay at her eating but also yep I agree]

Sylvie: And when they took me to one side, I wished it was you that was the problem

Sylvie: How surreal and wrong it was to be something to do with anyone else

Jake: I literally came across as toxic because I can’t handle you not being by my side

Sylvie: If that’s toxic, then I want it 

Jake: [French] Then want me

Sylvie: [French] You know I want you

Jake: ++++++++++++++++

Sylvie: More than anything

Jake: Than [this food he made hehe cos she better be eating and enjoying that rn]?

Sylvie: [send him a picture of a spoonful of/having eaten half at least, can’t show our face because feel a state, but point is we are enjoying it lol]

Jake: [send a picture of only your smile back, like when y’all were being faceless, because you likewise feel a state but this smile at her eating is genuine af]

Sylvie: Do you do the cooking most of the time?

Jake: My share

Jake: Talia splits the chores between us when she’s around

Sylvie: You’re good

Sylvie: I can’t compare you two yet, but

Jake: Vegan food can really suck, I had to get creative from a pretty young age

Sylvie: We can give you creative, you’ve proved that much

Jake: Mr6 [thanks]

Sylvie: And your smile is cute

Jake: I miss yours

Jake: [French] I hope you feel better soon, genuinely, no hate

Sylvie: I’ll be okay

Sylvie: [French] And I mean it this time, no fine

Jake: I overreacted too, loads of times

Sylvie: We don’t need to fight

Jake: Sometimes we do

Jake: Not now

Sylvie: What are your dealbreakers, or is it going to be a fun surprise the next time we fight?

Jake: Long as you don’t run a mile, you’ll be able to come find out what surprises I’ve got in store

Sylvie: You don’t need to tempt me

Sylvie: I wasn’t running from you, not really

Jake: [French] You don’t need to run from him, you know I’d risk it all, including being a pacifist for you

Sylvie: X [gotta be done]

Jake: [send her a pic because you’ve done an x on your stomach in famous red sharpie to match her worst earring injury, because it’s gone from your face because angst like crying and sweating and then washing your face etc etc but this you can keep]

Sylvie: I didn’t even remember we were covered in sharpie in the pharmacy, not until I got back here

Sylvie: did you?

Jake: No wonder the pharmacist assumed I was controlling, huh? From their POV, I’ve forced you into some tattoo meets humiliation ritual

Sylvie: Cho [hot]

Jake: JC [because I know but also his name, which he’d force her to get tattooed if he was that controlling bf lol]

Sylvie: Under better circumstances

Sylvie: could’ve really enjoyed you concerning those poor people like that

Jake: 12C4 [one of these days, because he’s written that on her before with saucy connotations, we all remember]

Sylvie: Stp [his version]

Jake: Sweeter dreams under better circumstances

Sylvie: I should probably be asking you to wear protection instead, but

Jake: [have a rant about how eco unfriendly condoms are, to remind her of their flirty vape argument, because the same vibes exactly with how he’s going about this]

Sylvie: 😏 Would your lifetime of condom usage not be less waste than whatever however many babies would produce, though?

Jake: What a question, I’ll bear it in mind

Sylvie: You should

Jake: Food for thought, since my cupboards are now bare

Sylvie: What are you going to do, you need to eat too

Jake: Starve, I guess

Jake: [send her a pic of your OTT sad pout like you did your genuine smile hehe]

Sylvie: Nn [no, no]

Sylvie: There must be something, keep your strength up, I need you

Jake: [saying ‘I’d go on a hunger strike to keep yours up’ because in their first ever convo there's a whole bit about him saying he’s not feeding off her adoration and her saying he’d starve and him saying he’d go on a hunger strike if that was the only food source, it’s FINE that we’ve circled back like this]

Sylvie: I hate that I was a bitch to you

Sylvie: you know I appreciate everything you do, that you’ve done for me today

Jake: You weren’t

Jake: It’s scary not knowing for sure what happened to you last night, I’m freaked out too

Sylvie: I’ll force myself to talk to him again

Sylvie: even though it’s so awkward

Jake: [French] Do you want me to talk to him instead?

Sylvie: How would that work, what would you even say?

Jake: I’d explain, you don’t remember, and it’s making us lose it a bit, that whatever we can get from him to piece stuff together would be cool

Sylvie: You’d seriously do that for me?

Jake: Of course

Sylvie: I won’t ask you to, it’s too much

Sylvie: but it does mean something, that you would

Jake: It might be a lot, it doesn’t feel like too much

Jake: [French] I’d do more, always

Sylvie: [French] I know

Sylvie: [French] and I’m not afraid 

Jake: [send her another page of her mother’s book that you’ve defaced to turn into another red sharpie blackout poem to praise her, even more extra about it than the one you did before, because you’ve been too sad to do any more until literally now]

Sylvie: You know how that makes me feel

Jake: [French] You should send me a photo of your mouth, so I know for sure

Sylvie: [do send that, and it’s clear that she’s just bitten her bottom lip to hell]

Jake: [telling her, in english this time, ‘we can match’ stealing her words from the night of his performance when she said that about the stair rail fucking them up etc not long at before he touched her in the venue, because it’s clear he’s going to bite his own lip to shit too when he sees that #content, forever and always obsessed with her mouth]

Sylvie: You know I’ll do anything you want me to as well

Sylvie: I just figure you’d rather I don’t bring her up than promise to fuck her up, like

Jake: Bring the casserole dish back, it’s [his mum by name]’s favourite

Sylvie: When?

Jake: When you’re ready to be invited in

Sylvie: 🧛‍♀️

Jake: A precious baby picture is the price you pay to get off the doorstep; my wall is waiting

Sylvie: You’re so intense

Sylvie: This is why you shouldn’t come, they’re going to think it’s you

Jake: I don’t care what they think, I care about you getting the correct information, treatment and aftercare

Sylvie: I just want to buy what I need and leave, it’s mortifying as is without having to tell a stranger

Jake: You need to know what that is first, I’d do the talking, I’m not embarrassed to find out whatever we don’t know

Sylvie: You didn’t get high, on a drug you’re not totally sure on, black out, and wake up semi-clothed in a virtual stranger’s bed

Sylvie: of course you’re not embarrassed 

Jake: I’ll head in by myself, pretend they’re hypothetical, and then we can walk to a different one, I won’t stress you more than you already are, and there’s no phone tree of pharmacists spreading health updates instantly to gossip

Jake: CPG [it’s no big deal, again echoing her like he did with it’s fine]

Sylvie: I just want to 

Sylvie: go back to bed and not deal with any of this

Jake: We’ve done that, this is time sensitive 

Jake: [French] Trust me, we can do this, together, you and me

Sylvie: D’ac [okay, with all the unspoken weight behind it]

Jake: [shh until you show up at her door because there’s much to process as well as google now and you really don’t have long to try and do either because you weren’t far away, this adorable casserole dish or whatever feels so out of place now as does the sexy vibe it was created in, even if the gesture of wanting to care for her remains valid and is actually even more valid than ever under these circumstances, just know that he had put a post-it note on it with his signature in famous red sharpie like he’s giving said meal his sassy seal of approval and was giving her something she could keep because it faded off her wrist, but before he knocks he’s ripping that off and balling it up to put in his pocket and responsibly recycle later, she won’t see (unless she goes in his pocket ever) but my boo has to know, because how telling and lowkey heartbreaking of a gesture, everything is too serious and there’s no time for peak romance, hand this food to her so she can put it inside for later and they can immediately go, no dillydallying, the way he has just got off a bus or tram or train or something to basically get straight back on, iconic] 

Sylvie: [the way you’re not even going to be dressed when he gets here, it hasn’t even occurred to you to put your clothes on since you started spiralling so you’re still in your t-shirt and pants like you would’ve been in the kitchen when you were having a marvellous time but now it’s an unintentional and awkward parallel to how you said you woke up at Bobby’s, as if you walked home like that (thankfully not lmao), I’m absolutely gutted about the post-it, how dare you, this girl doesn’t know so she’s simply mortified, didn’t want to tell you because this is the ultimate mood killer and that feels so apparent when this is how you greet each other, when you know how it would’ve been on sight if you’d just let him come over and didn’t bring it up, mad but mad at herself vibes, even if it will seem like it’s directed at him when you don’t even remember to thank him for this casserole dish of whatever, just putting it on the side and turning to hopefully find clothes but despite having an air of urgency in her movements she’s not really getting anything done lmao, girl, brush your teeth, fix your hair, do something]

Jake: [mhmm, normally he’d be beyond buzzing to see her answering the door wearing that and checking her out HARDCORE because they’re always so clothed around each other and in jeans forever lol but here we are and it’s instead heartbreaking because that parallel hasn’t gone unnoticed even if he’s deliberately not even begun to process any of his feelings about what she may or may not have got up to with Bobby in favour of focusing on hers and getting this pharmacy trip done so she doesn’t have a pregnancy scare (or sti because he isn’t rudely assuming Bobby is a virgin just cos he’s deaf, the way I just wrote DEAD instead then, haha, like his ex gf), they could’ve had it all rolling in the deep but now he’s staying on this doorstep and just gently (and oh so lovingly because we know he does) telling her to ‘get dressed’ in French, as a prompt when she seems incapable, because he wants to come in and help her very badly when she’s obvs struggling but that doesn’t feel appropriate either now and he only feels like he can use his words to guide her (which he’s planning to if needs, even if he ends up having to literally step by step from here in her doorway) with SO much emotion in it that you’d think there was an affectionate and cute af pet name added but he dares not or he’d be crying again and it isn’t about him rn]

Sylvie: [mhmm, we’re more upset about this than we are the Bobby scenario, which is on you not fully processing that in your head, yes, but also on how deep you’ve fallen for this boy right here, even though you know logically it would be insane for Jake to come in here now and be all over you, it’s still what you want and are now irrationally mad about him not, the last thing you want to be treated like is a victim and he started the whole convo calling you one without even knowing this context, something about that… ANYWAY, do listen to him and do manage to get yourself presentable enough to leave the house, coming back from your room or the bathroom, and properly looking at him for the first time, not saying anything yet, just looking]

Jake: [we all remember how much she hated when he said she was a victim of Mona’s bullying so he’s trying very hard not to do that, not least because he’s clinging for dear life onto the possibility and the hope that what he said happened and they just passed out in Bobby’s bed, because best case scenario but even if and when he lets himself go to worst case, in his mind that’s only that they were both high and slept together because they wanted to in the moment ™ because it’s upsetting enough for her to lose her virginity like that (from a jealousy pov for him and a not remembering/barely knowing Bobby pov for her) and he isn’t ever (yet) leaping to the conclusion that Bobby is the bad egg we know he is, that just wouldn’t even enter this boy’s head (rn), anyway, when she looks at him he’s looking back at her with heart eyes full force not even being aware of it or how much he genuinely looks like a proud father because she did this basic task, the love is happening against y’all’s will atm lol, it’s giving the heart eye equivalent of him just grabbing her and kissing her (which he would have under other circumstances) because it’s so !! despite being the softest ever, automatically reaching out to smooth her hair and fix her messy fringe with his fingers but then being hit as full force by the memory of her drinking from the tap and the picture of said fringe wet and what she said about it etc etc, and that feeling so so JARRING because those antics feel like a lifetime ago, so he reaches out and fixes her clothes in some way instead, but she’ll know he dropped the height of his arm and that he was going for her hair, even if nothing is said or done to acknowledge that]

Sylvie: [unable to stop yourself from smiling when he looks at you with those heart eyes, looking away when you do, so your own aren’t on full force and display, about to say something when the whole fringe moment happens (in it’s not happening), so all that’s said is ‘let’s go’ and brushing past to march out the door]

Jake: [girls we all know he wouldn’t have been able to resist smiling back, however tentative and/or small that smile may have seemed in comparison to his extra ass heart eyes and that only makes the fringe moment even more heartbreaking because it’s another moment and mood killed stone dead, just devastating and they both feel it, at least she can slam the door on her way out, there’s nothing he can do except jam his hands into his pockets as they go, which in itself will trigger another flashback to when he was touching her via hers instead (and remind him of the post-it note) so he can’t even do that for more than the initial second, this boy fighting for his life lol, instead compromising by doing the zip of his jacket up aggressively, as high as he can, to get some of his tension and anger at himself, at knowing he fucked up, out]

Sylvie: [oh lads, you’re going through it, and this is the last thing she wanted when he’s already going through it in his own right with his gf, very much wants only to be distracting him from the bullshit in his life, not adding to it, the level of frustrated we’re getting feels ridiculous, truly, and we aren’t walking the whole way to the pharmacy like this or we will lose it lmao, hence turning to face him, walking backwards like a maverick, gesturing like WELL? as if he’s going to know what to say any more than you, doing a big sigh and pulling his zip down, just ever so slightly, as if you’re fixing how it looks and nothing more ‘He picked me up, when the cops were coming’ turning and continuing walking the normal way now once we’ve started talking, because got to start somewhere and lest we forget that unhinged move, would’ve been shook from the off before you even got high ‘hid in the loft, like’]

Jake: [YEP and he’s still got the joys of his first fully blown seizures to come, soz hun, for now thankfully you don’t even know that’s coming over the hill though and y’all think this is as dramatic and sad as things are gonna get, already going through his pockets to find his pretentious french cigarettes because they’re both stressed af and it’d be something to do with his hands, and lest we forget she killed his vape last night (he hasn’t and despite it being disposable he’s kept it and will forever and always) so when she’s gesturing he doesn’t hesitate to hand the packet to her with a lighter tucked inside, thinking she’s read his mind and that’s what she wants, or even if it isn’t, it’s not the worst idea in the world, when she pulls his zip, putting his hand there as if he can’t decide whether to wind her up by zipping it back up or all the way undone but really he just wants to keep his hand there where she’s touched him, raising his eyebrows in a way that’d be so comical in different circumstances, because not what he expected her to say at all, twas SUCH an unhinged move ‘What do you mean, picked you up, like-’ and miming it with his hands like the theatre kid he used to be because can’t get your head around it, frowning in genuine confusion ‘and put you in his loft’ said like it should have a ? because unbelievable but he doesn’t doubt her or that it occurred]

Sylvie: [a smaller smile, a half smirk, more accurately, nodding your approval at these cigarettes as you tap one out and go about lighting up, because was not what you were asking for there, but you’ll take it, it’s good to have a task, even as simple as smoking, passing the cigarette to him instead of passing the pack back, pocketing that and the lighter wordlessly, nodding like yes, exactly, doing your own mime like you’re trying to make a basket because that’s what it was giving ‘He must work out’ not commenting on that beyond the pure strength it would take to do something that mental ‘it was nice for him not to let me get arrested, but it was weird’ shrugging with that understatement]

Jake: [this boy immediately failing at his trying not to watch her light this cigarette challenge because he wouldn’t have really had much chance to before yet, only in the time she was hanging out before she ghosted the friend group I think (unless I’m forgetting any smoking scenarios we’ve done but I think it’s only been vaping together or her smoking alone and not in his eyeline) and in that scenario he couldn’t watch her as blatantly as he is now because of said friends and/or gf, take the single offered cigarette without commenting on her keeping the rest or your lighter and take what feels like a very dramatic drag because you feel SICK with jealousy at the mental image but you’re not trying to get into that rn ‘it was a noise complaint, he got a verbal caution, you would too’ because you know that’s what happened, Bobby said he was warned, but also it’s his first offense and not that deep or serious and we all know Jake has that way about him where he talks to authority figures like peers (so insufferable at school this diva) which is the same energy he will bring to that pharmacist lol, and is the energy he’s bringing here like, Bobby didn’t need to do ALL that I know damn well the police wouldn’t have arrested you, and he’s not wrong]

Sylvie: [I don’t think I remember y’all sharing a smoke yet either, so it would’ve only been the before times when y’all briefly hung out, yeah, as much as you definitely would’ve checked each other out then, not so blatantly and in such close proximity, just assuming he is peak stressed though and not clocking this jealousy for what it is with that big drag ‘you don’t know my record’ like lol, I could be out of warnings, boy, all you know, shrugging again ‘that’s what people do when they show, you scatter’ because it sounded like a fair enough reason to you, even if Bobby went about it like Tarzan]

Jake: [my thoughts exactly, I’d remember if y’all smoked together because it would be a mood and a moment and I don’t even think she has in front of him, only if anything angstily by herself during the gig night or party, anyway, he do be peak stressed and you’re not wrong hun, fair assumption, doing his own shrug right back at her because he’s not in a joking mood atm I’m soz, fully giving her such a look like not a terrorist though Chris, aka not scatter to the loft though, because that was insane work, especially to fully carry her up loft steps potentially, and doesn’t sit right with him, like the way Bobby danced with her wouldn’t have if he’d witnessed that, there’s loads of less unhinged places they could’ve hidden if they really had to]

Sylvie: [puffing out her cheeks dramatically before blowing out her cloud of smoke, not in his face by any means, but not aiming it away from someone, how you usually (politely) would, doing that half laugh noise of exasperation because you don’t really know what to say and feel like you’re answering for Bobby when you have no idea why he did it either ‘maybe he does rate me, or maybe he just sees us as family by proxy, I don’t know’ because you aren’t going to deny the oddness to be coy, but you’re also not a massive narcissist who thinks everyone fancies them either, but obviously by now the thought has crossed your mind ‘I could’ve left, though, when his brother and Janis came to sort everything’]

Jake: [not looking away or anything how someone normally would if they were basically attacked by smoke like that because your gf has blown smoke in your face many a time not just last night, but ofc last night is what you’re being reminded of and it HURTS because you’re not trying to think about Mona ever again as things stand (good luck with that sir, it’s not gonna last) wrapping his arms around himself as he’s cold but it’s clear he’s more annoyed and frustrated (and jealous) because his hands are holding onto the fabric instead of clenching into fists at his side of anything, cos gotta be more subtle if we wanna be toxically masculine, it’s likewise crossed his mind that she could’ve left or not taken whatever drug they did but he’s not trying to victim blame even if she doesn’t wanna be called one so obvs he hasn’t said anything, but when she spells out that she had a CLEAR out with JC coming and going that she didn’t take, oh the jealousy and heartbreak is just radiating off him, haha you massive hypocrite who literally left with your gf after sleeping with her at the party, never change, biting the inside of his mouth so he doesn’t say something passive aggressive or anti feminist or whatever]

Sylvie: [I didn’t even remember that happened, but now it looks like you were very intentionally trying to #trigger him when you simply weren’t, muttering fuck under your breath and walking a step ahead of him when he pulls his arms around himself because you don’t want to see it, you don’t want to feel bad about upsetting him but you also didn’t want to remind him of his ex, it’s all a big no ‘whatever, you don’t want to hear this’ fishing out his cigarette pack and pushing it back at him into his chest (not aggressively but not just handing it to him lol) ‘and it doesn’t actually help me remember the bit I need to, does it, so never mind’ like I tried talking and look where it got us]

Jake: [the vibes are just heartbreaking I fear even unintentionally so, I don’t even need to say he gets the same panicky feeling when she walks a step ahead as he did on gig night when he almost lost her in the sea of fangirls, recognising it as the same, even if he has no words to put to why he feels like that, going to reach out and pull her to him the way he did then but before he can she’s pushing the cigarettes back at him so he’s taking them before they fall to the ground, not putting them away though and holding them in his hand very much like he’s tempted to throw them to the ground himself in his upset and frustration ‘what will?’ because talking about it is kind of the only way to even try and recall anything, he would sound know it all and smug again if he didn’t sound so !! almost frantic because of how much he does want to help her and how powerless he feels because he can’t]

Sylvie: [just accidentally ruining things at every turn, y’all can’t help it, divas, but ahh, calm down, you simply can’t, because it is so emotionally charged and y’all didn’t think you’d be tested this fast this soon, and it is exposing just how much you like each other, hence all the !! as you pause and look at him, chewing her bottom lip instead of replying, doing this for so long you might think she’s just not going to say anything, eventually blurting out ‘I don’t want to remember’ because honestly, you fear you’d rather not know]

Jake: [we’re being so evil to y’all on this day with this storyline, thank god you do eventually get a happy ending because here in what feels like the longest and most dramatic pause in the world it feels like you never will, his eyes are just SCREAMING at her the entire time to tell him what to do and he’ll do it, literally anything, what he eventually does though, when she’s finally blurted that out, is rush to her with 0 hesitation and hug her, but not before he lets this packet of cigarettes (and the lit one if that’s still going idk) fall to the ground just like he let his guitar case be on the wet floor, the hug not at all like when he was clinging to her at the party though, except in his !! desperation to do it, it’s so loving and wordlessly trying give her a safe space in his arms and be a caring father figure fr and be reassuring that everything will be okay seriously this time and keep her together]

Sylvie: [never have you needed a hug more in your life, he will be having to keep her together and keep them both upright because it’s a real once the floodgates open moment here, not holding back from hugging him as tight as she can and burying herself in his chest which is gonna be soaking from the tears she’s not even aware she’s crying because it is just a pure release from all the pressure that was building from not addressing this properly at all]

Jake: [never has he needed to give a hug more, and keep them upright he will, I say who’s strong now Bobby because you could simply never hold a girl like this, never mind when you’re as close to falling apart yourself how this boy is, neither of y’all are thinking about his menace ex gf rn but I’m bringing her up to say that this gal is gonna feel as smol as she is (likewise cannot get a straight answer on her height, it could be 5 ft 5 or 3, both keep coming up but she’s skinny af and thus petite af with it regardless) with how she’s being held here, for as long as she needs to be, he’s also crying again but it’s fine, we don’t need to discuss it because he’s doing it very silently so as not to make this about him, the floodgates are just likewise open, resting his head on top of hers so they are cinematically falling into her hair, if her fringe gets wet again that’s poetic and nobody is apologising]

Sylvie: [Bobby would and could never, my boo says, and she’s so right for that lmao, you both need this more than you could possibly put into words and trying would be so unhinged so we’re simply not, just channelling all this unspoken emotion into the most insane hug, indecent is the wrong word, but it is so earnestly and dramatically emotional that people walking by will feel uncomfortable witnessing it lmao, mind your business though, we don’t care about y’all, going to apologise but catching yourself and shaking your head because you aren’t sorry for this, what you’re sorry for is the absolute mess of this Bobby situation but you know he won’t accept an apology on that and now is not the moment, instead just saying his name, with the same amount of love and affection as he was telling her to get ready and she was being a moody angst ridden mess]

Jake: [okay buckle up for some stunning and very feelsy visuals, bearing in mind that like my boo said the pub they’ve just come from is right in the midst of hustle and bustle y’all are simply ignoring so hardcore rn, when she’s done crying and has said his name like THAT, pulling away just enough so he can unzip his jacket with the same !! and same 0 hesitation he showed in initiating this hug because the t-shirt underneath is softer to use to lovingly mop her whole face dry, with not a single thought for her to be more presentable at the pharmacy, only because he loves and cares for her so much, and BTW the reason it’s so soft is because it’s been so well worn, either because it’s a new york ref that reminds him of his dad or because it’s straight up something the man himself used to own and wear, or both maybe even, and either way, ofc he wanted the comfort and reassurance of it when he was angsting that he’s giving her now so ofc he put it on, so symbolic that this t-shirt is therefore so loved and he’s using it to do this because she’s so loved, as well as him getting his stomach out for the lads again in this trying time, the peach scene in the summer I turned pretty could NEVER, I might even make the ootd purely for this t-shirt]

Sylvie: [she came to serve up the cinema for us, and it is beautiful, this girl would also think so, in all the ways; the way she says ‘your shirt!’ as a no, don’t get my snotty mess of tears all over it, because the way she KNOWS that this is his shirt despite having had no reason to pay that close attention and notice that he wears this top when he’s going through it ™ but of course she has, nbd; not actually stopping him from doing this though, because it means too much, ending up crying more which does then make you laugh because let’s get it together here ‘this is ridiculous’ but we’re far more amused than frustrated now and thank god, pulling his top back down to cover his stomach, but doing it gently and lovingly, in contrast to how you gave him back his cigarettes, smoothing the material out and scrubbing at a particularly large patch of wet from your tears, as if you can dry it for him here and now like that, letting her hand pause there for a beat]

Jake: [he’s only gonna fall for her even more than he already has because she has paid attention to the fact that this item of clothing means something, get you a flirtationship who, when his gf never cared less despite being very aware of the full tea, the way she’s saying that is 100% giving her away as knowing ™  not just saying it how some girls would because they don’t wanna cry on somebody’s clothes and be a mess in general, the heart eyes and smile combo are so back, we are so back, hence this time he does gently and lovingly smooth down her hair and take his time combing his fingers through her fringe, and yes, it will turn him on a little bit as does her laugh and the ways she is touching him but unlike earlier he won’t freak out because nature is healing and so are they, it doesn’t feel inappropriate and out of place now, even when he follows it up with a soft lil forehead kiss to combine the daddy energy of before with the vibe of his cheek kisses when he entered the room she was in at the party (because hello, like I said they are so back and this is the kind of doorstep moment they should’ve had) and his mouth brushes over said fringe because it isn’t like he’s isn’t bricked up af and feral, she’ll know where his blood’s rushing to with that gesture and so does he but it’s just a sign he’s calming down and returning from war, it’s fine, joining in the with laugh about it, because it feels ridiculous but very correct that she keeps being able to switch his mood how she does and has been]

Sylvie: [resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him, nuzzling into this soft material and doing a big sigh that also is shamelessly you taking a deep breath of how he smells right now, smiling up at him through your fringe as he smooths it out, grinning when he kisses your forehead, saying, slightly breathlessly ‘I thought you were mad at me’ which is way more about you internalising and projecting that he’s going to feel like you used him this morning as a distraction when you literally had no intention to end up how you did, that’s just what always happens when y’all interact and you can’t help that (nor do you want to)]

Jake: [LOOKING down at her because she’s giving him everything from that angle and with those antics and y’all feeling so in sync to each other again is the most calming thing that could possibly happen, she’s here giving him a nervous system reset just by being on the same page, shaking his head because absolutely not, you both needed the distraction it was very mutual and very welcome, not to mention, like my boo said it’s something that they can’t help but keep falling back into whenever the chance presents itself, and he likewise wouldn’t change that for the world even if he could, taking her hand and playing with her fingers like he did at the gig, in my head (even though I doubt I’ll be able to find one if I do my outfit) the only jewellery he has on rn (because it wasn’t a priority under the circumstances) is his dad’s class ring because such a specifically american thing and this man could’ve had one for high school (which I’m saying you have) and one for uni (which I’m saying your sister has, cos they love to do both, and we all know your sister is going to Trinity cos that’s where he taught and is more academic than you as well as older so, that tracks to me, she defs has hers on a chain that she never takes off but I vibe you don’t usually wear yours on a chain or otherwise cos once you thought you lost it somewhere) for all the dad refs and all the comfort, so out here running it over each of her knuckles like you’re playing a song on a piano and explaining your many many feelings via said melody]

Sylvie: [for real, it’s like night and day how much better you feel, not even fully appreciating that fact because that’s how wrapped up in him you are once again, would happily turn around and not go to the pharmacy, that’s how far back it’s been pushed in terms of priorities, gazing up at him and thinking about everything but what you should be focusing on, because this angle is giving oral once again, which is reminding you you didn’t get to finish touching him for the first time, which was very rude, but then this is also reminding you that he came on the picture of your face which is making you blurt out ‘does your phone still have cum on it?’ excuse us random people walking past, keep on walking, doing the least apologetic oops face of all time and trying to hum along to the melody he’s playing out on your knuckles right now, as you’re looking down to watch this, something on the floor catching your eye and making you stop and GASP ‘you’ve littered’ because seeing that he dropped his cigarettes on the ground and you must pass comment because you know he did it for you, again]

Jake: [oh lads it’s always giving oral and we never let you get that far, she’s honestly barely touched him at all yet and that’s cruel of us given how high your feelings are, not at all what this boy is expecting this girl to blurt out but when she does the realisation hits that he doesn’t actually know but realistically probably yeah because they’ve been distracted in all the ways we could’ve ferally and emotionally since that happened so I highly doubt he’s spared a thought never mind took the time to properly clean that up, pass her your phone with your own unapologetic af oops face that looks like you’re deliberately trying to one up her, and maybe a bit, but also you just are that unsorry any of that occurred earlier on and your face and body language need to make that especially clear so there’s no confusion, while you then pick up the cigarettes you littered and hand those back to her as well, via of course putting them in her back pocket, to reclaim that joy after he couldn’t even put his hands in his own pockets earlier, because we want her to keep them like she sassily did before and not like when they were angstily returned]

Sylvie: [very mean of us, but considering this is the most truly alone you’ve been this far, it’s not actually that crazy, it just feels it to y’all because you fell so fast and so feral, when he hands you his phone, remembering how you tried not to look before in case he was messaging his gf but he was actually looking at pictures of you, being struck in this moment with just how down bad he is for you and always has been, and just how mutual that is, hence no hesitation in making full EYE CONTACT with him as you lick his phone screen, unphased how grubby we are all told they are, swapping this newly cleaned (in the most unhinged and unrepentant manner) phone with these cigarettes, putting your hand over his so he has to keep it there cupping your booty for a sec, saying ‘I missed you’ because your thing and you mean it, you hate how far away that freakout made you feel from him]

Jake: [and it’s hilarious that this is as alone as you’ve ever been yet but in fact y’all aren’t alone at all because there are people everywhere and anyone one of them could’ve heard her say about his jizzy phone and/or be watching her lick it lol, hence he’s doing his own GASP when she does, again like he’s one upping her for the littered cigarettes one but again he’s just gagged in the best way at her saying the quiet part out LOUD equivalent of the most blatant oral ref to date, if he wasn’t horny on main already he is now haha, going from slightly to VERY as he witnesses this, giving her arse a SQUEEZE about it because he simply must, saying ‘I missed you’ back, in French and writing ‘hello’ and ‘welcome back’ in her pocket with his finger, in french text speak too, slowly so she can decode them, because that’s one of his signature hot moves now and she has returned to him]

Sylvie: [no, y’all are actually in a very busy city centre, but by your standards, not surrounded by people you know necessarily, he’s currently single too for sure, a win is a win lmao, and you never needed the encouragement anyway, hence pushing your body into his hands when he makes this squeeze and looking over her shoulder to try to witness how this looks herself because into it ‘you waited for me, you came for me’ in French but with so much undeniable !! emotion too, because as far as flirtationships and expectations are concerned, this isn’t his job at all, but you’re obviously so glad he gives a shit ‘I think I overreacted’ putting her arms around his neck and playing with a rogue curl she finds ‘I wouldn’t have wanted it to go anywhere, no matter how out of it I was’ you know this isn’t truly foolproof and people can do things they wouldn’t if they were sober, before we’re even talking about the possibility of assault, but you want to make it clear that you definitely didn’t want to hook up with Bobby]

Jake: [god bless, thankfully an audience has never bothered y’all when you’re being feral as hell so it won’t here and now when you aren’t and your worst crimes are being bf and gf coded, hence when she’s speaking with such undeniable emotion, he’s doing his best to pick her up, even though he isn’t as strong as Bobby and I’ve seen Timmy struggle to pick up Lily Rose Depp when they were a thing, I’ve got the #content to prove it, but Jake did manage to pick this gal up by her jacket when they were on the stairs and the heart wants what it wants and he certainly wants to pick her up off the ground as if she weighs no more and as is as smol as that pack of cigs, if only in that moment when his feels are equally high because he’d carry her into the loft with much nobler and actually protective intentions, so I’m letting it happen, tell her how long you’ve spent sitting on the bench waiting for her since he first took her there, also in French, as an exaggerated guess no doubt but it feels like they’ve spent a lifetime apart and he’s spent a lifetime waiting for her there since that night, so, you’re allowed some poetic licence, she’s also allowed to overreact under these circumstances, and hasn’t even tbf, so he shan’t hesitate to let her know that either as he cinematically puts her feet on the ground so he doesn’t hurt himself lol (and cos keeping her grounded, something symbolic there about that) ‘an overreaction is what I did when you offered me your jacket’ because tea, not her perfectly valid freakout about having no memory of last night’s events, trying to give reassuring once more and not mansplanning what an overreaction is lol lol ‘you’re entitled to this legit one’ + adding ‘and that out of it, you know you can’t consent, to anything, including cheating on me’ because true and therefore it’s fine, she didn’t, even if something happened it’s not relationship ending, that’s what we’re telling ourselves, and thank god you hypocrite haha] 

Sylvie: [he also lifted her over the table into his lap, and they had their whole ballet dirty dancing moment, so you may have to say he is stronger than he appears lol, at least in that very specific dancer way, I also thought I’d say that with the age change we’ve done, his sister is probably at Trinity already too, just noting that whilst I remember because you guys are giving you’re in your second to or last year, so yeah; here and now though, never happier to be in his arms, really feeding into his daddy energy he’s been giving and you love to see it, reaching and touching this soft tee because you now instinctively understand why this t-shirt is his comfort tee, you’d noticed it before but not necessarily made that connection but as he’s talking about the bench you have and you’re emotional for this boy, telling him how many times you started to walk to the bench, or the times you thought about it as you passed on public transport, wanting to just get off and go there, giving as many of these examples as you can remember because the point is it was all the time, finishing when you’re practically out of breath with such a dramatic sigh ‘but I couldn’t’ giving him a meaningful (and sassy tbh) look because ‘you were cheating on me’ saying it in French but we’re still saying it, so bold lmao]

Jake: [exactly we’ve said he has dancer boy strength already because we wanted to and we can do what we want, he’s still not working out excessively like Bobby and I’m not saying he’s that strong or unhinged though lol is the point, and yeah agreed, I had the same thought about his sister but since she’s going to uni local and can still be living with the fam (which she would, they’re all close af) I haven’t bothered to bring it up cos not that relevant to y’all, she’s either already there or about to go depending when this is, anyway, shoutout comfort tee that they won’t let me create a slay outfit for (I do be trying lol) even though I know my vision because Trinity teaches environmental conservation type shit including botany and marine biology and all the sims kind of thoughts we’ve already had, listening to her INTENTLY when she tells him how many bench near misses they’ve had because that’s peak romance, giving her a sassy pout to go with her sassy look lol ‘I was’ but then go on to explain about the whole jewish concept of divine retribution like karma that I won’t in case I get it wrong, because damn he really is being punished for that now with the Mona messiness, he has touched on this before (idk when but) because I’m sure remember writing out the jewish name ‘mida k'neged mida’ at some point but go more in depth this time, like remember when (* it’s their first convo gals, I just found it but yeah, it’s like a line cos she asked if pacifists believe in karma and he talked about the jewish vibe but v briefly), nice to get a throwback and go into it more]

Sylvie: [pushing his pouty face away from her as you start walking again like ugh, shut up, trying to maintain the playful, flirty vibe but there’s a definite hint of real annoyance ‘you’ll find a crime to fit the punishment, that’s the trouble’ because you know he actually thinks his bad karma is for cheating on Mona and that’s why he let her get away with her bullshit, whereas you think she’s a bad enough girlfriend to him that it is basically irrelevant he cheated because y’all just shouldn’t be together, but obviously she can’t say all that here and now]

Jake: [no hesitation at ALL this time in pulling her back to and into him when she starts walking the way he didn’t do but wanted to earlier because that’s on y’all being in a better place and also on him knowing she’s genuinely annoyed and trying to butter her up and literally pull her backwards cinematically so they don’t go backwards into tension again, we love to see it, giving her hand a SQUEEZE like he gave her booty cheek not long ago, to deliberately remind her of that like hehe don’t be mad at me thank you]

Sylvie: [thrilled he’s pulled her back, even if she’s rolling her eyes and making out that it is massively inconveniencing her, like ugh, what do you want now, folding her arms and raising her eyebrows as she looks at him skeptically ‘do you even care what I do, and with who, when I’m not with you?’ because you know he do, diva, but you really want/need him to admit it in words in this moment, so there’s no room for confusion, stepping closer to him (however impossible it may or may not be) like, well?] 

Jake: [he’s equally thrilled he did that, SUCH progress from earlier because you know he did it with some !! it wasn’t gentle like he should be so his mum and sister aren’t doing Marge noises at him, STARING her down with even more !! because he cares SO much ‘when you’re not with me, I obsess over what you’re doing, and with who’ because of course I had to phrase it in a way that sounds kinda toxic because lord knows he isn’t ever allowed to be and therefore I’m allowing him rn, soz not soz] 

Sylvie: [we’re all allowing him, soz ladies, this girl wants him to be a lil toxic because she wants to know he is in this as much as she is and it doesn’t just mean nothing to him ‘maybe you should make sure I’m with you more’ shrugging like this is casual when her tone and the way she is on edge she’s so !! in her actual body language and everything for him tells the opposite story ‘unless you like obsessing over it’ like tehe do you like thinking about me that much]

Jake: [it needs to be expressed, especially in this moment, taking those words literally and pulling her even closer to him right here and right now but then deciding it still isn’t close enough and picking her up again so she can fully just wrap her legs around him like she did when he picked her up on the stairs, because it’s so important that she’s as close to him as she can physically be, soz randoms walking by, keep it moving, stealing her words from that very scene when she said in French ‘stop showing off, please’ re him doing all that and lasting an age not cumming over everything, like you know damn well you’re my muse and I’m obsessed with you, I’ve said it repeatedly, adding in his ‘my muse’ and ‘my spark’ french nicknames for added emphasis, writing ‘always’ in French text speak on the back of her neck for even more added emphasis, because in the OG stair scene he wrote ‘never’ because he’d never stop showing off and here he’ll forever be obsessed and so into it]

Sylvie: [doing another GASP at the proximity and the shameless way you love feeling his crotch against yours at any and all times, burying her face in his neck and holding onto his shoulders TIGHT, shaking her head so her hair tickles him, being sassy like, no, shan’t, giving brat energy hardcore ‘you haven’t wrote a song about me in [and however long since song #2, being as precise as you can be to show how insane you are]’ tugging on a wurl to emphasise your point ‘and you haven’t kissed me today at all’ pulling another even harder ‘how am I meant to believe you?’ and finding one of his hands and putting in on a place where she accidentally did one of those Xs too hard with the earring back, like REMEMBER WHEN, it’s giving stomach because that’s been an area for y’all before]

Jake: [‘I told you I filled my notebook with songs’ because he did tell her that in the previous convo when y’all were at the party, like excuse you I’ve written MANY, being equally precise about what else you’ve written since you revealed that too because it’s giving obsessive again for the very short space of time and how busy you should’ve been doing other things cos you left said party with your gf and then the shit hit the fan re all this drama so even if you’ve only done a few more lines in your phone or something since that’s unhinged tbh and meant you did them literally while you were with Mona when she was asleep or having a piss or whatever, gaggy, HIT her with the lyrics from memory because you know they will hit when they were written under those conditions, and again, you’ve had so much on your mind you shouldn’t even able to recall them like that this clearly even if it was only last night, gaggy x 2, PRESSING down hard on that x going over and over it with his finger because believe and kiss both need to be hardcore emphasised, LOOKING down at her stomach, fully pulling her clothes out of his way to see both this x and the half heart shaped lovebite he did last night properly for the first time because he only got a quick glimpse of it earlier when they were being heathens, running his tongue (excuse us everyone) over this x like he did with his finger, not lightly at all, and then going to town on this lovebite so that it cinematically looks like a full heart shape instead of half and is even more !! as a bruise]

Sylvie: [‘I want you to teach me to play them’ because we’re committed to the bit of being a grumpy baby and he literally cannot here and now, and thus you’ve got to demand it lol but her eyes are shining as she recalls just how many songs he wrote about her in the two weeks y’all spent apart ‘do you want to hear mine?’ as a more serious question, even if she’s twirling his hair around her finger sassily and then booping his nose like it isn’t, because she told him that said songs were very angry and as angsty for the most part so he might not want to but it is also very #exposing of just how intense her feelings are too, so from that POV, she wants him to know, losing her cool when he reveals he’s written more, in the absolute shitshow that the last however many hours have been since the bomb drop and ensuing drama, having to bite him, right on his pulse point on his neck, letting this stifle the MOAN as best as you can but of course he can hear it because right by his ear, which is getting a nip too for good measure, doing all the French swearing right in his ear, trying to do it sassily but then he’s pulling out these absolutely iconic and insane moves and the swearing is genuine and pure desperation is all she can convey when she’s moving needily against him, enough that she’s got to jump out of his arms before she falls out or knocks them both down, but that doesn’t mean she’s letting him go, pressing her forehead into his and pushing them into some wall/out of everyone’s way as best they can be and being UP in his grill ‘please use your tongue on me again’ in French, as an unhinged way to ask him to kiss you because never not thinking about oral and making sure he is too lol]

Jake: [trying to give this grumpy baby what she wants by running his hands over her body as if he can play it like a guitar, such an uncasual thing to do in this location surrounded by peeps, but at least his humming is slightly more casual than the sounds he could be and really wants to be making, turning her cheeky nose boop into a lil eskimo kiss nuzzly nose rub as he nods dramatically because yes he do wanna hear her songs please and thank you, tickling her with the very same whurls she was twirling around her finger, when she bites him, giving her such SHAMELESS french praise, more OTT than anything he said in the kitchen, because that’s exactly what he wanted her to do and keep doing, his pulse going INSANE against her teeth, and his body moving against hers entirely against his will without a thought or care for where they are and not stopping when she jumps down, we all know he’s only going harder as if she’s trying to escape and he can’t possibly let her, returning the forehead press so full force that he could give either of them a headache to match the stress one he had earlier, but again, no fucks given, giving her a more indecent forehead kiss to kiss it better and start to use his tongue as instructed, twirling her fringe around his like she did with his whirls around her finger, licking down her face too until he gets to her ear, treating it as if she’s still wearing the earrings from earlier (even if she’s not) and he’s gotta fully lick them clean after her feral antics touching herself with them, beyond shamelessly treating her earlobe like it’s a clit, doing the most licking and sucking and nibbling it (soz everyone, look away please) and of course also sticking his tongue into her ear, as indecently] 

Sylvie: [feeling like he has never paid this close attention to her body, whether that is technically true or not, it feels like a first in this moment and thus is beyond THRILLING, her body shaking against his hands so much you would believe she could be vibrating like guitar strings, hard enough to make a sound, leaning into this eskimo kiss moment and keeping it going as long as she can, it’s exactly the energy and her happy noise let’s you know as much before she’s straight up giggling at him tickling her, losing her mind at just how fast his heart is beating along with his words of praise, treating this like a challenge and him like an instrument in his own right, seeing how hard you can push this, feelings are entirely overwhelmed at this point and it couldn’t be any less relevant where y’all are, just so happy to be back to this, it feels right, immediately overwhelmed by him doing what you asked him to but doing it so beyond what you could’ve ever dreamed of, I will be kind and say you did put the earrings in because you could’ve done that after your bed sesh and before kitchen fun times, all before you couldn’t think to dress yourself without his help so we’re good lol, SCREWING her eyes shut with such intensity it feels like the wrinkles are going to be permanent, because she can so clearly picture him doing this other places and it is so vivid that she truly feels UNWELL, gripping onto his bicep like she’s holding on for dear life, trying to keep her noises as quiet as she can and all words solely in French so that’s an attempt at some privacy, good job, telling him that she only wants him because the potential that something did happen with Bobby has her shook and there’s no lie in that statement]

Jake: [tbf to her it probably is kinda true because y’all have had limited in person interactions so it’s only what transpired at the venue and on the bench and both of those feel like forever ago anyway and then add in how far away from each other they felt earlier, it’s valid it feels brand new, live your best lives guys, you’re both technically single and very in love rn, oh my boo is so real for saying she put the earrings back in and nobody will be happier about it than this boy, letting her know with how indecent he’s being that he’d gladly let her pierce his ear and steal one right here and right now, as well as them being once again on the same page with what else he’s THINKING, moaning her name into her ear at his own attempt at privacy because would love to scream it from the rooftops actually, all the while fucking her ear with his tongue the way he would be if he could, all thoughts of the pharmacy fully forgotten, his only coherent one is dryhumping her into this wall as much as he can get away with without drawing a crowd or cheers, writing JC for I know, and his initials all over her body repeatedly with a fingertip, wherever he can find or expose skin without being arrested lol]

Sylvie: [living your best life indeed, and honestly, deserved, because neither of you truly deserves the level of nonsense that has been occurring and is going to continue to occur for a hot sec now (not that you two know that) so I can’t blame y’all for forgetting all thoughts of the pharmacy and everything that isn’t right here and right now, would happily drag him back to yours, and is showing that with a halfhearted attempt but obviously we’re too distracted to actually make a move, got to say his name, and I mean his full ass name of Jacob Cohen, every time he does one of these JCs, just in case there was any confusion, because loves his name and how else can we let him know lol]

Jake: [it is deserved, neither of you signed up for the level that mobby are being life ruiners atm, that said he is remembering the pharmacy again when she makes her half hearted attempt to drag him back towards the pub, picking her up once more like he’s promising/threatening to carry her the entire way because he can never fully switch off from how worried about her he is but he can make it peak romance, especially when he follows it up by finally kissing her on the mouth and it being like a scene from a film, his hand not at all casually resting on her earlobe throughout, a subtle flex that he isn’t in fact struggling to hold her up in the slightest, messing with the earring he wants (which is giving left for Charles I) to claim and keep hold of it, lest she forgets how badly he wants it] 

Sylvie: [pouting fully into this kiss but then having to smile into it too, because you can’t keep it from your face as he’s finally kissing you, even if he is making you face this, the romance is too real, kissing him like it’s been a thousand years, as passionately as you did last night and like you’re on borrowed time like you were then when you were sneaking them hiding from his gf, finding his earlobe and holding onto it the way he’s holding hers, to let him know that you’ve not forgot ‘I promise I’ll do it for you when we get back’ said between kisses]

Jake: [it goes without saying that while she’s pouting into this kiss he’s doing the absolute most to it, exactly like he did to her earlobe as a substitute for another part of her he’s even more desperate to do oral on than ever before but can’t rn, gotta simultaneously cheer her and promise you will eventually, and when she’s smiling into it he is too, so genuinely because he’s so happy that they’re finally kissing and it’s like this because y’all couldn’t do it to your heart’s content at the party last night and so it does feel like it’s been a thousand years, a full grin happening when she touches his ear and promises to pierce it because he can’t help but worry about what’s gonna happen in the aftermath, he’s confident he can and will handle the pharmacy like he said when they’re there but has the fear things are gonna go back to awkward/angsty when it’s time to take her home, understandable considering how the doorstep went and how things still went wrong after a lovely doorstep moment after the gig, reclaiming her earlier ‘let’s go’ in a nicer way, in french, as he starts carrying her through these streets, impressive because it’s not easy when he’s this turned on and distracted but he’s making these first steps look it]

Sylvie: [we’re likewise slightly concerned that the reality of this lil jaunt is going to tank the vibe, but we’re determined not to let it, nor waste time worrying about that right now, whilst things are still good and he’s still here and solely focused on us, telling him you’ll buy a safety pin just for him in the pharmacy and then that you’ll keep it forever, just casual things, as you give his earlobe a little nibble, like you’re preparing him for the pain ‘you don’t have to carry me the whole way, you know’ laughing, but making no attempt to get down yourself because you’re enjoying yourself too much to put a stop to it]

Jake: [it’s v natural that you’re both nervous about a vibe dip because this isn’t a cute fun activity you’re going to do, even if she ends up loving him more for how he’s gonna be taking care of her and taking control of this, but it’s nice that you’re both doing your best not to let everything immediately go to shit after where y’all can help it and giving yourself something to look forward to, while she’s talking about this safety pin and he’s living for it, finding some of the other xs on her body that she didn’t press as hard on as the stomach one and tracing them, just implying he’s gonna go over them all with said safety pin without saying it ‘you know I want to’ because he do, biting her lip and her tongue and pinching her nose, the same way and amount of pressure as she did his ear, also laughing, to joke that he’s gonna pierce her in all these places]

Sylvie: [we both know you’re actually going to appreciate his energy once you’re in there and be kind of into it, as much as you can be, given the awkward circumstance, and despite what you said, wishing that it was him and he was the reason for this trip, but that feels like an insane thing to admit, faux protest at his biting and pinching, because don’t stop actually, pulling his lip in too and making out for a sec when he does the tongue like pause real quick ‘that the look you like, yeah?’ like oh okay, you want me to be full emo, I see]

Jake: [lord knows he also wishes this was his pregnancy scare, the fact that y’all haven’t gone that far yet and badly want to is so glaringly obvious, but he likewise can’t verbalise it, hence the LONGEST makeout pause ever (fully in everyone’s way too really obnoxiously no doubt which isn’t who he usually is) despite having somewhere to be, we see you rewriting the history of the last night without even being aware of it, because this girl is the one you should’ve carried upstairs and because where he wishes he was most of all rn is in her bed but they can’t go back they have to go forward, not that he’s prioritising that true fact when he’s nudging her nips with his head, with the peak of his cap, and pinching the material of her crotch like hehe I almost forgot you could get those pierced as well if you want, being so silly and yet so saucy at the same time, having such fun, his heart eyes SCREAMING once again, this time saying ‘I like you aka ILY’ because doesn’t trust himself not to slip up with the wrong l word if he voices it lbr]

Sylvie: [y’all are absolutely getting told off and sassed by people passing and you can’t even hear it, never mind be shamed by it, could not care less that you’re being a public nuisance and spectacle right now, just need to make out like your lives depend on it, doing a shocked face at his antics like I can’t believe you’ve done this but the hearteyes are too real to be ignored, breathing a little more !! for it ‘wouldn’t be the first time you were jealous of someone just doing their job’ because the person doing those piercings would have to watch out if the barman got the sass he did at the gig tehe]

Jake: [mhmm absolutely, his mum and sister would be livid lol, I hope Talia isn’t out having a gay old time in town, you don’t wanna see this diva ‘he’s paid [however much per hour, not you using this moment despite not liking the man to still make a point about him not being paid enough, never change sir] to serve you [mentioning the specific drink she got them a bottle of to share to celebrate his performance rather than just saying drinks, to remind her she did that], not flirt’ said with the same kinda know it all energy of you would’ve just got a police caution earlier, his hot entitlement and social justice rants lol, absolutely doesn’t need to be HARDCORE eyefucking her to emphasise his point of how and what the bar man was doing, but absolutely is, and is doing it better than that random man ever did, this boy’s face and body language annoyed and jealous anew at the memory lol, holding her so possessively to him, it’s not at all casual now winola gay, it never was, play the bop]

Sylvie: [holding her breath whilst taking in every second of his rant and subsequent eyefucking, her own eyes getting so dilated the longer it goes on because he turns her on more than ever when he’s like this, stealing his hat off his head and putting it on because must do something to try and deal with some of this energy but also symbolic because it is so clearly his hat like it’s okay, I’m yours and now everyone can see]

Jake: [mhmm we all know she loves that about him and so does he now because they had their flirty vape argument so in no world was that lil rant accidental, you wanted to get to her and you did, fixing his hat and her hair once it’s on her head even though it doesn’t need fixing, just to do it, likewise presenting his head to her in a lil bowing motion so she can fix how messy his whurls have gotten under there, which is why I put it on him in the first place cos he wasn’t trying to deal he was just trying to rush out of the house and deliver a meal to her, plus kinda adds to the cliche delivery boy uniform energy]

Sylvie: [no hesitation in getting both hands thoroughly up in his hair, really digging her nails in and scrunching those curls, then rubbing her face into them, making a soft but !! noise about how it feels and how it smells, taking a wurl into her mouth and sucking on it for a sec, repeating this a few times, trying and failing not to get more worked up ‘you are coming back to mine, right?’]

Jake: [not even trying not to get more worked up because no attempts can be made under these conditions, breathing INSANELY at how good her hands in his hair like that feels, trying to bite his lip or the inside of his mouth to shh but his mouth opening anyway to do a so !! it’s silent noise before he can when she sucks on the whurls not once but several times, fighting his way to a bench because benches are their thing even when they aren’t the special one and crashing down onto it, nodding so fiercely once again, tickling her with his now fully freed whurls even more fiercely than before, luckily if someone is sat there too they are on the other end and probably about to get up irritated because this boy did not check, once they’re seated, her on his lap and THANK GOD, pressing his hand to the bite she did on his pulse both to check how fast it’s going and to touch it, grabbing her wrist and going to town on the pulse point there so they’re kinda matching in terms of lovebites and also because that’s where he signed and she wore his bandana and she’s wearing his hat now so that parallel feels right, sealed with a kiss promise kind of vibes, a French ‘yeah’, finally spoken out loud, still breathlessly and with so much !! in contrast to how casual it could’ve sounded]  

Jake: Me too

Sylvie: You wouldn’t change this part

Sylvie: even if everything else is shitty

Jake: I don’t regret this, toi, nothing between us replaying on a loop in my head

Jake: That’s what makes me a bad person

Sylvie: Then I guess we’re both crazy and bad

Jake: [French] If it means I can know you, talk to you, be with you, touch you, kiss you, so be it

Sylvie: I can’t be sorry

Sylvie: when life before you and life after you are so fundamentally different the idea of going back is impossible, terrifyingly sad

Jake: I’m not sorry, I don’t care who that offends, I can’t 

Sylvie: We don’t have to be now

Sylvie: which is obviously so far from the point, but I won’t pretend it’s not a relief 

Jake: It’ll be a relief for real when you’re next to me

Sylvie: When I’m sticking a needle into you

Jake: When I’m bleeding for you [+ encore as the fave word, despite this being english]

Sylvie: And I can bruise you however I want

Jake: My body, your blank canvas

Sylvie: You’re the only boy I can see true potential in

Jake: You didn’t get to finish what you started and unlock my true potential

Sylvie: Everything went wrong

Sylvie: I shouldn’t have let you get up off the floor 

Jake: We should’ve kept touching each other, ignored everything else

Sylvie: They would’ve ignored us

Sylvie: Snif [I’m sad]

Jake: [French] Who could ignore you cumming for me? It’s too beautiful

Jake: Tkc [you’re tired]

Sylvie: You’re the only one who knows what that looks like

Sylvie: Chuis bb [I’m baby lol]

Jake: [send her the audio of you singing a lullaby, a Jewish one your mum used to sing to you when you were a baby, because they exist]

Sylvie: How did you know I was going to ask you to recite your Bar Mitzvah verse to me?

Sylvie: What are the words?

Jake: [tell her what this lullaby means cos I’m sure it’s either very cute, or hilariously uncute how things sometimes are when they’re translated and you’re like oh haha, like this one called raisins and almonds, I think, which is not what I was expecting at all]

Sylvie: Your voice is deeper when you sing Hebrew

Sylvie: It is relaxing, among other things

Sylvie: Have you ever used it in your songs before?

Jake: [again tell her, because at least some of the many songs about his dad have Hebrew in and she wouldn’t have heard them cos he’s not just randomly performing these really personal bops at gigs lol so not a lot of peeps have, you’re clearly holding back from oversharing said personal details, how you normally would and have with his gal already, without even realising because what Mona said touched such a big nerve, but I imagine for example that you did your first ever performance of one was at your sister’s bat mitzvah party when you were a sassy child (because she was 12 then and you’re 3 years younger) because your dead dad obvs couldn’t be there, so to surprise her and make everyone cry, and you can openly let her know how your first performance not being a theatre kid went and made you feel without having to hold back, and again at your own bar mitzvah party years later, how that felt etc in comparison, so you’re talking more about your feelings performing than the song deets themselves, if you know what I mean, likewise if your mum and sister have had any landmark anniversaries or bdays since and more recently, such as your sister’s 18th y’all couldn’t afford to go to New York for, you could’ve done one for those parties too (without saying he’s busting out the Hebrew loads for every and all songs haha cos he’s not, sometimes it might just be a single repeated line or whatever) and can nerd out a bit more than before about those non dead dad songs how you like to and comes naturally, which will make it even clearer to this girl that you weren’t nerding out fully before, just in case she hasn’t noticed, which we all know she will]

Sylvie: I understand why you’re their favourite now, sweet boy

Sylvie: [French] You’re my favourite too

Sylvie: I wish I had been there, at your first real performance, seen it all click into place for you in your head

Sylvie: [tell him a similar story for you, the first time you messed around making music and didn’t think it totally sucked, that it could actually be something, because you haven’t performed much yet/if at all ‘cos I think it’d be nice if that was something you did from his encouragement/influence so]

Jake: [French] I hope I can be there for you too, whenever you perform, whatever the performance

Sylvie: I don’t know how you focused up there

Sylvie: You’re so distracting to me, at all times

Jake: I concentrated on you, lately, that’s what and all I know, you’re out there somewhere, encouraging me

Sylvie: It doesn’t bode well for my schoolwork, my blossoming friendships… the lack of space you leave for anything else inside me

Sylvie: but I’ve never felt better

Jake: [French] I’ll be your friend and do your schoolwork

Sylvie: [French] You should’ve listed the perks first time you offered to be my friend

Jake: [French] I didn’t have a list of things I was addicted to doing to you then

Sylvie: You make me understand addiction all too well

Sylvie: the lack of shame, the lengths I would go to have you… I ache all the time I don’t

Jake: I understand every symptom, how I’d need to order you, not soup, to properly cure them

Sylvie: [French] Being sick is worth how good the cure makes us feel

Jake: I’ve walked to the pub and back pacing my room in the last few minutes

Sylvie: When you walk away, my feet go to follow, without fail

Sylvie: holding myself back is as exhausting as running a marathon

Jake: [French] I tried to lie down, but I couldn’t stop remembering when I told you to, and you did

Sylvie: Then I’ll tell you

Sylvie: [send that as a voice note]

Jake: [send a picture from the chest down, exactly like she did, to prove that you are doing as you’re told, in my heart you’re topless because you can be]

Sylvie: Bg [which is handsome guy but could also be good boy which is definitely what you’re saying too lol]

Jake: Pr toi [for you]

Sylvie: Is that how you sleep?

Jake: [an unnecessary photo, like she did of the earrings, still faceless, but of you holding/spooning your pillow as a shameless stand in for her, to right the wrongs of you crying into it about her so much recently lol]

Jake: That’s how I’m going to

Sylvie: [pout at him, lips only vibes because still not showing our whole face rn]

Sylvie: [French] Are you comfortable?

Jake: [send her a mouth only short vid of you biting the edge of this pillow]

Jake: J'y suis presque [because it means I’m almost there/I’m close but in a sexy way, love an innuendo or double meaning in this house]

Sylvie: She bit you

Jake: Don’t think about it

Sylvie: Sorry, I know that’s the last thing you want to think about

Jake: Svp [please, her way of writing it]

Sylvie: But did you bite her too?

Jake: It wasn’t like that for me

Sylvie: It wasn’t about me, I know

Jake: [French] You don’t want to hear this, and I don’t want to say it

Sylvie: Dsl [sorry but make it French lmao]

Sylvie: We can’t pretend that wasn’t the reality just [however many] hours ago, that you’re not a wreck right now, that’s a bad idea

Jake: L’s tomB [because he’d love to drop it, he is a wreck, we all know what that hookup was like for him, she was being bitey and intense, but he was being loving af and he thought the old school notp were so back] 

Sylvie: C1Blag [because so far from a joke but at least we can throw it back]

Jake: A+ [for the throwback of being the double meaning of see you later like he’s so upset he’s gotta go rn but also like oh yeah great joke diva]

Sylvie: It feels wrong, to make moves on you right now

Jake: It feels wronger, you feeling sorry for me

Sylvie: I can’t drag you for not seeing her for all she is

Jake: Cool, everybody else will

Sylvie: Are you going to tell people?

Jake: Enough friends can make enough educated guesses without seeing the real full picture coming

Sylvie: No one is leaping to wannabe school shooter 

Sylvie: this isn’t your first breakup

Jake: It’s final, our last, that’s all I’m planning on telling anyone

Sylvie: To everyone else, it’s no different, it just feels different for you

Sylvie: people who think you’re an idiot and she’s a bitch will keep on thinking it, and your friends will be there for you like every other time

Jake: C’est la vie

Sylvie: You don’t need to make a big announcement 

Jake: I’m not, same as discussing the details of when we went upstairs with you

Sylvie: So I’m not allowed to ask

Jake: I haven’t asked you what happened when you went outside with [bar boy by name]

Jake: Or on your date with him

Sylvie: Don’t recall telling you you had to take the high road

Sylvie: you choose to be the bigger person because it makes you feel good

Jake: Jealousy doesn’t make me feel good, it makes you, when you cause it

Sylvie: When I do it, it’s calculated

Sylvie: but it’s just an unfortunate byproduct for you

Jake: I don’t get to be the bigger person

Sylvie: How do you not?

Jake: There’s no high road for me to take

Sylvie: Please, you practically booked her a rehab stay just for being a cunt

Jake: Because it’s my fault

Sylvie: You want to take the blame

Sylvie: yet that makes no logical sense at all

Jake: Love isn’t logical

Sylvie: Jesus

Jake: And I didn’t love her how I promised to

Sylvie: If she was using Bobby to make you jealous, she would’ve, and could’ve, done it in front of your face

Sylvie: the last thing she wanted was you to know, clearly

Jake: It wasn’t about me, what she was using him for

Sylvie: She wants to fuck him

Sylvie: he’s another boy she supposes she can exert some power over to make herself feel better

Jake: [French] I don’t want to talk about it

Sylvie: You having self-confidence and a backbone being something that makes her look somewhere else is the biggest fucking red flag going

Sylvie: what the fuck did she think of you, to think she could get away with treating you like that

Jake: Stop

Sylvie: Right

Sylvie: Sure

Jake: [French] I have a headache 

Sylvie: You are stressed, and heartbroken

Sylvie: and I’m not helping, I’m not the cure this time

Jake: What is?

Sylvie: How would I know, you know I’ve never been in love

Jake: Me either, it wasn’t

Jake: How could it be?

Sylvie: Is it only love if it’s all good

Sylvie: or if it lasts forever

Jake: It isn’t love if I don’t know her

Sylvie: It’s knowing someone then, entirely?

Jake: Real love is recognition; what we had was projection

Sylvie: Letting someone be who they are, not waiting for who you hope they could be

Sylvie: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Jake: In an immediate attraction, which is the spark love grows from

Sylvie: Diplomatic

Sylvie: I didn’t mean to get angry with you right now, I told you it’s hard seeing you like that, when you’re with her

Jake: I told you, I’m a realist

Jake: Deep lasting love can’t happen in an instant

Sylvie: Unimaginative, boring, maybe

Sylvie: An instant can’t last, obviously, but if that instant remains in perpetuity

Sylvie: why is that any less real, or why is convincing yourself to like someone over years seen as better than knowing immediately and that staying true? That’s much more romantic 

Jake: The spark is real, but if you don’t feed it, it’s only flickering when it could be burning

Sylvie: If you deny it

Jake: [French] Why don’t you think it’s romantic to put in effort?

Sylvie: [French] Effort is for things you don’t truly want

Jake: [French] I can’t truly want you unless I truly know you

Sylvie: [French] And didn’t we already agree we know each other better than anyone else?

Jake: [French] And I agreed I wanted you in that instant, every

Sylvie: [French] And you’ve given it plenty of labels, surface level attraction, the spark…

Jake: [French] Because I’m not unimaginative 

Sylvie: [French] Because you love labels

Jake: [French] Labelling you, discovering who you are

Sylvie: [French] You can tell me who I am, not just because I love it, but because you already know

Sylvie: it’s an instinct inside you

Jake: [telling her she’s his spark again, love that french pet name]

Sylvie: I was only half trying to make you jealous

Sylvie: I was trying to help you get what you wanted more, and that was to do the right thing

Jake: [French] I’ll feed you until you keep growing and growing [+ ‘my muse’ as that sassier french word from earlier too], I want to help you get everything you want too

Sylvie: [French] That’s the sexiest thing you have ever fucking said

Jake: Effort can be sexy, you don’t have to get bored

Sylvie: You’re not boring

Sylvie: I was jealous of your pillow and I took it out on you

Jake: Pearls take years to form

Sylvie: And the whole Universe was formed in an instant

Sylvie: or 7 days, if you stick to those teachings

Jake: 6 days, the 7th was for rest

Sylvie: I know you’re sleepy

Sylvie: but I’m not leaving you alone with your pillow, alright

Jake: [French] I’m not leaving you alone with your frustration

Sylvie: [French] I want you to be the sole cause 

Jake: [French] Take it out on me [+ calling her baby because she called herself one earlier when it was lullaby sleepy hours and now it’s !! hours]

Sylvie: [send him the most !! French swearing because you are not okay in the best way rn]

Jake: [send her an updated pillow pic, of you being still faceless even more all over it, to wind her up haha and also because you’re feeling feral about the french swearing as ever]

Sylvie: You’re so mean

Sylvie: mean mean man

Jake: [saying what he is, good old je suis I assume lol, using ‘tendre’ because it means tender and loving but it also means reaching, like he is for her and not this pillow, but it can also mean tense which we know he is rn, and to set a trap, like hehe gonna get you, tis very multi layered]

Sylvie: [French] Just like a real father

Sylvie: You could at least stick a picture of me on it

Jake: [French] When you said your daddy bought your earrings for you, you know what I was tempted to say…

Jake: [and do show her that you’ve attached your sketch of her to this pillow cos the best you can do rn, you can’t print out a pic of her without more faff lol]

Sylvie: [French] You want to be responsible for me, at every age

Sylvie: [French] What else could I call you?

Sylvie: Let the ink stain your mouth and your sheets, please

Jake: [also shamelessly grab the beermat with her lip mark on it out of the frame and attach that, showing her how !! you are when you literally rip it off the wall lol, dangerous that you’re risking destroying these precious mementoes, but needs must]

Jake: I’ll let your lipstick stain everywhere, everything

Sylvie: I’ll wear that shade when you pound me so hard into your bed I’m choking on that pillow

Sylvie: and the perfume I wore, so you have to smell me in your bed forever

Jake: I’ll use the necklace you made from my choker, make you swallow that pearl and pull it back out, repeatedly forever

Sylvie: [find and teasingly play with this necklace with your mouth, all focus on the pearl, ofc, in this lil vid closeup]

Sylvie: Feed me

Jake: [send her your own french swearing audio, it’s just a single word but it’s a new different one you haven’t said before, giving calling her a whore or slut or something, that kind of energy, and it’s so !! and indecent because she’ll also be able to tell that you’ve started humping this pillow]

Sylvie: Yours

Sylvie: Say I’m your [whatever word he used there]

Jake: [telling her, again as audio because he’s a lil bit too busy to type rn lol, to get the earring she wants him to have and to run it over her body, the pearl bit, and to give herself lil scratches with the sharp end, in graphic detail of where and how hard etc etc, all in English, but with some encouragement in French, because if she does all that then obvs he’ll say it]

Sylvie: [sending video of this, to a point, then when it gets so graphic, changing to just audio, to be a tease with it, for now]

Jake: [reward her by calling your whatever you said, like she wanted, still as audio and said even more indecently than when you OG said it as a french swear]

Sylvie: [scratching his name and ‘s [this insult] into her stomach, right above where her pants start]

Jake: [winnie says he’s gotta see a flash of the lovebite he did on her stomach when she does (shoutout half heart) and audibly REACT so loudly even though he can’t even see it properly yet, just from the memories, before then also MOANING her name when she writes his like that, telling her to put this earring on her finger, lowkey stab it in, and touch herself like he touched her at the party]

Sylvie: I want to get caught, I want to be seen and heard, ‘til there’s no one alive who doesn’t know that I’m your property, that I live for this

Sylvie: [send him the audio which is so wildly out of control now because of his reactions and because you did what he told you to, trying to tell him how it feels but having no words]

Jake: [reminding her of when she said ‘kiss me or I’m going to scream’ in French when they where being feral at the venue and he replied with ‘scream into my mouth’ also in French, because he isn’t there for her to do that this time so he’s basically just ordering her to shamelessly scream the place down, his voice sounding hoarse af as per as if he has been, which means she’s gonna be able to hear how hardcore he’s fucking this pillow now even better, as out of control as her audio]

Sylvie: You want [bar boy] to hear

Sylvie: I told him all about you

Jake: [catch him switching to typing to ask his next question because of how hard it’ll be under the circumstances, she’ll be able to see his … taking ages there and reclaim it from their previous angst times]

Jake: What did you say?

Sylvie: The truth

Sylvie: That you were back with your ex and shoving it down my throat and I was heartbroken

Jake: What did he do about it?

Sylvie: He didn’t try anything, he’s a nice guy

Sylvie: I made it clear I’m not over you 

Jake: [make it clear that you don’t like him, with the same energy of how you did about the flirty barman at the venue, I can’t remember or find what exactly you said for some reason]

Sylvie: I knew it was official when you came and put your hands in my back pockets and wouldn’t leave

Jake: He had to know you’re mine

Sylvie: Everyone in the pub is going to know when I scream for you

Sylvie: it’s not late enough for it but

Jake: I’ll hear it, I don’t live far

Sylvie: So close yet so far, tease

Jake: [French] I am so close, stop teasing me and scream

Sylvie: Mais

Jake: But you’re jealous of what’s going to happen on this pillow when you do

Sylvie: Oue

Sylvie: You aren’t allowed to cum in anyone else, aim for your stomach, please

Jake: [French] I’ll aim at you, like I said, it’s not far

Sylvie: [French] Then I’ll be licking the road outside your house, I guess

Jake: Lick yourself, everywhere you can reach

Sylvie: [the audio of that being long as hell and really highlighting how hard she’s trying to reach everywhere she can, the struggle is real and VIVID]

Jake: [send her a close up artsy pic of your own hair in your mouth because try and lick your fringe challenge he says, ofc she cannot]

Sylvie: [sending what is a full face selfie here, even if the face you are pulling is you being crosseyed as you earnestly try to get your tongue that high despite the impossibility, probably drooling once again from the sheer effort, because forgotten everything about being any other kind of mess but this one for him]

Jake: [gotta send his audio reaction to seeing her full face for the first time because he’s dying about it in a much less angsty way than they would’ve been if they’d seen each other earlier on, hence he’s asking her, in French, where she wants him to cum, it sounding so obvious that he’s going to soon]

Sylvie: [not quite screaming but very much the energy of a scream as you lose your mind whilst frantically telling him all the places you want him to cum, which is giving a full run down of your whole person honestly because nowhere you don’t want it, inside and out, got to finish this list before you both do lol]

Jake: [as frantically telling her to use the earring to scratch a x (because x marks the spot but also kiss and also believe that I will) anywhere on her body she’s listed that he didn’t get her to touch herself with said earring earlier, because I’m sure there are places he missed and that’s simply unacceptable, and she likewise has to do everywhere before they do]

Sylvie: [doing this and trying to document it for him is going to be your undoing and the last picture you manage to send is going to be a smudge as you drop your phone onto yourself and die, very cinematic] 

Jake: [I love that because what’s equally cinematic is when he rolls off this pillow after getting all this #content where he’s gonna actually cum is all over his phone screen on that picture she sent of her full face, because never over getting to see her fully, she won’t know in the moment ™ because he was already exhausted so I’m gonna have him immediately fall asleep as if he’s a drunk person (soz that might be triggering after he dipped when his gf called before, but at least this time she does know how tired he is) but she might find out later if he tells her cos I am gonna let him start messaging again at whatever o clock he wakes up, hours later, I’ll give you a chance to write anything she may want to first though while he’s zzzz]

Sylvie: That was

Sylvie: you’re so

Sylvie: and I think you’re asleep

Sylvie: sweet dreams, mon rêve

Jake: [ages later, hilariously she might be asleep now herself]

Jake: Dsl [to reclaim it from when he horribly used it in the angsty convo]

Jake: Gdormi e twa? [I slept, and you? hopefully, I did it myself]

Jake: G du rêver 2 toi [I must have needed to dream of you, I had to likewise make that up myself so a pinch of salt haha]

Sylvie: [quite immediate reply, because you clearly put full notifications on for his messages, so you would wake up, but saying you are sleepy because you did manage to fall asleep too]

Sylvie: 2 ri 1 [you’re welcome hehe] 

Sylvie: Gt [I was]

Sylvie: x2

Jake: J’me suis vrmt mr6 [I felt/I was very, thanks, because we all remember when she thanked him because nothing else was acceptable lol]

Jake: Tt bb dodo [you were a sleepy baby, dodo is adorable as a word for sleepy, love that]

Sylvie: H24 [because you really feel it, despite the literal drug comedown and freakout you’ve been fighting]

Sylvie: T ms fa [you made me, I made that up so usual disclaimer there lol]

Jake: You made me miss you [+ ma petite for my little girl/one, for the daddy energy of earlier]

Sylvie: Miss me more

Sylvie: ++++++++++++ [so much more] 

Sylvie: Miam miam, papa [to use the baby talk my boo found, giving I’m hungry energy again]

Jake: V1 ++++++++++++ [because come like come here and cum so much more]

Jake: Grd ++++++++++++ [to mean grow more, aka she will if she does the first one, and so will the feels]

Sylvie: Did you hear me screaming for you?

Jake: My ears are still ringing

Jake: [French] Did you feel me cum on your face, on your photo?

Sylvie: Have you ever tried to eat a doughnut without licking your lips?

Sylvie: that’s how I feel about you cumming on my face, I’d want to leave it there forever, but

Jake: Have you ever tried a vegan doughnut? You’d be disappointed now 

Jake: I left it on my phone

Sylvie: I’ll buy you real ones

Sylvie: as long as we can play a game where you put them around your dick, and I eat them off

Sylvie: Maybe I am normal hungry as well as horny hungry

Jake: What did you eat today?

Sylvie: Not your cum 🥺

Sylvie: but I don’t actually remember, will you order me something

Jake: Better, I’ll cook you something and drop it off like a bona fide delivery guy

Sylvie: Really

Sylvie: What are you going to make me?

Jake: [such a wholesome recipe, something really comforting for the baby she is, is what this is giving]

Sylvie: That sounds so nice

Sylvie: I’ll try not to cry again

Jake: [stealing what she said when he cried but changing it to ‘you’ll still look like art’ instead of you, in French instead, to make it different, as if she won’t know you stole it]

Sylvie: The art we make together

Jake: [sending the last pic she sent to him back to her, which was just the smudge cos she was dying that hard, and once again, naming the album he would use it as a cover for]

Sylvie: I’ll make sure to keep your voice as hoarse as it was

Jake: Make me lose it

Jake: My voice, my mind, my inhibitions

Sylvie: We lost our morals the moment we laid eyes on each other

Sylvie: I want to stay lost with you, where no one else goes

Jake: Keep me as shameless as I was

Sylvie: [French] I promise

Jake: [French] As turned on as I am again

Sylvie: We only stop when we pass out, anything else is a waste

Jake: I woke up wanting you

Jake: [and show a picture you took (when you’re not normally that sort of boy) so you could show her just how turned on you visibly were when you first woke up (before you’d even spoken to her and just from dreaming) cos despite having at least underwear on, it’s very clear]

Sylvie: Well, damn

Sylvie: that’s so much hotter than me saying that I thought I’d wet myself when I woke up, good thing you’ve rendered me totally speechless here

Jake: [Tell her in French ‘and I want you in the kitchen’ because he’s going off to cook for her sis, the want being spelled out as sexual not as a incel way, soz Bobby, then in English, listing everywhere in the kitchen, lowkey every surface and the floor being included, because he’s the opposite of speechless, and she hasn’t even seen his yet but now when she do she’ll remember he said this]

Sylvie: [show him that you have moved to the kitchen bit in McVicker’s flat, even though you are in no fit state to be anywhere but the privacy of your own room now lmao, good thing they’ll both be downstairs in the pub]

Sylvie: Encore

Jake: [he is likewise in no fit state to be seen so I hope his mum is still working and his sister is still out because avert your eyes huns, he may well be cooking but he’s kinda also reinacting a French film here at the same time, telling her what to do to bring that fully to life with him, because why not steal that energy from the very OG when they were living out those scenes of her fave on a loop, because it’s so French to set things in the kitchen, I feel, and I literally found a romantic film while researching that’s appaz entirely this older couple who’ve been together years and has a 38 minute opening scene of just them cooking together with no dialogue, so, we can say an artsy one (a la John Green, a fictional film with a book) exists in this universe to fit the vibe and let you live your best lives for a sec with more edging nonsense, lingering over these tasks + being feral nerds getting horny purely for the !! and love of the game, whilst also getting her to prepare something simple (because she’s told him she isn’t a chef) on the side to go with what he’s bringing her, growth baby and inspiring her to learn new things and create new things in a fun way]

Sylvie: [y’all are truly living your best lives here in a way that would have you wondering if you’re still asleep and simply dreaming because it’s laughably perfect and everything you want, plus you do need the food diva, so that’s an added bonus there, showing him your end result like ta-da] 

Jake: [I couldn’t resist because they’ve done a lot of talking french and a lot of music but no films yet, plus she does need the food, he knows that much rn even if he doesn’t know how horrific her night ended because neither does she fully atm, hence I also can’t resist him pulling another hot move, while he’s getting her to wash some vegetable or salad for this dish she’s creating, not even asking her if she’s thirsty and just telling her (like a daddy haha, who knows she hasn’t drank enough today without needing to ask) to stick her head under the tap and drink from it in her own hot move, gotta be done, bonus points if she gets the fringe wet, ofc, he doesn’t even need to necessarily see the antics because he’ll for sure be imagining the visuals, the same as all of the rest she’s done while in this kitchen sous-chefing, give her some very sincere french compliments when she shows you what she’s made, obvs, which are also giving daddy energy, however you’ve written those down]

Sylvie: [yes, the film of it all has yet to enter the chat, so you were so right for that boo, y’all can be talking about all the wild French films you have watched, the ones that sucked and the ones that were actually good, of course you’re following every instruction he gives you because he’s being the most daddy and you can’t get enough of it, will send him dramatic audio whilst you drink because the way you really glug it down when you’re properly thirsty will sound indecent, then you can send him pictures of your fringe looking crazy]

Sylvie: Like you really did cum all over my face now

Jake: [When she sends that audio, which it goes without saying he’s gonna use in a song somehow because obsessed and it reminds him of all the spitting in her mouth antics at the party (because she near drowned herself then too) which of course he’s gonna write lyrics about, comparing her to a character in a French film that y’all haven’t discussed so you’re hoping she hasn’t seen, like you’re giving her homework for the teacher you’ve been in this kitchen and the daddy you are lol ‘like you’re [+ and the actress by name in the title of the film]’ so she can seek it out and watch exactly why he’s making that comparison, because it’s clearly a hot scene in water whether that’s a pool or a bath or a sea that involves water being spat, for that reminder, along with whatever other sexy antics, and when she sends the pic, no hesitation in comparing her to yet another, like ‘Or [character name and whatever she’s doing in the scene, which is more giving actually drowning, something more dramatic than hot but beautifully shot because she looks STUNNING with that wet fringe]’ just giving her a choice of films to watch once he’s delivered this food to her, nbd]

Sylvie: [Tell him about a marathon event of some director’s films at the local indie cinema, because not gatekeeping now]

Jake: [French] Should we go?

Sylvie: [French] Are you asking me?

Jake: [French] Weren’t you asking me?

Sylvie: I was just letting you know you aren’t banned

Jake: Well, that’s great to know, I guess

Sylvie: Don’t pout, I’ll ask you out if you really want

Jake: [French] Ask me out if you really want

Sylvie: [French] You’ve seen how I feel about you

Jake: [French] And now I want to hear it, ask me

Sylvie: You’ve heard so much

Sylvie: You’re not sick of the sound of me, are you?

Jake: I haven’t heard enough

Jake: [French] Your weeks of silence were sickening, you know that

Sylvie: [French] Mine?

Jake: I am yours, without you needing to ask

Sylvie: I like spending time with you

Sylvie: I wish you could come in now and watch [whatever movie you picked] with me

Jake: [French] I could 

Sylvie: You can do whatever you want

Sylvie: but do you think it’s a good idea?

Jake: Spending time with you never feels like a bad idea

Sylvie: Did you make enough [food] for two?

Jake: I made enough to feed you, I’m good with holding the fork

Sylvie: You’ve no appetite 

Jake: A caring girl sent me soup

Sylvie: That feels like longer ago than it should

Sylvie: I can’t remember anything before we were in bed

Jake: I feel like a different person

Jake: Like I could be new for you, the way I said I wanted in [the name of the venue]

Sylvie: Reborn sounds like I might start quoting some scripture at you

Sylvie: but, I do, having you feed me feels entirely appropriate 

Jake: You did ask to hear my Torah portion recited at you, I might start on your doorstep, if you feel the urge to convert, you can let me in

Sylvie: Wouldn’t want to fetishise you, given the circumstances 

Sylvie: but I’m ready for you to teach me Hebrew for hours and hours at a time, yeah

Jake: [tell her how many hours it took you to learn because you had to do it from memory and they’re so long and difficult]

Sylvie: I bet you had so much fun, nerd

Sylvie: Definitely can’t let all that hard work go to waste 

Jake: You’ll have fun at my second bar mitzvah when I turn 83, you’re definitely invited

Sylvie: That’s adorable, so you get 70 years to live your life as best you can as a man and then we’re going to do a review

Sylvie: [French] You think we’ll still be friends?

Jake: It’s based on the reading of Psalm 90:10; as the expected lifespan for most people; if you reach 70, you consider that a blessing and fresh start

Sylvie: I like that, you really have beaten the odds to get that far

Sylvie: Maybe you’ll have a grandson to have a joint party with, or great-grandson, even

Jake: Fingers crossed I don’t keep saying 83 is the new 13; everybody else’s Jewish grandfather can’t resist cracking the same lame jokes

Jake: [French] You’ll keep me in line, as my friend, won’t you?

Sylvie: What are your grandfathers like?

Sylvie: Fearghal loves shit jokes too

Sylvie: [French] Is that the sort of friend I am? 

Jake: [tell her what your grandparents are/were like, I won’t commit us cos I know we’re saying you have older parents so it stands to reason some of your grandparents might not be with us, especially if what your dad died from is something his dad had, which again we’ve not specified, but also you could very much have some still alive and kicking too as you’re only 15/16, not everybody’s dying young, Sal still has her parents atm at her big age, including the nans even though she didn’t ask because he isn’t sexist lol and also because he wants her know everything]

Jake: [French] Yeah, you called me a nerd a second ago

Sylvie: [tell him about yours, even though the vibe is you probably don’t know your mum’s parents at all, or very little, because she’s clearly that sort, and your dad’s actual parents are strict and not the vibe, just further hammers home the fact you don’t really have a family unit]

Sylvie: [French] You called me worse when you weren’t being one

Jake: [add in that the recipe you’ve made for her, as you send her a picture of it, ready to be transported in its cute dish because you just finished it, came from however many nans back on your mum’s side because it’s giving wholesome, like oh, I almost forgot to tell you]

Jake: [French] Did I?

Sylvie: Such a good Jewish boy

Sylvie: We’ll find you a wife

Sylvie: [French] If we keep what you know you said just between us two

Jake: Before I’m 70 anyway, you painted the joint party picture now, and it sounds cool

Jake: [French] You’d keep my secrets?

Sylvie: Coasting by on groupies at that age isn’t, really, kinda cringe, pops

Sylvie: [French] I never told anyone, we just got seen

Jake: [French] You told [bar boy] about me though

Sylvie: I didn’t put a name to a face

Sylvie: a hypothetical ex so he could talk about his own

Jake: And what is she/he/they like?

Sylvie: He is a massive nerd Sylvie: but also, so talented and as aware of it, and he’s the only person I want to talk to in any room

Jake: [French] Do you miss him?

Sylvie: [French] Like a limb

Jake: [French] Like the bruises you let fade

Sylvie: Who let them fade?

Jake: Let me put them back

Sylvie: Are you going to stick around to see them fade this time?

Jake: I did last time

Jake: [French] I watched

Sylvie: That’s the difference between you staying on the doorstep and coming inside

Jake: Are you going to invite me in?

Sylvie: Jsp [I don’t know]

Jake: Are you going to come with me [on this cinema date]?

Sylvie: Oue [to pretend it’s casual when it’s nothing of the sort]

Jake: [a day and time in french just for fun]?

Sylvie: C 1 rdv [it’s a date reclaimed baby]

Jake: C 1 id2kdo [it’s a great idea, because of what he said about spending time with her never being a bad one, I had to bodge that from I have a great idea but we get what I’m saying and I’m matching her vibe with my layout of it]

Sylvie: Ns sms [we are]

Jake: You are, you’re the best idea I’ve ever had

Sylvie: There you go, effortlessly outdoing my parents again

Jake: I’ll be outdoing your mother when I’ve corrected more than a page of her book

Jake: You distracted me

Sylvie: Perhaps if you came in and worked on your corrections, that would be okay

Sylvie: and I wouldn’t distract you

Jake: [send her a pic of this book sticking out of your back pocket, as a throwback to being faceless earlier and because it has to be back pocket (even if the book barely fits lol) since you stuck your hand in hers and because you simply had to grab said book (great minds) when you were getting dressed to walk/travel to hers (in case you wanted to do any during said trip back and forth) cos you can’t be delivering food half naked]

Sylvie: You’re not going to make it easy for me, are you

Jake: [French] Not when you make it so hard for me, all the time

Sylvie: I’m looking forward to French, now the only true answer to what my favourite hobbies are is making Jake hard and making Jake cum 

Jake: [French] Now that I get turned on by your French accent, we both are

Jake: I’m looking forward to sitting next to you and listening to your oral practice 

Sylvie: [French] My French accent has always turned you on, don’t lie

Sylvie: I do need to study more

Jake: [French] The way you roll your tongue has always been very impressive, that’s true

Jake: You’re a natural, but more care and attention won’t hurt

Sylvie: It comes more naturally to me than breathing in your presence 

Jake: Oh, then what you’re practising should be the breathing exercises I taught you

Jake: Vazi [go]

Sylvie: C’est impossible

Sylvie: you’ll have to manually pump my lungs for me when you get here

Jake: [tell her what level of first aid training you have, cos it’s giving the highest level you can at your age, ofc it is, but idk about that, the point is we’re nerd flirting]

Sylvie: Another wholesome skill of yours I’m exploiting with my degeneracy 

Jake: [tell her ‘I love it’ in French because you do and she’s always saying it, tis your turn]

Sylvie: G 1 bobo [I have an ouchie, thanks baby talk]

Jake: [again in French because that’s how he says all his heathenry ‘daddy is going to kiss it better’]

Sylvie: [show him the actual damage you did when you were using that earring to draw xs on yourself because you would’ve forgotten to do it gently at the end when you lost it]

Jake: [send her a voice note because she needs to hear your soothing noises as well as your baby talk rn immediately, it’s giving the vocal equivalent of 🥺 poor baby, there there lol]

Sylvie: You’re caring

Sylvie: not me, you don’t even have to try, and you’re so fucking good at it

Jake: You don’t have to try either

Jake: When I cried, you just did what you did, comforted me instinctively

Sylvie: What else would I do 

Jake: Mona would’ve pushed me off, laughed in my face, or scowled

Sylvie: You know that makes her the damaged one, right, not you

Jake: I knew she was, she wears her damage on her sleeve

Jake: Knew it’d take more than [his first aid qualifications] to heal her

Sylvie: She’d have to be interested in healing

Jake: Or in me, besides the promise of a future record deal

Sylvie: Some people think their sob story makes them interesting, the rest of us move on

Jake: [in French because he’s SO sad about her dead dad dig ‘she accused me of being one, do you think that’s who I am and what I’m doing?’]

Sylvie: Nn

Sylvie: [French] That’s absolutely projection on her part

Jake: [French] She’s right that I didn’t know him and I don’t remember, aren’t I only projecting if he doesn’t feel real to me anymore, most of the time?

Sylvie: No, that’s nonsense

Sylvie: Everyone we remember is an approximation of who we want and need them to be

Sylvie: Memory is fallible, and most people feel like they only know their parents as parents, a facet is still real even if it’s not the whole

Sylvie: Does she not know her dad too, because he left? Do I not know my mam? Sadly, I do

Jake: [French] I hope my memory is infallible, so I never forget you or a word of this

Sylvie: She’s stuck between wanting the time she knew her dad to be true and wanting it to be a lie, so she said a bitchy thing she shouldn’t have about yours and you

Sylvie: [French] Just keep immortalising me in song and art

Jake: I’m sorry it stuck with me, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood

Sylvie: You’re allowed to be upset

Jake: Am I allowed to bring her up with you? It feels like there are, or should be, rules against it

Sylvie: You know how I feel about her, if you can handle hearing the truth, then you can bring her up

Jake: Deal

Jake: Because same, I haven’t ever lied to you about my feelings for her

Sylvie: No accounting for taste

Jake: Suck it and see

Sylvie: Hilarious

Jake: The truth is, I was having the worst day of my life, and you cheered me up as though that comes more naturally to you than breathing

Jake: I could probably laugh right now, because of you

Sylvie: It’s mutual

Sylvie: whatever it is

Jake: [French] Try it out, we’ll find out if I can hear you, I’m almost there, at your door

Sylvie: No

Sylvie: You can let yourself in, I need to go pick something up

Jake: I can leave it, if you don’t want me to wait

Sylvie: I don’t know

Sylvie: it’s up to you

Jake: It’s up to you, I haven’t been to your place before, and it’s yours to make yourself at home in, not mine to invade

Jake: [French] Where are you going?

Sylvie: I need to go to the pharmacy

Jake: [tell her about a detour you could still make at your current ETA to swing by one (because it’s giving you hopped on some kind of public transport maybe to try and get this food to her quicker and when it was still hot and fresh out the kitchen lol, rather than walking like you did after the gig when there wasn’t as much running at that o clock and y’all wanted to take your sweet time etc) to grab anything she might need because this has come out of nowhere but you’re a good egg who cares genuinely so of course you’re offering]

Sylvie: No, it’s fine, I need to go

Sylvie: me personally, I mean

Jake: Okay, if there’s anything else I can do

Sylvie: I just have things I need to sort that I haven’t

Sylvie: and I can’t put them off any longer

Jake: I’m sorry I distracted you

Jake: Enjoy your [this food]

Jake: When you get back, I mean, no pressure

Sylvie: It’s fine, I wanted distracting, same as you

Jake: GspR b1 [I hope so, meaning he hopes it is fine because she keeps saying it which surely means it’s not but he do want her to be okay obvs]

Sylvie: I didn’t have the best night/day either

Sylvie: but there’s nothing you can do about that

Jake: I thought I was doing what I could about it, but I guess not

Sylvie: You haven’t even asked why it sucked

Sylvie: because you think it was just about you

Jake: Because I figured, clearly wrongly, that if something else really bad went down last night, you’d tell me to shut me up about my drama and let me know

Sylvie: It isn’t just drama, I didn’t even imply that

Jake: You’re implying what happened to you is way worse

Sylvie: Well, excuse me

Jake: [French] You’re not excused, you’re scaring me

Sylvie: [French] I told you I’m fine

Jake: X… [because he doesn’t believe her and nor should he]

Sylvie: Don’t be scared, you don’t need to be scared

Sylvie: I promise

Jake: Why did it suck?

Sylvie: I had to stay over, when everyone else legged it

Jake: Bobby’s place was kinda trashed, but I don’t get why that would suck; after talking to him earlier, he seems pretty cool

Sylvie: It was just 

Sylvie: a surprise, how intense it ended up being, I haven’t talked to him much before either

Jake: Intense how? Did being alone with him make you uncomfortable?

Sylvie: Not like he did anything intentionally

Sylvie: I’m not saying that, but yeah, it was weird to share so much out of nowhere

Jake: Mona’s been putting him through a ton out of nowhere, no wonder he needed someone to talk to, it’s good you were there

Sylvie: I don’t know why he chose me, of all people

Jake: I do, I understand exactly where he’s coming from

Jake: I relate to what talking to you feels like, before I realised it, I was opening up about loads of personal stuff I don’t share with other people

Sylvie: You wanted to fuck me

Jake: [French] Not just/only, but I can’t blame him for being attracted to you too, or anyone who is

Sylvie: I didn’t say he’s attracted to me

Sylvie: I don’t know if he is

Jake: Neither do I, I’m just saying why it makes sense to me, that you’re attractive much more than physically

Sylvie: But what if he is, what if that’s what that was?

Jake: Explain to me what happened

Sylvie: We took [whatever, idk but yk the vibes lol], I can’t remember

Jake: What’s the last thing you remember, taking [these drugs]?

Sylvie: Pretty much

Jake: What does Bobby remember?

Sylvie: The same, it’s clearly nothing

Sylvie: He’d probably be massively offended I’m even thinking otherwise

Jake: You’re going to the pharmacy to be safe

Jake: Is your basis for that fear and paranoia, or did you wake up unclothed and in pain or something? However offended he is, these are still questions that need to be asked

Sylvie: Not naked, just like I’d get into bed, my t-shirt and underwear 

Sylvie: I’m just freaking because it was his bed, and I really did not expect to be there when I woke up

Jake: I think you should wait, and I’ll come with you, you shouldn’t go by yourself and do this alone, freaking out

Sylvie: I’m so embarrassed 

Sylvie: I’m seriously not accusing him, I just have that blank space, and that’s not something that’s ever really happened before

Sylvie: like, I can always remember things, even if it’s a little hazy

Jake: Have you taken [whatever they did] before?

Sylvie: I thought so, but it didn’t hit like this, so maybe it was different or a total dud before

Jake: Maybe you had something different last night than you thought, but you both took it, so you probably both passed out in his bed and slept

Sylvie: Right, almost certainly

Sylvie: It’s not a big deal

Jake: It’s fine, it’ll be fine

Sylvie: It is, all fine, all good

Sylvie: I didn’t want to tell you, but then there was a thing between us, and I want that less

Jake: [an ETA because he’s very nearly there and he meant what he said about not going without him]

Sylvie: Do I just get the morning-after pill

Sylvie: Are there other things I should do? I sound like an idiot but I can’t think 

Jake: I’m not sure, but we’ll figure it out, I’m googling

Sylvie: I thought a pregnancy test, but that’s nullified by the pill, so it doesn’t matter, and do they even work this fast, I don’t think so

Jake: I think even early detection tests take longer, I’ll ask at the pharmacy

Sylvie: You can’t ask!

Jake: That’s why they have someone working the counter and don’t just dispense pills via a vending machine or whatever

Bobby: Hey, can I talk to you about something when you’ve got a sec?

Jake: Totally

Jake: You good?

Bobby: I mean, been better

Bobby: but sure, I’m alright, just need to get this off my chest

Jake: It sucks the party ended up so out of control, fingers crossed your place didn’t get too trashed

Jake: And I’m sorry my girlfriend was such an active participant, bringing what seems like everybody she’s ever met, but her heart was in the right place, I think

Bobby: Well, that’s the thing

Bobby: She did that because I turned her down

Jake: I had no idea she was into you like that, but I guess I wouldn’t; she doesn’t owe me an explanation of what happens when we’re on a break

Bobby: You were at first, but she kept talking to me when you two got back together

Bobby: and it’s the only reason she came to the party, it’s not like we’re friends

Jake: Are you sure she wasn’t trying to be friends?

Bobby: No, she kept telling me I turned her on, and I kept telling her to stop 

Bobby: [send all that mortifying evidence of her being so thirsty for him]

Bobby: It was weird

Jake: I don’t know what to say

Jake: This was for sure when we were back together?

Bobby: [highlight the dates because yes]

Bobby: She said she wouldn’t have got back with you if I hadn’t stopped talking to her… I wasn’t even aware I had

Bobby: she got really possessive and jealous out of nowhere, we only talked the one time when you last split, when she tried it on first

Jake: I can’t believe she used you this way, that’s seriously uncool of her, I’m really sorry

Jake: Whatever the timeline or her reasons why, it’s still beyond unacceptable to make you feel as uncomfortable as she obviously did

Bobby: I just felt bad for all the things she was saying about you

Bobby: like she was only with you for the powerful feeling it gave her, all this really narcissistic stuff 

Jake: I deserve to be lashed out at, you shouldn’t have been treated as if boundaries you tried to establish with her, and your consent, both don’t matter

Bobby: None of it was to do with being upset about that whole situation, though

Bobby: and she hasn’t stopped, I don’t want you to past tense it, she was still at it last night

Jake: What happened last night?

Bobby: [tell him whatever makes Mona look as bad as possible, we’ve not done this yet, so I cannot be specific]

Bobby: this will sound crazy, man, but I literally called the cops so they’d shut us down, and she would have to go, it was that intense

Jake: It sounds to me as though you didn’t feel you had options with how she backed you into a corner

Bobby: Pretty much

Bobby: I asked her if you guys would wanna come to the party, to try and bring it back around and make it clear that it’d be cool to make friends with the group as a whole

Bobby: and yeah, she invited every asshole in town to come trash my place instead

Jake: I appreciate you telling me, I know it isn’t easy to talk about

Bobby: Well, I know you think you deserve it, but no one does

Bobby: the way she talks about you and your family, there’s no call for it

Jake: She’s rightfully angry with me, but my family was never anything other than welcoming towards her

Jake: I’m scared to ask what she wrote about them

Bobby: I don’t mean to talk out of line, but I’ve seen this firsthand before

Bobby: using your mistakes to excuse worse behaviour, that’s abusive, well, it can be, if you let it get that far

Bobby: she wants you to take it, think you deserve it

Bobby: [send the family shade, including that he should be over his dead dad because he doesn’t even remember him and how he bangs on about him lol]

Jake: You’re not, Mona is who’s out of line

Jake: It’s messed up she said that stuff in the first place, and even worse she involved you, somebody she’s barely spoken to before

Bobby: Yeah, that didn’t make sense to me either

Bobby: until she came onto me

Jake: I could be speaking out of turn now, and for you where it isn’t cool of me to, but… until she fetishised your deafness… is how I’m struggling to make sense of her actions and put words to them

Bobby: That’s sort of her thing

Bobby: you being the opposite of what her family want for her, her gay best friend

Bobby: I’m not under any impression she likes me, I don’t think she’s capable of it

Jake: I thought I knew what she was capable of

Bobby: I think maybe you felt it was okay when it was directed at you

Jake: I guess I was under the impression she wanted me, and didn’t care about her family’s expectations

Bobby: I’m sorry

Bobby: it’s not my place to say if that was or wasn’t true at some point

Jake: She framed it as a love story, and I hope at one point it was

Bobby: She’s looking for her father’s attention, in lots of creative ways

Jake: Hate’s a strong word, but she has strong feelings about him and the impact of his life choices

Bobby: Sort of ignores the context of the entirely forced arranged marriage, but yeah

Bobby: I’m just glad she isn’t around her baby sister

Bobby: [send the mentions of baby Maggie, which make her look cray cray]

Jake: I can’t rule out getting her father’s attention myself, if that’s the stuff she’s openly expressing, again, to an almost stranger, no offense 

Bobby: I was wondering if telling her mother would do anything

Bobby: I know they don’t always do western medicine, but I think she needs real help, the kind she can’t get from a family member 

Jake: Reaching out to her mother, or somebody at school, would be a good proactive step in finding her the help she needs

Bobby: Okay, I will

Bobby: her behaviour is kind of escalating, she did some really messed up stuff to Sylvie

Bobby: she doesn’t have to like her, but sending all the stuff online to her dad? Asking her old friends if she has STIs and stuff?

Jake: I wish I could say her admitting to doing either wasn’t true, and just some more messed-up bravado or attention-seeking instead

Bobby: I ended up talking to Sylvie last night, too, and yeah, she confirmed it

Bobby: it had crossed my mind that it was just talk, but pair it with the way she treated me, it was too much to ignore

Jake: Of course, you did the right thing by checking

Bobby: I’m not condoning what you guys did, nor condemning it; that’s not my business 

Bobby: but she is new here, and everyone knows I don’t have many friends, it’s pretty big bully behaviour 

Jake: Yeah, she’s being grossly predatory 

Bobby: Right

Bobby: neither of us wants to do anything, not for punishment's sake

Bobby: but she shouldn’t just go unchecked, and you shouldn’t let yourself be controlled just because you made an honest mistake

Jake: She won’t, what she’s done will be flagged as a pattern of behaviour, and properly addressed

Bobby: There’s nothing cool about treating people like this, whatever she tells herself, you don’t need to buy into the bullshit, yeah

Jake: They’re heavy allegations, you have proof of, even if I wanted to stick my head in the sand, doing that has been made impossible

Bobby: I feel like I should have told you before you got back together

Jake: I don’t blame you for not, like I said, I know it’s hard, this isn’t a conversation I’d know where or how to start

Jake: At least you’ve told me, we can now pass all the relevant info along to the people in a position to do more for her than us

Bobby: By last night, I felt as if she was forcing me to participate in her humiliation of you

Bobby: and I’m just not interested in whatever revenge fantasies she has, it’s not right 

Jake: It isn’t, I’ve done wrong too, there’s no denying or changing the fact

Jake: But she’s taken hers to another level, a dark and worrying one

Bobby: Totally

Bobby: It’s seriously uncool, to think she’s some mastermind when all she’s doing is treating people shittily to make herself feel better 

Jake: I’m shook up I didn’t see how badly she was dealing with everything

Bobby: I doubt she wanted you to, don’t feel bad

Bobby: there wasn’t any honesty or truth to it, of course you’re blindsided by everything now

Jake: I’m the least affected, I don’t mean to make it about me

Jake: I’m just shocked

Bobby: There was no easy way to tell you

Bobby: but I can leave you to process everything now

Bobby: I did think Sylvie could talk to you but she pointed out that that wasn’t the best idea, so, had to be me

Jake: Is that everything?

Bobby: [dump whatever you haven’t dropped because can’t be overstated how you’re using everything she gave you to air her to filth, all that #content unashamedly]

Bobby: Sorry, take your time going through all… that

Bobby: go easy on yourself, yeah

Jake: Thanks, I’ll try my best

Bobby: If you need any clarification, or just to talk, I’m here

Bobby: but I get if you don’t, this is a fucked up situation and I just got put in the middle of it, you don’t know me like that

Jake: Shooting the messenger wouldn’t do me much good

Jake: And it isn’t your fault Mona targeted you

Bobby: I appreciate you saying that, man

Jake: Unless she’s tainted us as potential friends, you’re welcome to hang around with what’s left of the group, get to know us

Bobby: That’d be cool

Bobby: I’ll see you around, for sure

Jake: Cool, see you around then

Bobby: [oh, I should say here, for our future ref, that now he has cherry-picked all that information and sent it along, he’s going to go delete/block/whatever he needs to do so it’s gone and Mona can’t refer to it when Jake inevitably has to talk to her, just girly things xoxo]

Jake: [of course he has, what a sneaky little rat, but you’ve only got yourself to blame missy girl, running your mouth like that]

Bobby: [can’t trust a hoe]

Jake: [okay this is giving a minute later because he’s got all those receipts to go through and try and process he’s gotta reach out to his mum as a nurse (she’s a&e she’s seen some shit and some crazy bitches have crossed her path fr) about what he should do and if he should reach out to Mona’s parents and/or the school etc, shoutout Casey’s crap counsellor lady, you’ve got another pupil to fail diva, and then he’s gotta have the actual convo and breakup with his missus, it’s giving he isn’t giving himself any time to emotionally recover from this last part though, hence I’m coming in hot]

Jake: Why didn’t you tell me?

Sylvie: Why didn’t I tell you what?

Jake: What Mona did to you

Sylvie: Because then she’d win

Sylvie: same reason I didn’t react when she was all over you like a rash last night

Jake: So you just let me get back with her

Sylvie: What does that have to do with it, you would have anyway

Sylvie: It’s not surprising she saved her vitriol for me, is it?

Jake: The lengths she went to are, at least to me

Jake: And she didn’t save anything for you, it’s a pattern of behaviour I’ve let slide now, because I didn’t realise it was going on under my nose

Sylvie: You aren’t going to be the first or last to let rose coloured glasses cloud your judgment 

Sylvie: Would you have listened to me if I had brought it up, seriously?

Jake: I believe victims

Jake: You shouldn’t have stayed silent, she needs help

Sylvie: I’m not a victim, she’s just a bitch

Sylvie: She’s working out her insecurities the way any bully would

Jake: Exactly, she’s a bully who you’re a victim of

Jake: And this goes deeper than her insecurities; everything Bobby showed me was seriously messed up

Sylvie: I only spoke to him last night, I didn’t know about any of that shit before

Jake: You knew what she’d done to you the whole time

Sylvie: I handled that

Jake: You knew I’d been beating myself up over what a bad person I am

Sylvie: I’m sorry I didn’t prioritise absolving your guilt

Sylvie: I didn’t want you talking to her on my behalf, for any reason

Jake: I’m sorry I asked

Jake: Forget it

Sylvie: You feel bad for yourself, not me

Jake: Yeah, I’m the asshole

Sylvie: You feel like one, which is valid

Sylvie: you’re more of a victim of her than I’ve ever been

Jake: I’m not centring myself, I’m not innocent here

Sylvie: No one is

Sylvie: There are no excuses 

Jake: Bobby is

Sylvie: That was just…

Sylvie: really fucking weird, yeah

Jake: That was assault, he told her to stop

Sylvie: Using big words about this isn’t going to make up for the fact that you feel like you had the wool pulled over your eyes

Sylvie: She clearly fancies him and went about it very badly, because, of course, someone like her couldn’t fancy someone like him, unwarranted ego on her is insane

Jake: Using different words doesn’t change the fact no means no

Jake: And fancying him doesn’t mean she’s entitled to push past his boundaries or ignore his consent

Sylvie: Why are you explaining consent to me right now?

Sylvie: I know, Jake, Jesus Christ

Jake: Because my feelings of being made a fool of aren’t what I care about, I can’t believe you’d say that right now

Sylvie: You need to care

Sylvie: a lot of your relationship is built upon the idea that it’s cool for her to treat you like shit

Jake: I don’t, we’re not in a relationship anymore 

Sylvie: Do you know how uncomfortable it was to see you last night, how miserable you were

Jake: Yeah, I was in my body experiencing the misery, Sylvie

Sylvie: I just think you’re freaking out because of everything Bobby has told you

Sylvie: and that’s understandable, but you don’t want to add to the things that have been said and can’t be taken back

Jake: Of course I am

Jake: I thought I knew who my girlfriend was, just like I thought I knew who my best friend was

Sylvie: And just like Samantha, you don’t deserve to be treated like a fucking idiot by this girl

Sylvie: if Bobby didn’t tell you, she’d have waited until your next big argument and had it on her terms

Jake: I am an idiot

Jake: I was so sure I got her back last night, the girl she was to me, but instead, she’d been drinking, and I was taken in by the type of drunk she is

Sylvie: You can only know what you’re shown

Jake: I can only fall for a construct

Sylvie: I’m not saying it wasn’t part of her

Jake: It doesn’t matter what either of us say 

Sylvie: Pathologising her makes her in part a victim, that’s all I was trying to say

Sylvie: some people just aren’t great people, you know

Jake: Some people suck

Jake: But you’re not my therapist, I didn’t come here for the speak or to trauma dump onto you

Sylvie: Only you’re allowed to throw labels about, aye

Jake: I’m sorry I like labels, I need something to peel off or shred when I’m losing it

Sylvie: Better make it a fizzy drink, no booze, amount of stress you need to handle, you’d be out of it

Jake: I’ll make it another water

Sylvie: That was all that was left once everyone cleared out

Jake: I should’ve prioritised handing them out on my way out, nobody tell my mom I forgot to do a final good deed

Sylvie: I don’t think she’d want you to get arrested for the cause of hydration

Jake: Or brought in buried under a ton of plastic bottles everyone’s thrown at me ungratefully

Sylvie: There was one less for the one you threw at me

Jake: I dropped it

Sylvie: Hmm

Jake: You’d know if I threw it at you, that would hurt

Sylvie: You’d know if you’d hurt me

Jake: [saying, for the first French of the convo, ‘you know I’d be devastated’ because again, bringing back when he said that he would be if he did]

Sylvie: Can’t have that

Sylvie: your life is shit enough right now

Jake: Mr6 [thanks]

Sylvie: If I thought her being spiteful to me was anything more than that, I would have told you

Jake: I can’t blame you, I don’t

Sylvie: It’s all a big fucking mess

Jake: My mess

Sylvie: Nah

Sylvie: The first time, I didn’t know better, after that, I was as complicit 

Jake: The first time I saw you, and couldn’t look away, I was

Jake: But it hurt to even try to do better, every time I did

Sylvie: Art [stop]

Jake: [French] You’re a work of art, you always will be

Sylvie: You’re just upset about Mona

Jake: [French] I’m too much of a mess

Sylvie: No, but you’ll end up feeling bad about this later, I know you

Sylvie: You don’t have to deal with how shitty it is alone, though

Jake: Oue vdm [because yes he is and his life is shit enough rn like she said, more swearing win, but again tame]

Sylvie: Vdm [because we agree]

Jake: [telling her, in english this time, that he isn’t alone though because he’s with his dead dad he doesn’t remember and always bangs on about lol, however Mona phrased it cos my head hurts too much to go and look for her exact words, because ofc he’s at the bench being angsty baby, where else]

Sylvie: Did she actually say that

Sylvie: I’ll throw a proper bottle at her myself

Jake: It’s the least of what she said…

Jake: You’d have to get in line behind my sister, if she weren’t a more committed pacifist and bigger person than I am

Sylvie: Bobby showed me some stuff, I don’t know if he did everything, or that I’d remember now

Sylvie: but I knew it was bad, and I was the one who told him to tell you

Jake: It’s really bad

Sylvie: Can I say I hate her

Sylvie: and you not think it’s because I’m jealous of her

Jake: You can say or do whatever you want

Jake: [in French because he’s not allowed to hate people out loud in English lol, ‘I think I hate her’]

Sylvie: Maybe it’s not a bright idea, though

Sylvie: You better, boy

Jake: [French] Please don’t keep me in the dark too

Sylvie: [French] I don’t know how to keep you at arm’s length, obviously

Jake: I obviously don’t want you to

Sylvie: You’re in no position to say what you want, sort your head out first, won’t you

Jake: C pa 5pa [that’s not nice]

Sylvie: Att [because it can be wait but also see you very soon]

Jake: AC2N [no more hate because his gf has been so hateful in these receipts and he cannot cope]

Sylvie: pdh [no hate, because we could never]

Jake: X… [because how she wrote that she didn’t believe him in the party convo, cos he hates himself rn and thinks she should hate him]

Sylvie: You saw the best in someone past them deserving it

Sylvie: that doesn’t make you someone I need to hate

Jake: You saw me with her, you don’t deserve that

Sylvie: She was there first, I guess

Sylvie: what right have I to be upset

Jake: The way I treated you, you have every right to be upset

Jake: [French] I made you cum first, last night, and then…

Sylvie: Don’t, I can’t 

Sylvie: I know it happened, but I don’t want to think about it

Sylvie: because you can’t help loving her

Jake: I can’t help my feelings; I’m still responsible for my actions

Sylvie: Bit soon to say it’s fine because it’s not going to happen again, but

Sylvie: beating yourself up is the last thing you need to do today

Jake: And accepting my apology is the last thing you need to do, I’m still sorry though

Sylvie: [French] I might’ve made someone else cum too, you don’t know

Jake: No amount of wrongs makes a right; it wouldn’t get me off the hook

Sylvie: We should’ve stopped

Sylvie: but I didn’t want to, that meant dealing with my feelings about seeing you two together

Jake: I should’ve come here and waited for you when the urge first crossed my mind

Sylvie: I wish we’d stayed right there

Sylvie: that you’d not taken me home that night

Jake: Me too

Jake: I’ve never taken anybody else to that spot

Sylvie: Vr o fo? [true or false?]

Jake: Why would it be false?

Sylvie: If I were in your position, maybe I’d want to undo how much I shared of myself with someone like her

Jake: Since fathers are a touchy subject, I chose not to share his memorial

Jake: Or maybe I could just tell I kinda couldn’t trust her, on some level, with some of the deep stuff, I don’t know, that’s easy to say in hindsight I didn’t have then

Sylvie: Ah, true 

Sylvie: Will I be welcome back, if I need somewhere to think?

Jake: You’d be welcome anywhere

Sylvie: No lines?

Jake: No, cool tattoo or not

Sylvie: No rash decisions 

Sylvie: put down the hair dye too, you don’t wanna look like Samantha

Jake: [French] Maybe I’ll cut it instead

Sylvie: Nn [to steal the NO he often does lol]

Jake: Nn?

Sylvie: I’ll grow my fringe out, how do you feel about that

Jake: I’d feel like crying again, harder

Sylvie: You’re allowed to cry

Sylvie: it makes me want to, knowing how hurt you are

Jake: I’ll get dehydrated without you offering to bring me water

Jake: [in French, for the encore, as it’s their fave feelsy word even when not accurate, ‘unless it rains again’]

Sylvie: Why did it feel like cheating on you to be out in it with him

Jake: Because you were 

Jake: [French] You’re mine in every weather, but especially in the rain

Sylvie: You’re unbelievable, you know that

Sylvie: [French] And when are you mine?

Jake: JC [because I know but also his initials lol]

Jake: Tjs 2van tlm [because it’s both always & still, in front of everyone, to steal that from her from last night]

Sylvie: Am I being stupid, if I believe that how you feel about me can be separated from how you feel about her?

Jake: I believe it

Sylvie: So do I

Sylvie: but I hear how it sounds, how it looks

Jake: [French] I can only hear how you sound, remember how you looked

Sylvie: [French] I remember how you felt

Jake: You finally touched me

Sylvie: Good thing I’m not insecure enough to think I was that bad you had to avoid me all night after

Jake: [French] You know that the truth is you’re that good I had to avoid you, or I’d spend all night with you

Sylvie: That would’ve been preferable for me 

Sylvie: I ended up having a weird one

Jake: It would’ve been for me too, in hindsight, again 

Sylvie: You were happy at the time, though

Sylvie: would’ve been wrecking your night, not rescuing it

Jake: I’m happy with you, you made my night

Jake: You make it whenever we spend them together

Sylvie: Now we can be friends

Sylvie: maybe

Jake: If that’s what you want now

Sylvie: Just yours

Sylvie: don’t get me wrong, I’m not taking back what I said about the rest of them

Jake: Dac [because okay/I agree, either to be her friend or with her slagging off of his friends he’s not specifying lol] 

Sylvie: 2Mmanqs, Jake [I miss you]

Jake: I miss you, [+ his french term of endearment from last night, calling her his flea again]

Sylvie: I need to think about what to call you

Jake: [suggesting stuff either to be silly or OTT extra or both like hehe]?

Sylvie: Mon plaisir quotidien is a mouthful, but accurate

Jake: [French] I could make a joke about what else is, but it feels very serious

Sylvie: Mm, wouldn’t want me to demote you, mon gros

Sylvie: [French] And you’re not joking, I know now

Jake: You’ve already friend-zoned me, bro

Jake: [French] You saw the proof with your own eyes

Sylvie: I happen to know you need better ones

Sylvie: [French] I can’t stop thinking about it, I’m sick with it

Jake: You usually do figure out what I need, I guess I should probably trust your judgment 

Jake: [French] Do you know how tempted I am to make myself sick, to see if the pearls come back up?

Sylvie: I won’t even make you admit that I really do know it all

Sylvie: [French] As tempted as I would be to swallow them once you did

Jake: Pretty cool of you, I admit

Jake: [French] I would need to swallow you straight after

Sylvie: Kind of girl I am, whatever else you hear

Sylvie: [French] Whole

Jake: What I’d say, if anybody asked, even when they don’t want to hear it

Jake: [French] You can be my pearl

Sylvie: You’d stick up for me, even if what they say is true, too?

Sylvie: [French] You can have mine

Jake: How cool you are is truer, the truest

Jake: [French] Give yourself to me, the whole

Sylvie: I don’t want anyone else to have me

Jake: I don’t want anyone else to have you either

Sylvie: I hate the way other people’s hands feel, the ways they try to flirt, all of it

Jake: [French] I miss your hands, all of you, on me

Sylvie: [French] I haven’t been in my body since you were

Jake: Come back to your body and to me

Sylvie: Only because you told me to

Jake: Because you like it when I tell you what to do

Sylvie: You know what I need, too

Jake: You need to be a good girl so I can let you know that you are, and how much I like it

Sylvie: Because you need to let me know

Jake: [not at all casually writing out everything he wrote on her skin with a fingertip because he needs her to know exactly what he said in case she couldn’t decode it all in the moment ™  making sure she knows that those things are what he wrote on her skin and he isn’t just saying them atm but also that the sentiments of everything he did say like ‘really soon’ and ‘one of these days’ and ‘h24’ etc are really valid for the here and now because would love to let her know rn immediately]

Sylvie: [she almost certainly could not because way too dead and way too ready to die again lmao]

Sylvie: You might’ve tempted fate

Sylvie: and I couldn’t be happier

Jake: If being Jewish has taught me anything, it’s that our deeds alone determine our destiny

Jake: I’ll gladly tempt you with mine, over and over

Sylvie: I’m starting to think tempting you is a fundamental part of my destiny

Jake: [French] That’s why no one does it better

Sylvie: Let them try

Jake: Nn [because NO]

Sylvie: Good answer

Sylvie: All I want is you to want me, to need me so much you don’t leave me alone for a second

Jake: You got what you wanted the second you moved to town

Jake: I meant what I said earlier, at first sight, you were all I could focus on

Sylvie: You spoil me

Sylvie: except you were so unavailable, I’ve never felt so personally affronted by someone as I was by you then

Jake: I was trying not to spoil what I had before you showed up

Sylvie: Lots of people would want what you had

Jake: More would want a muse like you, if that were on the table

Sylvie: It’s hot that you’re reminding me it’s not

Jake: [French] You’re hot

Jake: Remind me again of the fever you had, I think I caught it

Sylvie: I hope someone makes you soup

Sylvie: some very rude boy denied me

Jake: You could order me some, that boy told you where

Jake: And I might feel better about going home, [whichever soup is good for fevers, we know his mum has one for everything] happened to be on the doorstep waiting

Sylvie: You weren’t feeling brave enough to order me to make you some

Sylvie: Have you talked to your mammy and sister about it all?

Jake: Not to order you to personally deliver it and see me like this

Jake: My mom, she’s busy working, but to get her advice

Sylvie: [show him the actual order page because of course you will] I’m a mess too, don’t worry, you can’t see me either

Sylvie: She have any good?

Jake: She hasn’t got my messages yet

Sylvie: I’m sorry

Sylvie: I can fake a medical emergency if you want to talk to her, be believable to in this state

Jake: [whatever day of the week this is]s are full-on

Jake: She’ll be swamped, no doubt

Jake: [telling her what time her shift finishes like it’s cool I’ll talk to her then vibes, as if it’s soon and that means it’s fine when it’s nothing of the sort and you’re planning to be alone for hours and hours cos you always lowkey are]

Sylvie: You can ask me for advice; I’ll be impartial 

Sylvie: or I can just keep you company

Jake: I was asking for her input as a nurse; you dismissed Mona going through a mental health crisis, in your humble opinion

Sylvie: Alright, what makes you think this is a mental health crisis?

Jake: The severity of what she said, talking to Bobby about wishing her little sister dead, threats people don’t normally type out to strangers

Sylvie: Did she sound serious about it, like there was a plan or intention behind the words

Sylvie: or like she was just attempting to be shocking?

Jake: [send her the relevant Maggie bits so she can decide for herself as a more impartial person because you’re a good egg and you’re spiralling]

Sylvie: It sounds like when she talks to [her gay bff], honestly

Sylvie: trying to be funny, she’s sore about the kid’s existence, obviously, that’s real

Sylvie: but I don’t think the threat is

Jake: [send her what Mona said about your poor sister because more of a plan was being made there even if she didn’t follow through with it thankfully]

Sylvie: Jesus, she’s some piece of work

Sylvie: It’s like she’s trying to impress him with it…

Jake: How is she the same girl I’ve been in a relationship with for [however long]?

Jake: She isn’t, I can’t reconcile the two 

Sylvie: She isn’t

Sylvie: you weren’t meant to see this side of her, clearly

Jake: Shouldn’t I have felt the existence of it somehow?

Sylvie: If it were that easy

Sylvie: we’d all end up with the right people, and shit like this wouldn’t happen

Sylvie: but it does, all the time, to people who don’t deserve it

Jake: She wasn’t easy to like sometimes, I remember telling you that

Jake: But this side to her, it’s totally beyond what I assumed was her worst

Sylvie: She must’ve felt like Bobby was a kindred spirit to tell him this stuff

Sylvie: otherwise she’d be too ashamed, surely…

Jake: How ableist to decide he’s someone who’d unquestioningly go along with her vendettas, because he doesn’t have a deaf community or culture at school, that isolation automatically equals every negative trait she accused him of in her messages

Sylvie: A crazy leap, for sure

Sylvie: but I don’t know if that would constitute a crisis itself, she’s not in psychosis or manic

Sylvie: if you think she’s a genuine threat to you and your family, though, that’s the one thing that you have a case for

Jake: I guess not, and by hoping she’s unwell, all I’m doing is seeking to make the situation more palatable, or at least Mona less responsible, because in the alternative, her actions are inexcusable and she’s whatever derogatory term she’d be psyched she pushed me into using

Sylvie: Right

Sylvie: She obviously has issues, but who doesn’t

Sylvie: if she isn’t interested in changing, then I don’t think it can be forced upon her

Jake: You’re right, and I’ve been forcing myself to keep finding the good in her, for my own selfish reasons, as is

Sylvie: You’re not being selfish, you care about her

Sylvie: and maybe this will be a wake-up call for her to sort her shit

Sylvie: but after all she said, I don’t think it’s healthy for you to stay together, some things can’t be taken back

Jake: The Mona I cared about doesn’t exist; it’s absolutely a wake-up call for me

Sylvie: I wanted this for you, I won’t lie about that

Sylvie: not like this, though, this is tough

Jake: Provided Talia doesn’t find out what Mona said about her, I’ll get over it, eventually

Jake: She wouldn’t ever, that level of hatred aimed towards her

Sylvie: She doesn’t need to know

Sylvie: she didn’t say it to her face, just like a coward, totally behind your back, too

Jake: I don’t know how I’m meant to look her in the face when she grills me about the breakup 

Sylvie: Don’t take on Mona’s guilt, you didn’t say those things

Sylvie: and it’s your breakup, you can be as truthful or as vague as you need to be

Jake: I need to stay on the bench, wind the clock back

Sylvie: If you need somewhere to stay, you can crash at mine

Jake: You don’t need me at your place, you said I can’t see you and to sort my head out first, they’re direct quotes

Sylvie: I can give you space, I’m not propositioning you

Sylvie: or go to another friend's, if you can’t handle home yet, that’s all I meant

Jake: I can’t handle you giving me more space, it’s been weeks

Sylvie: How long was it about to be

Sylvie: that’s what I keep thinking now

Jake: I don’t want to think about it

Sylvie: You’re all I think about, either way

Jake: I keep hurting you either way

Sylvie: I’m a big girl, I can decide what I want

Jake: I’m respecting the decision you already made by not standing on your doorstep either

Sylvie: You don’t have to come, it’s okay

Jake: [French] It’s not okay, it’s very hard

Sylvie: [French] How do we turn back time then?

Jake: Your guess is as good as mine, better, much as I’d love to go back to when I sketched you, I’m drawing a blank, nothing else

Sylvie: I’m going to draw you now, from memory 

Sylvie: And you’re going to go get your soup, we’ll work out your next move after that 

Sylvie: [send him the ETA of this delivery]

Jake: I’ll draw you with a fingertip, on my skin this time

Sylvie: Everywhere you want me

Jake: [French] As a cool tattoo, to look at when I miss you

Sylvie: I’ll mark you however you want when I next see you, promise

Jake: Promise me an earring, one of yours

Jake: [French] A pearl

Sylvie: [send him a picture of your jewellery collection to be like so many options]

Sylvie: You’re already so disgustingly handsome, you’re really going to make yourself even hotter like that?

Jake: [promise in French, using the most extra language possible that you’re not going to swallow it, hilarious that it’s a promise you have to make but you’re never over that you did that and you never want her to be either lol, but genuinely you are also intending to just get your ear pierced and be vaguely normal about it haha, so gotta let her know that too]

Sylvie: You’ll look like a poet in the renaissance, or a pirate

Sylvie: X… [to be like sure, I believe you… teheh]

Jake: Or King Charles I, he debuted his at 15 and famously wore the fashion, borrowed from France, until he died

Sylvie: Mon roi

Sylvie: as long as you promise not to end up the same way

Jake: He refused to be parted from his pearl, and neither will I, I’d assume that’s where our similarities end, I’m no history buff

Sylvie: You’ll wear it every day?

Jake: B1sur [of course]

Sylvie: You can have the ones I got for my 13th

Sylvie: well, one, I’ll keep the other

Jake: Show me

Sylvie: [unnecessarily put them in your ears, even if that and the side of your hair is all you’re showing him and it isn’t a full selfie because of the aforementioned state of you]

Jake: [name the album that would be a perfect cover for, because you’ve already said before her mouth is perfect for one so she’ll know what you’re doing]

Sylvie: You must feel a tiny bit better

Sylvie: you sound like you again

Jake: [French] You make me feel like myself again

Sylvie: [French] Don’t think I’m crazy, but

Sylvie: you make me feel like there’s a reason I came here

Jake: Your destiny, which I’m a fundamental part of

Sylvie: Coming here wasn’t exactly my choice, it’s just what happened if I didn’t wanna follow my dad

Sylvie: here with half strangers half family, no particular direction or purpose, but now

Jake: Here with me

Sylvie: As long as I’m with you, the rest makes sense, I want to make art and go cool places and experience shit again 

Jake: [French] If you’re crazy, we both are, and if we both are, I don’t care

Sylvie: I’ll be crazy for you 

Sylvie: I can admit it, how your attention feels like it belongs to me, when you give it to anyone else, I’m starving

Jake: I am, I have been

Jake: [French] What you’ve made me do… 

Sylvie: I like you like that

Sylvie: [French] I never felt like myself until I devoted my entirety to you

Jake: [saying, in French, ‘I’ve never had a muse like you’ using muse there cos it’s the same word, but then calling her ‘mon égérie’ for emphasis after because it’s more extra and ‘mon étincelle’ which is like, my spark, and fitting for her nickname to come and him saying she makes him feel alive and like himself, and you can have it of hope as well as of inspiration, so]

Sylvie: [French] I am yours, yours, yours

Sylvie: denying that, denying you, has become the same thing as denying myself

Sylvie: when I have to pretend to be unbothered about you being with someone else, it’s like I cease to exist, I’ve gone into hiding or something

Jake: [French] You don’t have to pretend any more, I’m alone

Sylvie: I won’t

Sylvie: If you got back with her or got another girlfriend, it doesn’t change what’s true

Jake: I won’t 

Sylvie: You shouldn’t, seriously

Sylvie: but me belonging to you has nothing to do with anyone else

Jake: No one else belongs to me in the same way

Jake: A lifetime of other girlfriends, that would stay true

Sylvie: [French] Because I’m more than a girlfriend

Jake: You defy labels

Sylvie: I still like every one you’ve given me so far though

Jake: [French] I love thinking of them for you

Sylvie: I love inspiring you, it inspires me

Sylvie: it’s the perfect feedback loop

Jake: You’re the perfect source of inspiration

Jake: [adding, in French, ‘a well/fountain (whichever sounds nicer cos idk actually) that never runs dry’ because baby she’s always wet, ‘a rain storm that never ends/stops’ because duh]

Sylvie: When it next rains, will I be able to see you?

Jake: [look up the weather and send it to her like she did your soup info, whenever rain is next forecast, cos who can say, hence you aren’t outright saying yes or no, cos it could start raining any minute, or tomorrow, way before y’all are ready]

Sylvie: I will have to settle for just thinking about you extra hard

Sylvie: like some kind of meditation

Jake: [send her you doing some meditation type shit and more breathing exercises courtesy of your sister, we know the vibes, just the audio though, cos y’all aren’t seeing each other rn]

Sylvie: Has it helped?

Jake: Un peu 

Sylvie: You must be exhausted

Sylvie: I am and I haven’t had to deal with half as much as you

Jake: I am, but I can go to bed after the soup; nobody’s home 

Sylvie: Smart, you don’t have to start a conversation if you’re sleeping when they get home

Jake: [send her a pic of the adorable note your sister left for you and your mum detailing wherever she is and roughly when she’ll be back, like, well at least she’s having a lovely time today, unlike the rest of us lol]

Sylvie: She’s so wholesome

Sylvie: makes me feel even more of a scumbag

Jake: You didn’t call her a slur or scheme against her

Sylvie: No brag to say I wouldn’t do that

Jake: No soup recipe to fix that

Sylvie: Don’t tell your mammy

Jake: She’d tell me the cure for hate is radical compassion 

Sylvie: Maybe

Sylvie: but it is a lot to ask the target to offer it

Jake: It’s the stance of a former neo-Nazi leader turned anti-hate campaigner in a memoir she’s read and I haven’t

Sylvie: I’d like to know what she’d think of my mammy’s book

Jake: I could pass it on to her, if you want

Sylvie: You don’t have to put her through that

Sylvie: it just amuses me that she’d enjoy it a lot less than the neo-Nazi’s offering

Jake: Your mother isn’t accepting accountability and projects her pain outward instead of healing it, according to the neo-Nazi, she can’t expect forgiveness, you need to engage in open, difficult conversations, and she hasn’t even acknowledged my review yet

Jake: [send it because you have written and posted a scathing one since y’all last discussed this book, but y’all haven’t been talking so you couldn’t tell her]

Sylvie: Oh

Sylvie: You are so unbearable

Jake: 2 ri 1 [you’re welcome and the way he wrote it when they were being saucy on the bench cos he knows she’s v into him really haha]

Sylvie: [highlight the points he made that you like the most]

Sylvie: You speaking for me just this once isn’t that bad, actually

Jake: [French] It feels really good when I can put words in your mouth, honestly

Sylvie: [French] You know how I honestly feel about it

Jake: [French] You know I’d throw a bottle at her for you too, pacifist or not

Sylvie: I’ve seen your protective instinct come out for me

Jake: You haven’t seen the half of it

Sylvie: Fuck

Jake: I wish I knew you at every age she wrote about, including before we were born

Sylvie: I wish you did too

Sylvie: a few years back, it really started getting to me, I was constantly asking my daddy if I was the way she said, that annoying

Sylvie: he said nah but he’s not exactly a man of words like you are, he didn’t give me a convincing alternative the way you could

Jake: How do we turn time back that far?

Sylvie: I’ll show you all my baby photos, I’m waiting on an invite so your mam and sister can do the honours

Jake: I’ll write on the back of them everything you are, so you don’t doubt yourself again

Sylvie: [French] You know I love you to tell me who I am

Jake: I can’t wait to meet you as a baby

Sylvie: I need to know you better than your family, for you to know me inside and out

Sylvie: I already feel closer to you than most everyone 

Jake: [French] I feel like you know the real me already, better than they do

Sylvie: That’s how I feel

Sylvie: I have since that first night, honestly

Jake: You turned me inside out that night

Sylvie: When I didn’t show up, and you asked if I was sick

Sylvie: being cared for in that way was so unfamiliar, it scared me but 

Sylvie: I knew I needed it from you, so much

Jake: Your absence made me feel sick

Sylvie: That’s how we know that we’re connected, somehow

Sylvie: you had no reason to care that I wasn’t there, to notice and feel it

Jake: I need you close to me, that’s the reason

Sylvie: You took my hand and pulled me to you

Sylvie: and I haven’t left your side since then

Jake: [French] You’ve never even been to my house, but I feel you here right now

Sylvie: I’ve seen your bed, I would be happy to never see beyond the four walls of your room ever again

Jake: [French] Don’t tell my mom I’m eating there, in bed with you

Sylvie: [French] I’ll clean up any mess we make, she doesn’t need to know

Sylvie: but you need rest

Jake: [in French, ‘my mess’ to reclaim it from when he had to say it so angstily earlier]

Jake: I’m happy to rest my eyes, you’re behind them dancing anyway

Sylvie: [French] Yes I am

Sylvie: and I’ll be in your dreams, ready to do anything you tell me to, just like waking life

Jake: You’re my dream come true, art imitating life 

Sylvie: I was walking around with a Jake shaped hole in me with no idea I was missing you

Sylvie: not until I saw you and you fit and I felt like a whole person for the first time in my life

Jake: [French] What shape am I? Draw me

Sylvie: I am drawing you

Sylvie: my lack of skills is pissing me off

Jake: [show her your pen sketch of her to make her feel better about her lack of skills because you think yours is really crap, and because you haven’t cos y’all got distracted, but in my head it’s kinda abstract in a cool way, idk, but you know what I mean]

Sylvie: I see how you feel

Sylvie: like I hear it in your songs

Sylvie: Maybe I’ll cover my room in attempts, so it looks like the inside of my brain in here

Jake: [show her that you’ve framed the beer mat she kissed to protect it and the badges she stuck all over you are likewise stuck on your wall in a cool way, hilarious when you’ve had a gf the whole time, way to show she hasn’t been in your room lol]

Sylvie: You’re the coolest

Sylvie: I would have your poster on my wall at [an age, that’s giving tween behaviour] and do unspeakable things to it

Jake: I was going to ask if I could have a baby picture of you for my wall, to protect her, but now it sounds like I’d be doing unspeakable things to it

Sylvie: Don’t let my disgusting mind ruin it for her

Sylvie: I’ll see if my grandparents have any good ones here, if not I’ll go home

Sylvie: you need an original 

Jake: I’ll create you a poster, [whoever of his friends] has stage photos of me performing your song

Sylvie: I need 2

Sylvie: One on my wall I can defile and one on the ceiling above my bed

Jake: [telling her in french that actually she needs 3, one she can eat, because he swallowed the pearls, so ofc]

Sylvie: Stp [his please]

Sylvie: [French] Feed yourself to me

Jake: [show her the page of her sketch again but this time there’s a little piece of paper missing, near the art, but not the art itself because simply can’t, so she knows he has just eaten it with his soup like a heathen or baby junie, it’s giving where his pen slipped/was pressing down really hard nearby during the feralness]

Sylvie: I’ve forgotten how to swallow

Sylvie: I’m drooling all over myself, again

Jake: [French] You said you’re starving for my attention

Sylvie: I could live off of you, what you give me 

Sylvie: [French] I’ve no appetite for anything else

Jake: I can’t stop touching my ear, wanting there to be a hole

Jake: For you to give me half of your 13th birthday present

Sylvie: I can pierce it for you, when we see each other

Jake: [French] No one else can do it, I’m going to cum

Sylvie: Moi aussi

Sylvie: I’m so happy I got them for my 13th, no other birthday would be acceptable 

Jake: Who got them for you?

Sylvie: My daddy

Jake: [French] What a pity your mother didn’t, I’d be so happy to give them a better association for you

Sylvie: I know, her views on material possessions seem to change as the mood takes her, must’ve been a buddhist minimalism kind of year

Sylvie: You’re going to protect little me, I don’t need anybody else

Jake: [show her that in his copy of her mum’s book he’s defaced her author’s photo in a very petty and funny way, like when you draw devil horns etc on someone in a magazine, those vibes, 1000% using the same pen as he used to draw her, his fave now]

Sylvie: [French] I didn’t take you as the kind of boy to draw in books, Jacob Cohen

Jake: [French] This is a worthy exception, you’re that kind of girl

Jake: [and show her that using your famous red sharpie on the first page you’ve made it like those blackout poems, to only say nice things about her, because he intends to do the whole ass book eventually, to right the wrongs]

Sylvie: When I’m in such a fragile state

Jake: [French] I still want you, in any state

Sylvie: Wanting you has me in a constant one

Jake: [this boy never needs an excuse to hyperfixate on her mouth but she’s certainly given him one anyway, she looks a mess and he’s obsessed with being the reason why and that being the worst kept secret at this party rn, opening his mouth repeatedly like a gasping fish because that’s how he feels atm, cannot catch his breath and could absolutely scream this place down, also a little bit like he’s playfully teasing her/arguing/flirting by doing it but doing it like that, which reminds him of their flirty argument earlier and how fun it was whereas he cannot remember the last time he had a fun convo with his gf because their arguments aren’t even hot anymore like they started out being, they’re just savage, no playing (besides asking ‘encore?’ with a head tilt like she tilted hers at him during said vape sass, because that word is their thing and she already said again) when he writes his intials (for the I know of it with how this already has and is going to affect her) then his full name Jacob Cohen and then his signature however that looked when he signed her wrist, including the heart over the e, taking his time over all of this, his one hand doing the J and C, or the first and last name respectively but repeating his signature in full with each so he’s doing it in both pockets, harder and more possessively the second time because he’s giving her what they shamelessly both want without just fully doing his name as a lovebite all over her which he would if he could and he’s telling her so when she sits on him and is covering his body with even more of hers and it’s hitting SO different than when Mona did it, in her ear to erase the memory of the horrible shit his gf said in his]

Sylvie: [hot loling at his mouth antics, heart eyes because you know it isn’t purely to be cheeky and is also because he is losing control as much as you are, sneaking a kiss on said mouth, swooping in like you’re going to use yours to keep his open or maybe bite his lip for insolence but just giving him a relatively chaste kiss to contrast how feral you are being in every other way, only the MOAN that he absorbs gives away that that was so much more than a peck, clapping for the encore here entirely seriously because yes please and thank you, though the way you are immediately fighting for your life to not cum the second he does that first J should have you rethinking but shan’t, gripping onto the shoulders of his hoodie so tightly you wouldn’t be surprised to see claw marks when you let go, pressing all her weight into his body as he continues because simply holding back the inevitable until he’s finished here and you are only letting the wave build and build and when the dam breaks it’s going to be so much more violent for it and you need him to support you fully, your turn to be opening and closing your mouth like a guppy because words to explain why this is what’s making you cum will not come from your brain fast enough to keep up with the pace at which you are rapidly losing it here, just telling him you love it, in French, over and over in a pleading and desperate fashion until you finally can let go and let him hold you whilst you convulse, biting the hood of this hoodie that’s around his neck, because you wanna bite his neck but you’ll settle for this and it’s entirely necessary so you don’t scream and alert the whole room to what is happening because you are certain that you would be that loud without something between your teeth]

Jake: [dying at the chaste kiss because even from that some of her lipstick is going to be transferred onto him potentially and he loves to THINK about that even if he can’t see it because the irrelevant randoms of this room could if they cared to look and that’s making him INSANE on this day because he wants to be claimed too even though he shouldn’t, his hips moving to try and write an x inside her over and over for said kiss because would LOVE to makeout rn but we’ll take what we can get, as sincerely wishing for actual claw marks tbh because this feels like a dream or fantasy he’s had during their time apart rather than something real, at least it does until she presses all her weight onto him like she read his mind and she’s anchoring him to how real it is and that it’s actually happening, gasping like he’s genuinely shocked, bringing the xs back more forcefully when she’s opening and closing her mouth too and giving him the reminder of saying she loves it again which was all she could say on the bench I think it was, once again living for the danger of her red lip on that hoodie because once again you want that to happen as a lasting memento of this, cinematically biting your lip until it bleeds, for the red and so he doesn’t likewise loudly alert everyone to what’s happening, stealing the move from your gf when Sylvie entered to grab this girl’s face and kiss her like he was kissed because no fucks are given when you’re both losing it this hard and there’s no way he’s also not, savagely and shamelessly rewriting history, thank god Mona can’t see]

Sylvie: [I say you’re gonna have to tie that hoodie around your waist at the inevitable makeup transfer happening there, but that’s not a problem either of you care to solve in the moment, it feels so far from a problem it’s laughable, very much tempted to destroy his hoodie in every way she can conceivably imagine, but thank god has no real energy to at this point, I think it was I love it on the bench too, switching it up to tell him not to stop, in French and in English, all in his ear, so close you will be getting lipstick there too, you’re going to need to sort yourself out so thoroughly after this or LEAVE boy, it’s so serious lmao, but we must make it clear that even though we are beyond dead you have to keep going until that’s mutual, that nothing else is acceptable, so thrilled when he feeds you that bloody lip and gives you this rewrite all in one swoop, making happy but !! noises because fragile doesn’t cover the state she’s in, but still got to makeout like you’ll never see him again, because nothing else will do, making your own tiny x’s with your hips, trying to do the most whilst being able to do the least without whimpering about it]

Jake: [mhmm, he’d have to tie it around his waist anyway if his denim wasn’t black so you’re welcome for that one boy, not that you care at the moment, very much the opposite, he’s living for how wet she is and being covered in it, when she’s telling him not to stop, telling her he can’t in both English and French, volleyed back every time she says it, so insistently that it would sound like he’s lying and trying to convince her if we didn’t ALL know how true it is, really starting to die at the makeout she’s turning this into because we all remember him turning the notp kiss into one and this is hitting so different and so much better, it won’t stop him from matching her xs with his own until he literally can’t anymore because nothing else will do than that either, writing that it isn’t goodbye in every way he can think to, in English, french in full and in text speak in her pockets over and over because he meant that and it has proven true, the least smug I told you so anyone has ever uttered because he’s so THANK GOD about it, as another I told you so, of sorts, spitting into her mouth like he said he wanted to, when he really DIES, cinematically, with violence as if each of these swallowed pearls are gonna come up and into her mouth when he does] 

Sylvie: [trying to tell him within this makeout that he never stops in her dreams, not being with it enough to be doing this so messily on purpose, but yes, an added bonus that when you talk, you’re risking getting your tongue bit with every word, and there’s more spit going all over both your faces, the way you’re kissing like there’s no chance anyone is going to walk in and see or put a stop to this, when that is such a big possibility, insane work, god bless, though quite who would wanna break this absolutely feral scene up I do not know because y’all are forever doing the most and killing each other at all times, kissing his cheek and giving it a bite (not hard enough to break the skin or bruise it, sad times) but you must be a little violent because it wasn’t goodbye and you’re deliriously happy about that now and feel as though you might say something crazy if you don’t nibble him a little, heaven forbid, at least your mouth is then occupied with his spit because shh and stop it, out here trying to near drown yourself with it you’re so into it, seeing how his name sounds whilst you do]

Jake: [I’m literally here screaming have y’all learnt nothing because anyone could be filming this rn as has already happened not very long ago, never mind anyone could walk in and witness this firsthand including his gf, as my boo said, but he’s too far gone to care as he always is around this girl which is why we forced you apart, we love a bite in this house even if she can’t break skin and he’ll love it so much that he’ll be biting the neck of his hoodie too about this, which will cover said cheek slightly and make it more difficult for her which we also love, another let’s hide together moment, and she can always bite down on the same spot if she needs to do so harder than she can on his face (very fitting their teeth into each others on the plastic cup) at least until he’s busy spitting into her mouth lol, pulling her via her fringe obvs, where else, to do that very hot move, when she’s doing her drowning herself and gargling his name antics, so !! that he’s almost ripping her pockets off because he’s already DEAD without hearing and watching her doing all that, gripping onto her hips hard enough to definitely bruise because essentially clinging onto her for dear life as if he never has to let her go and as if it’s her turn to support his full weight because he is unable himself]

Sylvie: [no, fr, not one lesson learnt, it’s only by the grace of god and the fact that this party is wildin that y’all aren’t being filmed because clearly something else is going down to keep people’s attention, but you don’t know that, the truth is that you wanna get caught, from her POV, she wouldn’t be mad to break up this shit couple and free him, soz, it’s not even just the rush you both obviously get from playing this game, absolutely be biting this hoodie again, and then his hair, return that favour and get it all up in your mouth, licking it and everything, making it a wet mess too because why not, you’re here now, both an absolute state in every way and so happy about it, crying out again when he bruises her but pushing her body further into his hands because it never means stop, propping y’all up against the nearest wall/item of furniture/whatever so neither of you has to be strong and you can just fall over essentially]

Jake: [mhmm and from his POV that would be decision made and notp game over if he was caught because the only reason she took him back (aside from humiliating this gal) is because she could tell herself it was a one off and he was just drunk and riding high from the gig (okay girl) so he wants to be too, on some level, because like I said he knows it’s not going well, this reconciliation, soz not soz, doing his first hot lol of the night at her antics because he’s beyond happy about it too (again kind of heartbreaking because your gf should be making you feel this way too and clearly did once, or at least happier than how miserable you’ve been lately) shaking his hair away but more to tickle her and get it more in her grill than anything else because it never means stop either, which his eyes are also SCREAMING when she cries out because never stop doing that please and thanks ‘you make me feel so alive’ said breathlessly in French, hinting at her nickname which is yet to come, in stunning contrast to how DEAD he is when he gives her a hug even more dramatic than the one he gave her when he entered the room (for an iconic full circle moment) because he is essentially falling over and wants her with him, once again just fully clinging to her the way he never has his gf because needy for this girl the way he isn’t allowed to be for Mona, because despite her allegedly wanting him to be obsessed with her she doesn’t actually like it if he comes across as pathetically being]

Sylvie: [full circle is exactly right and chef’s kiss, as is you two essentially ending up on the cold, hard ground together once more with no fucks given, just hold each other dramatically and possessively for as long as you can, divas, because you can’t do it forever how you wish you could and when you have to force yourselves to get up and then separate that is going to feel painful, steal every second you can because borrowed time has never been truer, which you always know the minute you finish and the post-nut clarity hits, however hard you try to fight it, doing a little sigh into his shoulder, nuzzling your head there whilst you try to slow your heart down and come back to your senses]

Jake: [stunning work from us as always, and especially from winola gay he says, oh lads you’re gonna be so sad and it’s already started with that sigh, lifting her head from where it’s nuzzled into his shoulder so so gently (in contrast to how rough he was being but a moment ago) once he’s heard it, holding her face, trying to memorise exactly how it looks here in the aftermath, and then putting his hand over her mouth because on the one hand (no pun intended haha) it’s giving when she pressed her lips to that beermat for him and on the other it’s giving no no shh because we don’t ever want her to be sad, however unrealistic that is under the circumstances, saying ‘I hate it’ quietly in French to directly contrast and echo when she said she loved it because forlorn about more than just her sigh, they’re on borrowed time indeed and they both know it]

Sylvie: [he said he’s eating like never before, he fears, silly old bear, this boy will get to feel her smile against the palm of his hand, it’s small, but it’s genuine, LOOKING back at him and trying to memorise his face with the same sincerity, trying her hardest not to have sad eyes about this, shaking her head when he says he hates it, because we want to say it’s okay and it’ll be okay, even if we’re not fully convinced ourself yet ‘I’ll take stolen glimpses of this over a life in the dark’ holding his face on either side so he has to listen and not look away because serious ‘every time, any time’]

Jake: [oh he does feel that smile and he could cry about it (not for the first time, we all remember he already has cried over her and this situation and he defs has other times during this horrific fortnight, she doesn’t know that but we do) but he’s similarly trying his hardest to actually not, despite being so overcome and overwhelmed by the urge that it feels like it could be as out of his control as anything else they’ve done in this room, forcing himself not to look away from her or drop his head like he’s tempted to though so she can memorise him too, and then he can’t anyway because she’s holding his face and dropping that absolute banger of a line that has him visibly floored and even more heartbroken but also even more in love (because he may not have said it but we’re all aware) ‘you should write a song about me’ also deadly serious because that was poetry I fear ‘I’ll take my turn as muse’]

Sylvie: [the gals are going through it, me like I’m glad you’re not being watched because if y’all both burst into tears immediately after cumming like that you’ll look insane haha, blink them back and hold it together, eyes stinging and throat feeling restricted as hell but still managing to smile again now that he can see it, being the one that has to finally break the eye contact, looking away to blush about this, nudging his foot with hers (not unlike how he did when she joined his debate circle earlier) like shh, because you definitely did make tracks about this but you fear they are so sad and moody that the level of heartbreak is really going to out you because can’t be overstated just how badly you’ve been dealing with this and that suddenly feels crazy in the cold light of day (aka y’all are about to be separated again) ‘maybe I will, now you’ve given me something to write about’ smirking at him because we all know it’s just sass to say he’s not been inspiring until now ‘something I want you to hear, anyway’]

Jake: [excuse me everybody because I’m about to be mean to this boy and say some tears do escape (starting when she looks away but there’s still no hiding this from her) despite his best efforts because iconic for the boy to be the one who is (even if mobby disagree, toxic haters), obvs it’s giving more realistic than the single tear or beautiful crying tropes but that’s how it’s gonna feel to you artsy bitches in this moment and when you look back on it, so French cinema coded, but that’s just what her smile has got him like and that’s before we even get started on him just immediately KNOWING that she has written stuff but it’s sad and angry and heartbreaking and he did all that and that’s the type of muse he’s been as well as the saucy antics etc he’s inspired that they discussed earlier, this is the heart sinking and gut wrenching reality of what he’s put her through and he can’t kid himself otherwise the way he clearly has been trying to that she’s coping fine and living her best life with bar boy, unlike him who showed up wearing his heart on his sleeve and looking a mess, no notes he do be crying a little bit at the gig even if he’s also returning her smirk with one of his at the very same time like oh okay yeah, as if she’s gonna write a sassy song about said tears only lol]

Sylvie: [despite feeling like you were about to burst into tears yourself, being completely blindsided by it from him, not in a toxic ew boys don’t cry way, of course, but genuinely not seeing it coming until he is and she’s rushing to hug him into her arms like OH, really cuddling him in a way you don’t even realise in the moment that you haven’t before now, just doing it because you want to, somewhat fixing the mess you’ve made of his hair as you smooth it out, telling him it’s gonna be alright]

Jake: [you didn’t think you’d be here doing this either but here we are and he’s finding it almost as hard not to cry harder now he started as he found it not to start crying before, burying his face into her clothes in a same but different way to how she was destroying his hoodie earlier on, like these tears are another memento of the night she needs to have, moving so they also fall onto her skin, against her neck where he did that lovebite, because even when he’s sad he can still make it peak romance and cinematic]

Sylvie: [trying not to be too into him crying, but that is peak romantic, and you are holding your breath about it until you have to exhale shakily like damn, following the trail of these teardrops on her skin with her fingertips, then bringing them to her mouth to taste, wiping more from his face to hold it again ‘you still look like art’ because forever true and he is an excellent muse, taking a faux photo of his crying face with her hands before smoothing her own hair and outfit down because always end up a state, that’s even before you can think about dealing with your makeup, which as you absentmindedly wipe some of it off of his lip, you just know is an absolute state on you lmao]

Jake: [drop your own banger of a line when she’s following the trail of these teardrops and then tasting them, because there’s something poetic about said trail and the lines they’ve been trying and failing to draw and the seine and rain, idk I’m not a lyricist now or ever, hitting her with ‘toi aussi’ because she looks more like art to him here in this moment ™ as an absolute state than ever, taking a million mental pictures with his heart eyes before you lick your thumb like you’re about to turn a page (poetic and cinematic yet again) and brush it over her mouth, slowly and deliberately, to be savoured as a gesture and a moment ™ in itself because there are only so many left, hitting her with the first ever French term of endearment, softly because it’s private between y’all and needs to be kept even more secret than this party is allowing as standard, I’ll have to try and pick one lol, french has so many and they’re wild, maybe my flea haha cos that’s a popular one you could know and she does like to bite him and he did admit she gets on his nerves so it feels fitting for the first one when I’m not trying to be as extra as some of them are, y’all are well and truly needing to scratch that itch whenever you’re around each other, note to my future self that I will be building up to him calling her a/his pearl, obvs, but that hasn’t occurred to him yet, baby steps forever, despite being so feral in some ways]

Sylvie: [my boo says you know what I’m putting down, and we completely do, and it’s her turn to say what a mind, kissing in that spot behind his ear and at the base of his hairline, doing the tiniest, excitable nip there because if he gets a bruise he can hide it with the wurls, it’s literally fine, we’re unrepentant because he’s being clever and hot with it, closing her eyes when he brushes his thumb over her bottom lip, using the resolve we all know you famously barely have to stop herself from going feral on it and ending up with his whole hand in her mouth, which is the image that will not stop playing behind her eyelids right now, opening her eyes to confirm she heard this term of endearment and didn’t just imagine it, doing a shaky lil laugh and replying, in her own quiet French ‘If that’s who you want me to be’]

Jake: [I’m not an indie boy in a band and I sadly never will be lol, but in happier news, I’d like you to know that when I went back and looked at the other convo because I wanted to see when, where and why he said ‘harder’ in French, to know for when he borrows it to say in English here now (because now she’s put the idea out there, he does want a bruise very badly thank you very much) anyway, I’d like you know that during that exchange tears were in fact running down her cheeks because she wouldn’t close her eyes despite badly needing to and being overstimulated af, and that’s SO important and gaggy to note given his crying (and the fact he’s undoubtedly remembering that because of said borrowed word, unlike me who did not remember that happened lol) anyway x 2, this boy is equally unrepentant in egging her on for said bruise he desperately wants, whirls to hide it or no whirls, and even more unrepentant when he says ‘I only/just want you’ in French, which could mean he wants her regardless of nicknames or how she’s behaving etc etc, and does, but the double meaning of wanting her and not his gf is SO real and SO loud in this moment, soz not soz hun]

Sylvie: [yes, I remember that, you’ve both had your French cinema moment now and thus it feels even more right and your thing ™, and isn’t going to help you stop any time soon, we’re obsessed and thus happily obliging in giving him a proper lovebite, the satisfied grunt she does from not having to hold back, despite still being half-dead, getting turned on anew and taking this time to write her name on him with her tongue, doing the same three ways he did it on her, first her initials in this secret spot, then her signature along his jaw and then her whole name (because kinda long lol) across his throat, because we know what you’re saying and you have us just as much as we have you]

Jake: [the girls are living their best lives, he could not be happier that she’s obliging in giving him a proper lovebite (imagine if she refused haha) and despite being likewise still half dead he’s likewise as turned on anew about it because such are the joys and horrors of being a teenage boy, he can be almost constantly or instantly, pulling her back on top of him to feel it as he blurts out ‘I need you’ as the lovebite really hits after not having one forever, because she said she did him earlier but he has not and it’s more extra than want, that one in English but adding ‘I miss you’ in french too, because it’s always more dramatic that way, when she’s writing her name on him in all these different ways, the signature reminding him VIVIDLY of when they were on the bench and he wrote his signature with his tongue on her skin so when she’s done, biting her stomach hard enough through her top to leave some kind of mark (which she can cover later from bar boy or whoever if she needs to with clothes) for that throwback of him doing the heartshaped lovebite there on that night as part of said signature (and all their antics with his stomach before) but also as one to her drooling on herself earlier because of course he wants her to be covered in his spit too while he’s at it, not deliberately doing a heart this time but if it ends up being one because of his remembering that’s accidentally perfect and cinematic] 

Sylvie: [I say divas, focus, you are not meant to be going for round two when it’s a true miracle you got away with round one in its entirety, unrepentant to the nth degree on this day, steadying herself by wrapping her arms around his neck and into the back of his hair, mouth open with the NOISE that’s stuck in her throat about how he feels and how that makes her feel, telling him you’re here, so insistently, moving in his lap like do you not feel how still here I am? Her own vivid flashbacks being prompted by this attention back on her stomach, remembering SO clearly how y’all thought oral was about to go down then and you couldn’t stop thinking about it and now you can’t stop thinking about it once again, the way we’re panting through this seems like that bite caused serious pain or we’re doing the most to draw attention to our belly when it’s not intentional just a byproduct of our !! insane thoughts ‘are we ever going to be that alone?’ blurted out, because only far you can go in a room with other people in, though our amused/horny smile in the pause as we think about that is letting you know we’re not ruling it out lmao]

Jake: [soz not soz his only focus is on this gal whenever he’s with her, (btw winnie says what if it turns out to be a lovebite that’s kind of shaped like half a heart like those necklaces and he’s so right for that because how fitting, carrying half of each other’s with you + being a little bit heartbroken when this is eventually over with, anyway just wanted to let you know that) hence playing with the button of her jeans as insistently, which is way more !! than the playful way he did on the bench, like if it was remotely possible said button would be getting ripped off rn and therefore it can’t be called accidental when he undoes it and #exposes her a little bit at the gig because seems kinda intentional when you’re pulling on it that hard sir, thinking as hard about oral as a result like he was then, as well as being assaulted by the flashbacks of how hardcore he fingered her, saying ‘it was such a long time ago’ in French to echo that night when he said it feels like such a long time ago, using eternite and being extra as hell, to ref kissing when it hadn’t been at all, because this time it truly has been what would feel like forever since said fingering on the bench or in the venue before they got kicked out, going insane himself too, because it genuinely feels like torture, how dare these other people be here to cockblock his feral antics, nevertheless it won’t stop him from doing the most whenever he can though, so when she’s panting like that, bringing his mouth to her nips (which he also did on the bench) and going to town on them, once again covering her clothes with more of his spit, in another quick but !! blink and you miss it moment before she speaks and he answers by writing 12c4 (to reclaim it from how sadly he had to use it earlier) with a shaky fingertip on the skin he’s exposed by leaving that jeans button undone, adding bi1to forever and always and h24 to likewise reclaim that as happy again from the previous convo, before finally taking off his hoodie and throwing it over their laps (like at the venue) because touching the skin that’s directly above the waistband of her underwear is just making him wanna touch her again under them and have her touch him because she never has like that, however unrealistic this is, yet again no lessons have been learnt]

Sylvie: [oh, tiny win, you are such a romantic ideas bear, even if it’s a stretch, to you two it’s gonna absolutely look like that, and you will die over it for all the reasons, here and now, giving him unabashed heart eyes because so into him it’s ridiculous when he is bold and pushes things past their limit like this, hence lifting your body towards him to help rather than hinder, no hesitation to even fake, so much blood rushing you genuinely think you could faint when you realise and then THINK ABOUT how you would let him do anything he wanted to you in front of these people right now, truly anything, hence ‘too long’ being replied in French before he’s even finished that sentence, needy doesn’t cover how you feel at this point, hence writhing off of his lap to be sat next to him by the time he’s giving your nips all this attention and reclaiming all the words you need to on your body, snuggling into his side as close as you can and angling his lap towards you, because you know what this hoodie being placed down means and you couldn’t be more ready, can’t even get him undressed because you’re trying to in such a !! manner, taking some deep breaths and LOOKING up into his eyes ‘I haven’t stopped thinking about it, since you called me’ because truly, it feels like worship and pure obsession by now, how much you think about him touching himself and when you would finally get to do it yourself]

Jake: [winnie says you’re welcome xoxo however much of a reach it may technically be, they’ll be living and dying for it, much like here and now because y’all aren’t anywhere near close enough to recovered to be trying to do this, never mind do it and not get caught, he’s already here doing a soft but !! moan at the anticipation of it and neither of them have touched each other yet, god bless, in French ‘say how much it’ll mean to you’ because he’s already reclaimed from the previous convo when she was trying to get him to say it will never happen again by writing the french text speak to prove it will, so now he wants her to say the opposite of when she said say it meant nothing just before that, not at all casually trying to write the wrongs of that angst, starting to touch her before she even has a chance to answer though, obviously not as ferally as he did on the bench but nowhere near as slowly or carefully as he did at the venue before they got caught, which if anything even more carefully is what he should be going for, not less lol, but he can’t help it, he just simply must, LOOKING back at her as he is, listening to the sounds of what he’s doing like he’s listening to a song she wrote him, nodding as if in appreciation of said track but also because hard same, he hasn’t stopped thinking about it either]

Sylvie: [we may have to see y’all interrupted, I’m afraid, but until that point, going for this like that couldn’t possibly happen and there is nothing to lose ‘it means so much to me that you’ve been this patient’ in French, of course, as you’re finally undoing his jeans enough to expose him to you, instinctively bucking her lower body into his tentative touching whilst you STARE at his dick, in a way that could make you insecure if you couldn’t see how completely feral it’s making her and how in awe she is lowkey, putting her face into the crook of her arm and biting whatever flesh, fabric or hair she can get a hold of whilst she tries to hold it together, but of course the more !! the fingering gets, the less control she has over anything, was planning to sit here as still as you could as so to not draw attention, but is absolutely fucking herself onto his fingers in a very obvious way ‘you know it’s my first time’ because that answers what this means to her, taking the lord’s name in vain in both languages here and her head snapping down closer to his lap, tantalisingly closer but we are just spitting to start touching him too, a bit more fast and furious than he is purely because so excited to, hence regaining eye contact when she lifts her head, like, shit, this is really happening]

Jake: [truly, they’ve lowkey gotten away with too much already, which is clearly only because as my boo said earlier, something is popping off elsewhere but it can’t forever be and y’all can’t be this blatantly touching each other and expect nobody to ever notice, anyway, as it stands they don’t care and feel invincible and that rude awakening is in the post, smiling mischievously because he hasn’t been patient at all in how he couldn’t wait for her answer before he began but he’s the opposite of sorry about it, his eyes lighting up at her body’s immediate reaction to the touching, no hesitation in writing 2MmanQs inside of her even if she can’t tell that he is because he’s missed being inside her and how much she loves when he is, turning to the most intense heart eyes he’s ever done when she’s staring at his body in awe and is then so obviously losing her mind, he’s beyond into all of it, not even realising he’s basically returning the favour and staring at her in awe when she spits, practically convulsing when it hits his skin (shoutout epilepsy foreshadowing again) before she’s even touched him, feeling like he could cry again maintaining this eye contact but he has to, thankfully his eyes just burning this time ‘I can’t believe you’ve never done this before’ whispered in French, again kinda in awe, because she’s doing it so well but also because he’s imagined her and dreamed about her doing this so often, in what feels like every possible scenario]   

Sylvie: [pulling his bottom lip into her mouth for grinning like that because she can make him bleed, and he can say he did it to himself, unfiltered yet muffled stream of consciousness about how sexy he is and how he keeps her this turned on perpetually, making me so glad that this party is so loud because she’s really not holding back from sounding like the biggest groupie here, using both hands to touch him, being experimental with the how and the where in every way that is coming to her mind through what she has fantasized about doing to him and what she has seen and read in porn and the like, doing a laugh that is so innocent for what they’re doing, the contrast is so stark and makes it all the more !! hitting him with the truest French ‘I know’ she has ever because hard same ‘I don’t want to stop’ said like he’s trying to move away, shaking her head and frowning ‘like, ever, though’ because what you actually mean is how are you meant to do normal life when this is all you want to do all day every day]

Jake: [me like please be careful because we don’t know what t-shirt or vest he had on under that hoodie but I’m betting it’s light coloured and you surely don’t need to get it covered in blood when your hoodie is already the state it is, yet again they couldn’t care less though, just me, not holding back from how he’s reacting to everything she’s telling him both physically and when he says ‘no wonder you’re my muse’ in English with his full chest, you’re not supposed to admit that diva, your gf is meant to be and you’re saying the quiet part out loud, so agreed, thank god for this party setting, y’all won’t agree in a minute when I have someone/a group of peeps LOUDLY burst into this room how only drunk people can looking for their friend or to pick a fight with someone who isn’t and you shit yourselves and jump 6 ft in the air junie style, because truly what better time (as a sign from the universe) than when he’s hardcore moving into her touch so needily and is about to/is getting cut off mid telling her not to ever stop and how much he likewise doesn’t want that]

Sylvie: [we will let you suck it all into your mouth, because that’s what you want right now, to taste him, so it’s way more luck than judgment on y’alls part, but you’re welcome, not that you’re going to feel at all welcome when you get jumpscared, the rudest of wakeup calls, it’s terrifying enough that it happens and you have to use speed and reflexes you didn’t even know you possessed to stop touching each other and dress yourselves adequately, but also to be dragged back into the reality of other people being in this room and it not just being only you two in the world that really exist, like genuine cortisol through the ROOF, sneaking a glance at him because you remember he felt sick before and this would be enough to tip anyone over the edge, giving his hand a SQUEEZE, even though your palm is sweaty and shaking, nodding her head to whatever door these peeps just bust through, silently telling him he can go and she’ll wait, trying not to breathe too erratically by just holding it in right now]

Jake: [you’re welcome though that this interruption is giving a bunch of gypsy lads coming to kick someone’s head in so nobody will be focused on anything but how explosive this is (and the lads themselves are too busy to care what you were doing too) and you not only get the opportunity to unhand each other and dress yourselves but also an excuse to look so shocked because everyone is at these sudden unexpected scenes, soz to Jake that you will be freaking out trying to work out if these boys are related to your gf and being unable to tell if they are or just friends of hers or not even really that because you don’t hang with her family or community like that, genuinely this boy fighting for his life once again, never a dull moment for Jacob at this party, not even aware how savage his rejection might come across when he pulls his hand away from hers to tie this hoodie around his waist and literally run away because he’s in shock]

Sylvie: [mhmm, failing the not taking it personally challenge, I fear, even though she’s here telling herself that it isn’t, because of course he’s in shock, you literally saw it coming, even though there was nothing to be done by the time you did, still, it feels brutal because this all feels so nasty and gross and you aren’t even sure how your body is reacting because you’re not fully in it now, push your way through and push to the front of a bathroom line right now because it is necessary, thank you]

Jake: [soz girl that feels as brutal as when his gf interrupted y’all’s sexting, I’m being so evil but it’s realistic for this era I feel, meanwhile win says I’m allowed to be cinematic and say he runs back outside, this time unthinkingly to whichever part of the garden he said was hers when he split them up, not even realising in the moment, barely realising in fact that unlike earlier it’s now raining quite heavily (because ofc it must be, literal cold shower for this horny boy, please, as well as all the symbolism) and honestly thank god it is because you’ve hidden the carnage on your hoodie but you need to get her lipstick and your blood and whatever else off your face and body (devastating to realise it’ll wash her off your hand, when you do), because you have every intention of just leaving this party when you’re back in your body and capable of coherent thought tbh, but that doesn’t mean I’m necessarily allowing it to be easy or people to see you looking like a cheater, your gf is very much still here somewhere, thank you]

Sylvie: [we’re not letting y’all off the hook like that, lmao, his girlfriend will have to catch him and force him to stay, soz boy, having an absolutely stunning moment cleaning away your crimes though, you can’t appreciate that now but you will when you can look back, this girl doing the same, allowing yourself that staring yourself down in the mirror moment as she does, pissing people off ‘cos this will take a minute, don’t care, bye, am going to let you realise, once she is done (because lots of time in there to THINK as muscle memory takes over whilst she fixes her hair and face), that he was thinking that maybe those boys were related to Mona and maybe they saw enough to say something, so sending a message]

Sylvie: They didn’t look in our direction

Sylvie: they were looking for that lad alone

Jake: [mhmm I know damn well you wanna storm out to your bench and sit and wait for her there but I’m not letting you because your gf is gonna find you and she isn’t immune to finding you attractive, which you are gonna look in the rain, like you’re mr darcy or you’ve entered a wet t-shirt contest, in my head it’s giving front garden so you could flee and so the bathroom Sylvie is in overlooks where you are poetically even though she doesn’t know you’re there and isn’t looking and vice versa, so therefore it stands to reason your gf could spot you if she’s saying hello or bye to someone or if some different gypsy lads are carrying in crates of beer or whatever and she’s holding the door, whatever the reason, pulling him through it by said wet t-shirt because she’s drunk enough to remember why she found him hot and temporarily forget how much he hurt and humiliated her, really evil work of me for y’all to be making out when he hasn’t recovered from what’s just happened, but at least you know she hasn’t found out what you were up to or she wouldn’t be instigating kissing you rn (is this also about mobby, could something have happened there, very possibly), even if every second you’re expecting someone to appear and interrupt by telling her or smacking you or something, couldn’t be more on edge or forced to leave this girl on unread for longer because no chance in hell he’s replying with his gf in the vicinity even if she wasn’t being uncharacteristically into you and reminding you of old times]

Sylvie: [my boo said I’m sorry, I’ve got to be cruel, and she’s so right for that, because why wouldn’t this happen, it all checks out, Jake try not to have a heart attack challenge, truly, and of course this girl (once she has left the bathroom and located some of her friends again, because okay, he’s not replying) has to walk in and see it because sure, let’s just rip the band-aid all the way off and finish our plummet back down to earth in style, grabbing bar boy like you’ve not been missing for the last god knows how long and dragging him as far away from this as you can, even if it’s not fully out the room, finding a bottle to pass between y’all and starting yous off with a way too big swig to set the tone]

Jake: [I’m sorry that ofc it’s rn she’s decided she wants to hook up with this boy for the first time since they got back together and ofc he can’t and isn’t going to just reject her and cruelly end things once and for all, because despite this being a headfuck all of his own making, it still is, and nothing’s that simple, because here is the literal girl he dragged up on stage with him to sing, when she’s this level of drunk she’s cool and fun and happy, everything he fell for and wrote songs about but none of the things he didn’t because she isn’t a bitter spiteful bitch, we could write an essay about that, but we shan’t, point being she’s trying to drag him upstairs (I know you wanna do it in Bobby’s room missy girl, you’re still sick about him, whatever else you may be haha) and he equal parts does want to go as much as doesn’t, what a mess lads, and for once none of it engineered to upset Sylvie (who they don’t even realise is there) which is what really would, this is an authentic notp moment ™ and she can tell]

Sylvie: [oh girls, what an actual mess, never mind that poor boy who’s been beaten up in the other room, hope you’re okay, hun, just one thing after another now, out here feeling sick as hell, and even the pure booze you just necked wouldn’t have you feeling like that, can’t fake a friendly and happy demeanour, also cannot cry or have a tantrum about this because you refuse, keep busy, keep distracted, stop looking in their direction because you don’t need to see how this ends, ask this boy to come outside and talk with you, yes it’s raining, no we don’t care, obviously he’s going to because he’s interested]

Jake: [winnie is giggling and kicking his little legs, the boy potentially dead in the other room is so funny to me, soz love, and soz Sylvie because I just know Mona will be hanging off this boy like Lily was always doing to Timmy irl, not caring how wet he is from the rain, making him carry her upstairs while she’s kissing him and messing with his whurls and clothes in a way that’d be such a mood and slay if this was anybody else but it’s not and I’m heated because I wish Jake would notice his actual love interest and what she’s up to with bar boy but he’s too busy and distracted, I hate what the notp are going to go and do and I hate that they can because she can clear a room of anyone, she invited basically everyone here, most of all I hate that I’m gonna say Jacob Cohen will eventually be remerging from whatever room they end up in with at least one lovebite Sylvie did not put there, again not even to piss this girl off from Mona’s POV, it’s knocking me SICK everybody, Bobby I wish you were here, diva, we need you now tonight haha, interrupt them please, use your creepiness for the greater good for once]

Sylvie: [sorry to say Bobby’s room is also absolutely locked, hun, so you won’t be getting in there, he wasn’t trying to have his shit ruined, we know Ian has spoiled them with many things over the years, and he doesn’t want them nicked, tah, I do have a beat to use him for later, but that is not yet so you stay wherever you’re lurking sir, right now, having a genuine heart to heart with bar boy because the only solution to this is for you to have something real, because the issue before was that is was very much fake and surface level, now you’re actually talking about why you’re here and your parental shit and talking about Jake like he’s an ex so you can talk about it, I’m sure this man has his own stuff because everyone does, can actually feel like you #bonded, even if there’s a gnawing pit in your stomach and you keep having to remind yourself to not think about Jake at all]

Jake: [mhmm, she may be thwarted from using Bobby’s room but sadly we can’t thwart this hookup the way we did sylke’s antics because it does need to happen for the plot, however much I don’t like it lol, aw bless bar boy, thanks for not being a creep yourself rn and her being allowed to have this much needed venting sesh, whatever happens with y’all in the future, in the now that’s nice and I will think about it instead of what Jake is doing, try not to accidentally speak French or call her the wrong name or anything hun, thank god it is like and for old time’s sake before Sylvie was even here so that will help you not make any of those mistakes and be in the moment with the actual girl you’re with, however complicated your feelings are in said moment and after]

Sylvie: [we don’t need you to be a creep when we’ve got Bobby for that, as well as a myriad of other lads if we felt the need, you may as well be decent enough, so when y’all come back in soaked through, you can cuddle up and dance together to dry and get warm]

Jake: [agreed that’s a better use of you now and in the future, she doesn’t need the bad vibes of you working in the pub if things went sour between y’all, meanwhile whenever the notp re-enter this party after their hookup they can likewise have the dance together they did not earlier and that would be cute under different circumstances, even if it’s in a different part of this house and you’re all out of sight of each other, it still exists as a parallel]

Sylvie: [okay, win says I must tell you my Bobby plan of it all, so, when this party winds down, whether that’s the police being called and everyone has to scarper/JC coming and shutting it down/Bobby gets sick of it and kicks everyone out, he’s taking Sylvie to one side and being like I need to talk to you and because he’s family adjacent she’s like yeah sure, it’s fine friends and bar boy, you go ahead, because even with the dance thing earlier she’s not #concerned like as far as she’s aware now that was just miscommunication awks, so talk to her he does and he shows her all the receipts of Mona talking to him and what she said about Jake and trying to get on him (all edited so there’s nothing crazy he said, duh) and Sylvie is like well why would you tell me this and he’s like oh please lmao, but she’s just freaking like well I can’t tell Jake that looks so calculated, you need to talk to him if you really think he should know, and he’s like okay, I will, think he has a right to know, all that jazz, so she’s like okay, that’s decent of you actually, so they get talking (how he can) until it’s just them/if it hasn’t been the whole time and then they end up doing some droogs and then the next thing Sylvie knows its the AM and she’s stayed over in his bed and is like what happened but he says he doesn’t know either and yeah, as we know Bobby, is that the truth, did he drug her a lil, either way, DOUBT baby]

Jake: [omg win I’m so seated, that’s really good, well thought of, I love her feeling like she can’t tell Jake cos she’ll just look bitter boots as the notp are happy rn and he won’t believe her, cos true, he wouldn’t want to and he’d just say the convo is fake and edited and whatever, but then feeling won over by him seeming to want to the decent thing, very real as is doing drugs with him when you were already a lil drunk and the therefore not knowing what happened, she could’ve lost her virginity under such dubious circumstances, that’s so gaggy, and we always did wanna do a storyline about someone being drugged since we watched that show way back so I’m glad it’s being brought in, in a believable way, did something happen or is he just messing with her, does he genuinely not remember or is he just saying that, loves it, not for you Sylvie, poor girl, but for us and the plot]

Sylvie: [and Bobby absolutely ain’t shedding any light on it any time soon, he’s being purposefully vague with her like, well, if it did, is that okay, I was high too, I can’t remember, but then I’m sure he’ll say otherwise to Mona to sound scary, and who knows where the truth lies for real, but yes, then he can very much ‘date’ her if we want to cause more chaos and drama and he defs will send all the tea to Jake but he already knows he won’t do shit so that was never the masterplan lol]

Jake: [exactly dr phil, being very unhelpful and causing the most issues for this girl that he possibly can, not us giving her a potential pregnancy scare before the sylke abortion, if that’s still going ahead on this redo, because she literally doesn’t know if they had sex or not, what a state of affairs, poor Jake is gonna be so confused about those Mona receipts because umm wtf]

Sylvie: [honestly, me like and why and how would Bobby make all that up, audio and pictures (I think? lol) to boot, get with it diva, but anyway, we can still do more before this if you like, but that’s where I see this ending up]

Jake: [mhmm, I’m actually thinking maybe the notp should break up because that’s a lot of tea to spill and shit to fake and he was looking for an out, as I said, they can always get back together again when his health drama ramps up anyway if they do, for the reasons I also said, even if that’s a horrific decision, we’re not saying Jake is making good ones or that Mona wouldn’t be genuinely sorry that Bobby did her like that and therefore come across as being to him, I can’t decide if that or if they should just stay together the whole time Sally Fields, with Jake’s head in the sand, as for doing more of this, I think we can probably say the party breaks up and all that happens because we ate the vibes up really well and achieved everything we wanted to, unless there’s anything else you really want to happen before it does] 

Sylvie: [I’d say it probably makes more sense for y’all to split for a bit, that’s clearly the sort of couple you are to make the jokes y’all did with your refs, but it’s obvs up to you as they’re both you, we’ll work with whatever way, but yeah, we probably covered as much ground as we can for now, you’re going to both do your best to ignore each other until the night is done]

Jake: [yeah fuck it, the vibe is you have split multiple times before anyway hence I have made those refs and had them both say as much in their own ways, undeniably the quickest makeup and breakup on record this time haha but in the face of Bobby’s meddling that’s valid, soz Sylvie that it’s your time to fight for your life now with all this Bobby nonsense, and we thought we were putting Jake through it]

Sylvie: [and this is why you can’t trust that menace, he said you’re a little too comfortable, Mona, lemme fuck your spot up, oh, you, no one can clock your next mood or move; Sylvie does not deserve this but we know she’s in a place for it to happen, however far we decide to take it before she’s like um, actually, lemme get off this ride real quick, ANYWAY, to combine literally all those options for ending this shindig, having Bobby cold call the police about this party (insane work, why would you do that lmao) and then once he’s spread the word for hoes to flee and they do start fleeing GRABBING Sylvie bodily and carrying her up into the loft, which would be so alarming lmao, okay King Kong, Mona found fewmin, being like hide with me aha don’t want you to get in trouble ‘cos we’re family xoxo, sure Jan, then messaging JC to be like lol, I’ve had a party, better come be here before the police are, again, crazy work, but then when JC do come and say soz won’t happen again to the police, he’ll refuse to talk to them or listen to them ranting at him so they just have to do the best they can to fix the house (if they think that’s for the best) then all the aforementioned stuff with Sylvie can occur, whether JC sleep over or go home, he doesn’t care and it clearly gets to a point that Sylvie can’t remember what happened, so yeah, what think/any additions?]

Jake: [this is why Mona you should leave this boy well alone, Johnny come and get your daughter, but you won’t and so she won’t because she’s #damaged, Sylvie is absolutely caught in this horrific crossfire totally undeserved but at least we don’t have to say it’s a full blown finnray 2.0 controlling toxic bf getting trapped situation, she can get out much quicker and we can be kind and say (even if we only know in our hearts) that he didn’t assault her, he just drugged her and let her think it, because that’s vile enough, insane but very legit work from Bobby, not the loft that’s so spooky and really upset me omg, thank god Mona can have left before then because Jake would want to, he’s a good boy nerd and he’s not looking to get in any trouble with the police, soz JC, we all know Casey loves a stress tidy and fix of broken stuff to try and make things better, we all remember when jj were comatose and he was cleaning the gaff, they also don’t deserve to be dragged into this nonsense, they should defs go home at some point though, if only so they can’t be any help when poor Sylvie is trying to piece things together in the cold light of day]

Sylvie: [exactly, because regardless of whatever mess this is or isn’t, you still have feelings for and will be talking to Jake, so he can’t fully control you because you aren’t fully in, and he’s aware of that, in my mind that’s the most likely vibe, I think he probably took photographs of her (to what extent, Idk) but for the JJ of it all as well as just giving serial killer trophy vibes, but we don’t need to say he went full rapist about this, save ourselves that, thank you, my boo says I do NOT wanna be thrown in our loft, and I say it’s okay because I’m definitely not strong enough lol, Jake would’ve been the first one out of the door, God bless him, and God bless Casey too, I don’t blame y’all for leaving this boy to it, he’s being a little bastard to be a little bastard and get attention, it seems likely for y’all to therefore undo a lot of the damage he did for Jimothy’s sake and then say bye, even if that isn’t addressing this, which isn’t ideal, y’all don’t know how incel coded he has gotten yet and it’s just how you’d deal with this, ahh, well, I think we can safely say we have caused maximum drama with this soiree baby]

Jake: [mhmm sylke are still a thing and bar boy also exists and still cares so he isn’t gonna be able to isolate her, not to mention mcvickers would be triggered if he tried it because not their first rodeo, their daughter literally was raped by Finn, Caleb and whichever other friends of his, and plenty more abuse besides, even if she told herself a story otherwise, hence we don’t need to say Bobby is doing that, the photographs though 1000% because it’s also giving revenge porn which we’ve also wanted to do with someone and is very incel coded, nudes are violating enough without saying he further violated you, I surely wish Jake wasn’t first out the door so he could stop this but it’s too real he would be and too real jc would too when things are fixed because she’d wanna get Casey out if Bobby’s winding him up so that he doesn’t beat the shit out of another brother, not ideal but Casey has his own issues and those are y’alls priority in the moment when Sylvie seems fine and consenting to being there and you have no reason to think things are gonna escalate to where they do]

Sylvie: [exactly, she’s not isolated or that mentally fucked to go for it, hence we’re not even saying that’s the vibe because that’s just not going to work, just seeing if he can headfuck her into dating him until he can’t, and if she then threatens to tell on him, then he can bring out the photos and get away with it, exactly dr phil, sure we will come to wanna blame all of y’all but truly no one could say they saw this coming and he will get his sweet comuppance when he tries to murder Janis and goes to jail lmao, I’m sure you can talk then and strengthen that case and that will be healing and close the chapter for you, because absolutely, both of JC would love to kick this boy’s booty buns but that’s playing into his hand and y’all gotta be the slightly bigger people, unfortunately lol]

Jake: [mhmm, ooh this is all so big brained of you and win, even better than when we were OG thinking of how to involve sylke into his murder plot, it just tracks very nicely, Mona is the only one who could say she saw this coming but she isn’t gonna lol, Bobby going to prison will be healing for Jimothy and JC ultimately too, as we’ve said before, and it’s the best place for him, soz, I might let Jake break his being a pacifist and beat Bobby up at some point before he does though because you’re also a teenager and you very much don’t have to be the bigger person haha, we’ll see]

Sylvie: [oh, I hope I haven’t talked over us because I forgot if/what we decided on there lol, soz Bobby but you’re the only way to fix the giant rift in your family, how bout you get some therapy and I mean that sincerely because you have been turned into this and none of this is the answer, you should absolutely let Jake fight him, because at some point (we’ll find it naturally as we do this) he is gonna find out the full tea and then it’s so deserved]

Jake: [I don’t think we had fully decided we were just talking about him maybe doing some vandalism or something to her house but she wasn’t there, so they weren’t really at risk, because she has two and because the belfast one would have sick security, so yeah, nothing lost and everything gained here, it’s better, and yeah x2 I absolutely think Jake should fight him because even if being a pacifist wasn’t just part of his persona (which it is) and something he deep down really isn’t except for his mum and sister’s sake, like agreeing to be a vegan from a little kid, which we’ll see when he’s angry etc in his sick kid era like we’ve done before and it all falls by the wayside for him to be who he really is, even if he truly truly was a pacifist to his bones, he loves Sylvie to his bones by that point and it’s horrific enough that he would do it for her anyway]

Sylvie: [oh yes, I remember that now, and that can happen if we want it to, but overall, slay slay, go us, we’re making connections and improving shit all the time]

Jake: [we are and I’m really happy with how everything is going, bringing y’all to gen 3 and changing China into Mona was such a good and cohesive decision, Bobby being closer in age to his brothers is chef’s kiss the way making Casey a boy was, I fear, anyway, we’ll have to decide where we wanna go next but that might be question for jemily of tomorrow because the lack of sleep is catching up with me and so is my snoo and I don’t wanna flop whatever we decide]

Sylvie: [Well, where to even begin with this MESS of a house party, the way Bobby would have specifically invited this girl just to cause problems, I’d say you should’ve known, but you gave that boy the benefit of the doubt and assumed he was just worried about numbers being low, when, as is obvious the minute you get on this street, that couldn’t be further from the truth and this is a rager already when you, your friends and bar boy put in an appearance; which, as we’ve discussed, means once you’ve fought your way into a room you are stuck there for the foreseeable, which is how you find yourself in the same room as Jake and Mona, because lord knows you would’ve avoided them if you could but now y’all are crammed into the same room and getting out is going to be as noticeable as it just was busting in, thank god there will be alcohol everywhere and you surely brought your own too, otherwise this would be even more painful, stuck doing the awkward dance of not flinching and looking away the second you clock them but also not staring like you wanna start something, fun and games lmao]

Jake: [Bobby being an agent of chaos is so real and sets the tone for this party so absolutely, the way Jake couldn’t want to be at a rager less rn even before he knows this gal has been invited couldn’t be overstated because on top of being devastated by the sylke drama he is also experiencing epilepsy symptoms (aka seizures that don’t look like seizures) he thinks are just related because mood swings is one along with the rollercoaster feeling in your stomach and ringing in his ears or a bad taste in his mouth that he thinks is just sadness and guilt, because I will be evil and use the lovebite fading time skip to our advantage like that and his gf is doing a very treat him mean approach which this loverboy does not appreciate in these trying times, at least she is until Jake immediately clocks Sylvie’s entrance (and bar boy’s oh ho ho) so he be about to LOOK before Mona grabs his face like um no you’re only allowed to LOOK at me sir and kisses him possessively, which he will jump on because like I said these are not fun times and she’s been withholding and he does still have feelings for her, but that’s gonna look like he’s deliberately trying to rub Sylvie’s face in it and salt in her wounds, which he’s not, even if his gf is]

Sylvie: [epilepsy absolutely fucking you up and you have no idea yet, so devious, so real, as is you attributing it to psychic and emotional damage, like no babe; just here covering your actual EW with faux vomiting and being like no, I’m just so glad I could help get them back together, y’know, sort of vibes with your friends, who will all have various thoughts and feelings about the Jake situation undoubtedly and you must assure everyone you are an unbothered queen and they’re being cringey as hell, if anything, because you know that was directed at you and you’re also aware that it was from Mona and not Jake because you don’t need to know her well to understand that that is the vibe lmao, here scouting out your exit that currently doesn’t exist because the minute it becomes available you will be taking it, for now, drinking like it’s going out of style which won’t look out of place in this party]

Jake: [mhmm we all know Mona hasn’t given Jake the time of day until literally now because he gives her the ick (in his activist hoodie and always lol) and she has invited literally everyone she knows to make up the numbers at this party so there’s no shortage of other cooler people for her to interact with, the notp are only together in this room rn I feel because he brought her a drink dutifully to try and interact with her so now he’s making the most of this kiss turning it into more of a makeout, ew indeed, until she literally pushes him away (a taste of your own medicine with that lil rejection there diva) because she can, pretending it’s more playful than it is, because she’s a bitch and being cooler and meaner than him is the dynamic he signed up for, he will be taking a big drink after himself though because it’s an ouch from him, not y’all accidentally being in sync and choreographed accidentally once again, we love to see it, going to do his hairflip signature move automatically but not wanting to seem like he’s doing anything to attract Sylvie’s attention, so putting his hood up angstily instead, until his gf pulls it down, again read playfully but actually mean, like don’t, and fixes his whurls for him]

Sylvie: [like, even if you didn’t fancy Jake yourself, (which of course you do, and that’s relevant, BUT), their dynamic would actually knock you sick, it wasn’t just his friends being sycophants that wound you up, it’s bad vibes all the way down and you truly can’t bear looking at it, because however pissed off you might wanna be with him, he’s clearly having a shit time and you hate to see it, if you could think of a genuine reason to go over right now, you would but alas there is truly no good reason for you to yet and it would look confrontational as hell so you gotta hold back and hold your tongue, which right now is making you wanna bite said tongue but that’s too close to giving flashbacks so please find the music source so you can put a better song on and turn it up even louder than the deafening volume it already is, distraction needed urgently]

Jake: [when she said his gf was a big part of the reason she didn’t wanna hang with his friends she wasn’t just being salty and rude, it’s very true, oh Jake if you didn’t have ringing ears before this party you definitely will now, catch said gf sitting on this boy (because he’s perched somewhere awkwardly that isn’t technically a seat, in my mind) so that you’re blocking his view of Sylvie at all times, unsubtly, even before she’s danced or done anything but walked across the room to the music, whispering in this boy’s ear the entire time too and they aren’t sweet nothings, it’s giving in mint when he whispered in his vegan gf’s ear to stfu menacingly at the table, just slightly less bad vibes haha but barely, this poor boy cannot even catch a glimpse of this girl and it’s diabolical, I will separate y’all somehow soon thank god, however temporarily]

Sylvie: [exactly dr phil, we thought it before all this happened, we just didn’t voice it fully because there was no need to drag y’all to filth when we could simply move on and find new people to hang with, now absolutely wishing you had said all you wanted to say though because from now on it will inevitably be tinged with what’s gone down between you two and you’ve got valid points regardless lmao, just here getting heated about it and now not even wanting to shamelessly use bar boy to make him jealous because the vibes are RANCID enough, thank you, at least Mona is losing the idgaf war so fiercely to the point it’s simply embarrassing, like you are not convinced they’re back and better than ever, baby (where the posts might have made you think so) but this feels like a hollow victory at Jake’s expense right now, idk how you’d go about this but naturally getting people dancing and not just demanding everyone joins in, basically haha, so at least there’s genuine fun being had in this room rn and they can join in, even if you surely will have to witness some blatant dirty dancing (NOT the film this time), meanwhile you’re trying to group dance and not single out bar boy particularly whilst not being rude af and blanking him]

Jake: [the vibes are rancid and they’re about to get worse because this girl doesn’t vape she’s a smoker through and through (that’s on lily rose depp being French af) and she will be lighting up indoors (because the party is to piss Jimothy off/give him a wakeup call and get him to parent) which will make Jake SO uncomfortable because he’s a good boy and a nerd through and through (loves to recycle the empties, we all remember from the OG), trying to get her to go outside or at least to a window she can open and she’s like LOL no, so this boy has never been more upset in his life, she will be distracting him by making him share with her in a sexy blowbacks style manner and that’s their version of dirty dancing rn because we all know she doesn’t want to dance with this boy ever, you’ve staked your claim and embarrassed yourself enough by having to that hard, simply can’t take it further and be cringier, she will go dance with her friends when they ask (because her gay boy bestie who doesn’t ship would insist if nobody else) leaving him awkwardly with however much remains of this cigarette (+ her drink + bag + jacket + whatever else she cba to hold rn) and conflicted over who to watch, clearly his gf wins out (because he’s forcing himself to focus on her as Sylvie told him to) but as clearly he’s sneaking more glances at her than he should]

Sylvie: [me like and Jimothy was making smoking look cool long before you, do your research lmao, not that you solely need to wreck this place, mission accomplished with the sheer number of people here and the noise and mess the neighbours can complain about, blowbacks should not be tainted like this, and yet you had to, just like you had to befriend this gay boy bestie to see if your father would care, I know it in my soul, so he deserves to be shady about your life choices, tbh, they’re only getting worse so buckle up, diva; meanwhile, this girl allowing herself to look at him properly finally, when this little performance is over, because genuinely want to see if he’s okay, nodding her head just the once in recognition, trying to communicate far too many things with this tiny gesture, so ultimately what is coming through relies largely on how he feels on interpreting it, if he sees]

Jake: [poor Jake will be sacrificing what remains of his own drink (even though it should be hers) to put out what remains of this cigarette safely and responsibly to be disposed of later he hopes (but more than likely kicked over by someone or something) RIP whiskey and coke because that’s Mona’s signature drink and he doesn’t have one (and hers happens to be vegan, not deliberately as a choice on her part, purely an accident) so he’s just drinking the same as her tonight (which is very telling), mhmm I’m just going off Lily’s IRL friends and content I have (like I think that’s literally his hand in the nail pic) but it makes so much sense for you as a character to do that and I imagine he as a character is also really bitchy and you call each other horrific slurs as if they’re terms of endearment, anyway, meanwhile ofc he’s gonna see her nod because he simply must, he’ll be looking away very quickly but she’ll know he has seen because his eyes cannot lie in the moment ™ before he does, shaking his head, so they’re unintentionally like mirror opposites but he’s not okay and just trying to clear it, unsuccessfully, meanwhile x2 someone who is trying to point score with Mona (for whatever reason) from her italian class comes in having stolen a bottle of limoncello from the back of a cupboard when Janis went to italy modelling so they’re all gonna do shots and Jake of course will be trying to refuse because it’s giving him flashbacks to when Sylvie did them with his friend, but his gf won’t let him because stop being a party pooper sir, so he’ll have to do it, making EYE CONTACT with this girl as he does because everyone else is closing their eyes/wincing/trying not to gag how you can’t help but do (and he’s FIGHTING against so hard for them to have this other charged moment ™ ) with a shot so he can] 

Sylvie: [have your moment lads, don’t let these flops stand in your way any longer, the point has been made and Mona can’t hammer it home any harder unless Sylvie starts crossing some lines and there has been no evidence of that yet, so we will be maintaining that EYE CONTACT, and we will be mouthing ‘santé’ at him and not the Italian equivalent because this isn’t about y’all, taking a swig of her drink so it’s giving shot without you having to find your own bottle of spirit]

Jake: [you deserve a snatched moment considering how hard Mona has made it for this boy to even acknowledge this girl’s presence up to now so have at it, mouthing back ‘a la tienne’ because he is shamelessly only toasting to her and her health nobody else’s in this room including his own and he can’t clink her glass how he would like and how they’d do it in Paris (which is a whole thing and they say you’ll have 7 years of bad sex if you do it wrong haha) so this is as extra and private moment coded as he can be, unthinkingly doing the hairflip move he didn’t earlier because his head is back when taking the shot, his eyes unthinkingly travelling down to WATCH her swallow and being gutted to the extent he’s worried his shot will come straight back up when he sees that the lovebite he did there has faded like all of his, even though he obviously knew logically they would have because he’s seen it happen in real time]

Sylvie: [something about him toasting her health only being peak loverboy, and also telling of how he does not feel well in his body in a very real way, get it baby boo, not helping the dramatics here by grabbing at your throat/neck area concernedly, as if you’ve let bar boy cover you in lovebites you had forgotten about until this moment, which is clearly not the case but the genuine fear that his gutted reaction provokes in you cannot be overstated tbh, flashing him the smallest of smiles like you did that on purpose, even though you know he definitely did not and you both just had your own different freakouts there]

Jake: [exactly dr phil, he doesn’t feel well at all so he will be trying to push through the crowds of peeps as politely as he can to try and get some air and find a bathroom or at least a kitchen sink or bin or houseplant because feels like he’s going to be sick actually and never more so than when she gives him a small smile and he knows he can’t return it or go to her or any of the things he wants to do, because you don’t need to be a mindreader to know what her freakout was about, given how y’all left things and she’s here with bar boy, cos even if she hasn’t done anything PDA he’s not one of her friends you’d recognise and you just KNOW, your gf is gonna be fuming you left when (if) she notices but her friends are clearly keeping her busy with more shots and dancing and nonsense, run, I don’t blame you boy]

Sylvie: [oh, the urge to follow him is so real, feeling like your feet are in pain from the effort you’re exerting to keep them still, because you surely have to let his gf follow him, but she clearly isn’t immediately because she isn’t paying attention to him the way you were so you’re stuck here silently willing her to, even though she’s a bitch and would give him very limited sympathy, so maybe stay put missy girl, part of this gal’s head is also worrying that it’s her fault and he rushed off because of that, at least a little, so we’ve got to not go after him for all the reasons but I will allow a message, just to show you care, that could just be politeness and nothing else, mind ya business]

Sylvie: It’s close in here, yeah

Sylvie: getting some air’s a shout

Jake: [when his gf is absolutely not going to ever follow him, soz Jake although actually yes it is ultimately for the best because you’re pissing her off with your moping and she’d just be mean if she did]

Jake: It’s something in here, for sure

Jake: [telling her she can either take the back garden or front depending which he’s nearer to rn depending how far he got, in the vibes of drawing a line through the house, if she also wants some air]

Sylvie: Guessing Bobby is aiming for a fight when his brother comes home, didn’t get the vibes from my invite before, but it’s his to pick, I guess

Sylvie: If I ever make it out, I’ll stick to my side, don’t worry

Jake: I didn’t pick the guest list, or you’d have been spared the vibes

Jake: Cool, I’m stuck [wherever he is] right now, but me too

Sylvie: I wasn’t expecting anything less from her, I’ll live

Sylvie: If you do need anything, water or whatever, I can run you some, still

Jake: I wasn’t expecting to see you

Sylvie: There’s that

Sylvie: It happens another time, it’s going to stop looking accidental from me

Jake: Cv? [how are you?]

Sylvie: Cpl [complicated]

Sylvie: e twa? [and you?]

Jake: C [it is]

Jake: R29 [nothing’s new, because we all know how he is]

Sylvie: T nrv? [are you angry/frustrated/irritated?]

Jake: Jsg [I’m (doing) great, which could be taken as he’s genuinely trying to convince her of that or he’s being sassy because he’s clearly so far from]

Sylvie: X… [believe, we don’t lmao]

Jake: Ss [I am, to double down, either way lol]

Sylvie: T [you are]

Sylvie: plein de merde

Jake: 12c4 [one of these days, like I will be]

Jake: Exprd [looking shady like he’s saying one of these days you’ll make me laugh]

Sylvie: G! [I have!]

Jake: Ki c? [who is this? To be sassy, but we all know it brings back memories of their last convo in a way he did not intend even though he deliberately wrote it differently than she did then]

Sylvie: Nsp [IDK]

Sylvie: entk [in any case]

Jake: Ok1 [none/not one because hard same he doesn’t have a clue who either of them are rn acting like this]

Sylvie: It’s been made obvious I’m not allowed to talk to you

Sylvie: doesn’t mean I want you to feel terrible

Jake: I’m going outside

Jake: Taking your advice and getting some air would help, I think

Sylvie: Jspr [I hope so]

Jake: Cpg [and we all know he only says it’s no big deal when it is]

Sylvie: Do you want me to send one of your friends out too?

Sylvie: it doesn’t have to be me

Jake: Nn [because no lol]

Sylvie: OKLM [calm down, like damn okay, but also genuinely, take a breath vibes]

Jake: Tkt [don’t worry]

Sylvie: dac [okay when it is not okay at all]

Jake: [genuinely do take some time outside even though it’s not any more chill out there lbr and you can’t take a proper breather the way you need, lowkey for this whole night in this party scenario it’s an impossibility but god bless you for trying, before you ultimately have to admit defeat and just return, it’s the way his eyes are searching for her and not his gf when he does, for me, panicked she might have gone and no fucks given if Mona has or what she’s up to frankly, bringing back from the OG party that he’s now got a bottle he can be shredding the label of, to show he’s not any more okay than when he left, but a water bottle this time because you are trying to be, never beating the party pooper allegations though alas, not atm]

Sylvie: [she absolutely would’ve considered moving rooms whilst he was gone, but ultimately wants to check on him, no matter what he says about being fine, and knew he would eventually come back in the same room as his gf and thus has waited, nbd, pleased he has a water but that’s about all you can say because he doesn’t look any better and it’s getting to you, hence, once you have shamelessly given him the once over, strutting with purpose out on her own to see if she can find something, which I will decide if I want you to or nah]

Jake: [the girls just wanna remain in as close proximity as they’re allowed and they’re so right for that especially because he has to resist the overwhelming urge to follow her out before too long, is his repetitive foot tapping because he’s fighting that or is it an epilepsy seizure that isn’t a seizure or is it both, who can say, certainly not this boy, also stealing from the OG that while she’s gone he is lecturing one of his friends about some social justice cause just to feel something and try and remember who he was, bonus points for bringing the friend she made him jealous with into it when it’s getting argumentative, even though he’s pretending it’s educational and everything’s fine and chill]

Sylvie: [causing a little frisson is so valid, Sylvie meanwhile looking like she’s trying to break into Jimothy’s office because was thinking they could go in there and there would be cool photography shit to look at and Jake would like that (as well as appreciate the peace and quiet), but Bobby has been kind enough to lock that room, soz, you can look for a key for a bit but not letting your plan be successful this time]

Jake: [and thank god he did lock it because there would be so much expensive equipment in there that could get broken or stolen by peeps other than y’all, meanwhile, I will be kind and say that because Sylvie has left, Mona has decided it’s safe for her to also leave for a sec, whether that’s because she needs a piss or whatever, so when Sylvie returns the notp are separated, again thank god]

Sylvie: [mhmm, and clearly, you don’t want to bankrupt him even if you are trashing his home as we speak, so soz diva, will bring that rat boy into the room with this girl and have her trying to ask him if she can go in there (via limited sign ability and then typing it out on her phone) to which he’s gonna say no but is gonna make you dance with him now you’ve dragged him away from whatever the hell he was doing, not saying you’re being assault-y fully but we know it’s giving sexualised because that’s the rep he’s letting you know you’ve got for yourself, but at least freeing yourself from that awkward situation means joining the first group you can throw yourself into and it can be this lil debate circle, excuse us, suddenly so interested lmao]

Jake: [oh winola gay I would love nothing more than to be able to say Jake clocked this exchange and came over to white knight and tell Bobby how uncool he’s being because if anyone actually would know some sign language it’s this dogooder but sadly he’s too engrossed in this convo and being practically surgically attached to his vape so we cannot unless he finds out what happened at another point, anyway, immediately noticing Sylvie though when she does join even if he’s trying not to make it blatant to everyone he’s talking to, gently nudging her while someone else is talking, in a small and subtle way they won’t clock/would think is accidental (it’s giving a step on her boot because of his foot tapping before) if they did to ask her if she’s okay because so abruptly here]

Sylvie: [and she absolutely wants to explain why she is just here now, going red because looks like the minute Mona left, you ran over and accosted him, and you truly did not intend to do that right now, but it would make it such a thing to explain it to anyone, but especially Jake and you aren’t after him doing or saying anything to Bobby, even though that whole interaction has made you feel kind of weird, shaking your head in a way that just looks like she’s fixing her hair and getting it out of her eyes but is the equivalent of a it’s no big deal here]

Jake: [he knows she’s not okay but he doesn’t know why and feeling like he’s missing a big piece of the puzzle feels jarring because if it was up to him he’d be staring at her intently every second and wouldn’t miss a thing so it’s just emphasising how far apart they’ve been forced during this fortnight and continue to be despite her being the closest to him physically she has all night, offering her both his vape and water bottle (even though both are getting kinda low and near empty, poetic) because they’re in each hand, said offer being made with how he’s moving them as he replies to whatever has been said as if he’s just moving his hands while chatting, because he would for any of his friends, it’s platonic and it’s fine]

Sylvie: [I say thanks a lot, BOBBY, but we know it’s the least of your menacing, and you would’ve been worse if Mona was also in the room to piss off with it; this girl should absolutely take the water, but there is no attachment to that, and you have seen him sucking down that vape, so you obviously want it, take that like it’s casual and there’s nothing to see here but having a private moment ™ before you actually put it to your lips, nudging him back to say thanks silently]

Jake: [oh Bobby, thank god Mona wasn’t because she’d be fuming to an extent she can’t style out in front of her bf, would sooner see sylke making out than anything involving your weird hyperfixation deaf crush haha, there’s absolutely nothing casual about the way he’s WATCHING this, it’s from out the corner of his eye but it feels so !! and obvious to him that he might as well have just fully turned and stared at her as far as he’s concerned, ofc it isn’t as blatant as it seems to y’all though, even if you are unable to tear your attention away from her mouth for what feels like forever, it’s actually not, and only you’re technically aware of how horny on main you are even if it feels like the whole world knows, the way he squeezes this nearly empty water bottle is giving he stood on it to be recycled or more importantly a reminder of how he bit the plastic cup on that night, because it’s the only way he can get some of this tension ™ out in a vaguely appropriate way instead of just pulling her in and wrapping his arms around her in the same !! way, which is what he’s imagining doing]

Sylvie: [you two once again feeling like you’re being the most shameless hoes on planet earth, but right now you truly aren’t doing anything much at all, unlike where gig night progressed to, it gives you the same feelings though, because she is watching his hands like he’s performing a magic trick and she’s not allowed to blink, not thinking about what else you’ve watched him do with his hands at all, nay nay, can’t blow a vape cloud big enough to hide what’s written all over your face, taking this opportunity to ask him if he’s aware how bad vapes are for the planet, tilting her head to one side and giving him a pondering look as she takes another hit on it like hmm, because if you’re not allowed to say what you feel, you can do some sassy arguing in place of flirting]

Jake: [mhmm, catch this boy rapidly blinking and when he looks back he won’t know if it’s epilepsy or his catching feelings (and hoping with each blink he can banish the thoughts he’s thinking or this girl back to the safer other side of the room) that’s the cause yet again because both can be true and many a line is being blurred despite y’all behaving very innocently in comparison, because he’s staring at the neck of this bottle thinking about everything he’s done to her throat and watched her do and everything he still hasn’t done, extremely distracted and turned on but that won’t stop him from hitting her with all the statics and facts that let her know he’s aware exactly how bad disposable vapes are and that he should switch to a rechargeable refillable one (which we know he hasn’t cos his mum doesn’t know he smokes or vapes) and also spurring him on to tell her how bad cigarettes are as well like you too girl + how addictive both are (like well we’re trying but what can you do), gotta flirt and nerd and argue a little bit, also PRESSING his foot down on hers harder than before when she tilts her head like that like EXCUSE YOU because just reminded of the neck lovebite that’s missing tbh]

Sylvie: [also remembering how his hands looked when he was playing guitar on stage, as well as when he picked you up via your jacket, just all these reminders running through your head in a way that is so much louder than the party going on around you, somehow, smirking at him predictably being a know-it-all about it because you expected nothing less and you like that he’s a little nerd really, no matter what you say, raising your brows at him for his foot antics, as if he’s resorting to real violence to prove his point lmao ‘better the devil you know, I suppose’ as a point about the tobacco industry and cigarettes having been around longer, but such a double-edged sword to comment on him sticking with his girlfriend, handing him back the vape, only when you’ve truly killed it]

Jake: [the girls are fighting for their lives against flashbacks and we all know it, chewing on his lip as if he’s frowning at the sight of her smirk and isn’t just affected af by it, remembering how chewed up her bottom lip got when you were ferally sexting because you definitely still have that content she sent you and your fingers are inching to go to your phone and look at it, which you do give in to because nobody else can see what you are if you’re smart about it, terrible idea for how horny you are but a lesser evil compared to what you could be up to, wishing he also had the drawing he did of her however bad it may be, to have in his wallet or a locket like he’s gone to war, taking the returned vape and sucking on it again even though he knows it’s dead (we’ll pretend he was just checking) because he simply needs to put his mouth where hers has been, not least because he’s biting back a retort which doesn’t fit the persona around his friends lol ‘better to come over here and play devil’s advocate’ is what he eventually says, as if that’s the only reason she joined in when he knows it’s not, dropping the water bottle on her foot as if it’s accidental when it’s absolutely not]

Sylvie: [you are going to look at his phone automatically, not even caring how rude that looks, but then being hit with the horrible thought that he could be texting his girlfriend, shock horror lol, trying not to visibly recoil as dramatically as you did in your head, look at your own phone as if you were only ever checking the time and try to calm down your !! a fraction, attempt to calm down rendered useless when he puts the vape in his mouth, breathing in when he inhales, like you can get the nicotine hit through him, the dramatic exhale would suggest that she did, but really it is the small hit of relief ‘didn’t know you were in the market for another one’ like you’re the devil and all your friends are your little minions, lest we forget, SIR, snapping down to grab this bottle with a quickness because you want it, faking you’re pissed he dropped it on you and taking your leave like you’re going to go find the recycling when you are nothing of the sort]

Jake: [not you shamelessly sending the content you’re looking at back to her so she knows what you are in a way that isn’t and can’t be accidental because even though you should NOT you want her to know exactly what you were doing and thinking about and that you weren’t texting your gf, doing your own breathing to remind her of the breathing techniques you taught her courtesy of your sister at the very end of pt4 like she’ll automatically copy you and stay calm for what she’s about to see lol ‘sorry’ as if he is for dropping the bottle on her when he’s nothing of the sort, leaning in to say it as she’s bending down for this bottle so that you can let your tone be as unsorry as you are and nobody will hear over this loud party, and it looks like your equally quick famous dancer boy reflexes are just also trying to pick it up, letting your fingers brush hers for a moment ™ before letting her have it, doing his own smirk only she can see because he could’ve took it back but he didn’t]

Sylvie: [run baby run, find somewhere you can at least feel more alone, even if you can’t literally get in the bathroom and lock a door right now, you gotta deal with this and you cannot here in front of his friends]

Sylvie: 2van tlm [in front of everyone]

Jake: Oue [yeah because unrepentant]

Sylvie: [French] I’m trying my hardest

Jake: Moi aussi

Sylvie: But I enjoyed that five-minute exchange more than any other I’ve had tonight

Jake: C cool [it’s cool]

Jake: T [you are, and we all know what he’s saying when he’s saying how cool she is, might as well be an ily]

Sylvie: C pa cool [it’s not cool]

Sylvie: I want to talk to you, and I’m not allowed, it sucks

Jake: C cho [because it’s hot/it’s difficult]

Jake: I’ll allow it, I want us to talk, I have a question

Sylvie: Les deux

Sylvie: I didn’t think you were the one unallowing it, but go on

Jake: [asking, in French, ‘only tonight?’ because he shamelessly wants her to admit that she enjoyed that exchange more than any in the whole fortnight they’ve spent apart]

Sylvie: [French] It’s been a long and challenging time

Jake: JC [because I know but also his initials] 

Sylvie: Worse for me

Jake: [French] I’m sorry

Sylvie: You can’t help it

Sylvie: but thanks, I guess

Jake: Can’t I help you? I’d like to

Jake: [French] Even if only for tonight

Sylvie: [French] You’ve done everything you can to make me hate you instead

Sylvie: I can’t ask you to propose to her to really seal the deal

Jake: You could, you can ask me anything

Sylvie: That’s not what I’d ask you

Jake: Keske… [for the OG song ref]

Sylvie: [French] Did you miss me?

Jake: Bcp +++++++++++ [to steal her way of saying a lot from their previous convo]

Sylvie: B1 [good]

Sylvie: Did you think about reaching out?

Jake: [tell her how many pages of the notebook you drew her in you’ve filled with song lyrics and love letters basically, because she saw it so she knows how thick it is and it’s giving you’ve almost filled it because you’ve thought about her and reached out to her on those pages every day for 2 weeks]

Sylvie: [French] Did you go to your bench and write?

Jake: [French] I went there and waited for you, I wrote when you didn’t come

Sylvie: I went

Sylvie: but 

Jake: [writing ‘I feel sick’ in French but writing it as ‘j’ai mal au coeur’ because that’s so dramatic it’s literally like, I have evil in my heart, as well as what they say when they feel like they’re gonna throw up]

Sylvie: I didn’t want to be in your spot if you didn’t want me there, not for my pride’s sake but because it’s sacred

Sylvie: I noticed

Sylvie: [French] What can I do?

Jake: V1 [come because literally but also they use viens as cum when slang too, double meaning]

Sylvie: bi1to [for that reference, real soon could also have double meaning here]

Jake: X [for the double meaning this also has]

Sylvie: [French] I saw you two

Jake: What do you mean?

Sylvie: Earlier, kissing

Jake: Jealousy sucks, but she is, of you

Sylvie: You don’t like it, even a bit?

Jake: [French] I don’t like that you brought him here, your date [his petty ass writing date how she ended the convo]

Sylvie: He works at the pub

Jake: I didn’t ask

Sylvie: You made me do it

Jake: [French] I don’t want to hear it

Sylvie: [French] You should

Sylvie: [French] there’s no comparison

Jake: [French] You shouldn’t do this

Sylvie: [French] I can’t, despite how easily I did with you

Sylvie: it’s not the same, how is it fair for you to show me what it can be like and take it away

Jake: It wasn’t fair

Sylvie: Thoughts of you come over me like fever, you’re all I can think about, ‘til I ache and get chills from the sweat

Jake: [French] Like rain

Jake: I can’t decide if I wish it had every night since or none of them

Sylvie: It is sort of inconvenient to get turned on beyond all reason by rain in this country, like

Sylvie: but if I went out in it and got pneumonia, you’d have to come see me 

Jake: A convenient way for you to hide how turned on you are, I’m not so lucky

Sylvie: It’s okay, everyone wants to see it

Jake: [French] Everyone can see 

Sylvie: Même

Sylvie: [Bar boy by name] isn’t here, though, don’t worry

Jake: [French] Don’t say his name

Sylvie: [French] I say yours

Jake: Say it

Sylvie: [send a vid of you saying it, because he needs to see it mouthed because everywhere loud as hell, so he’ll barely be able to hear it, but that’s why you can so freely]

Jake: [send one back of you french swearing because you likewise can as freely in the chaos of this party and she needs to know how !! you are about her sending that]

Sylvie: I really like it when I can get you to swear

Jake: I really like everything your mouth does, you’re performance art

Sylvie: I was upset I couldn’t taste more of your spit on the vape, honestly

Jake: [French] I’m upset I can’t spit straight into your mouth

Sylvie: [French] You can do whatever you want to my mouth, to every part of me, actually

Jake: Tb1 [to mean good girl as always]

Sylvie: If she gets upset, I’ll spit it into her mouth when I’m done

Sylvie: I need you, however I can have you

Jake: You’ll never be done

Sylvie: I’m trying to show you that I’ll learn to share

Sylvie: I’ve been losing my mind

Jake: I’m not sharing you with anybody

Sylvie: No one gets me the way you do, never has

Jake: [French] Never will

Sylvie: [French] Keep me

Jake: Did you keep everything?

Sylvie: I couldn’t throw anything, but across my room or under my bed when I couldn’t bear it

Sylvie: not away, not when the bruises had to fade

Jake: I tried my best to watch them go, mine and yours

Sylvie: I was scared that new ones would show up, or they’d be new again in ways you couldn’t do to yourself 

Sylvie: but I still had to look

Jake: [French] Can I tell you a secret? It’s a little crazy…

Sylvie: [French] You have to

Jake: [tell her how you swallowed a pearl for every single lovebite or bruise that she had when they faded, because of course you kept them from that necklace you broke, and you’re scared that’s why you’ve felt so sick because they’ve piled up inside of you and are stuck, oh if only hun, how romantic, but god bless, all in English because that’s a lot to try and translate to French lol]

Sylvie: It’s a lot crazy

Sylvie: fuck, it’s perfect

Sylvie: pearls are mostly calcium, they won’t make you sick, no way

Jake: I lost my mind too

Sylvie: I won’t let you be sick, no sicker than I like, anyway

Jake: I couldn’t let you go, not like that

Sylvie: You wouldn’t tell anyone else about this

Sylvie: that’s where you can keep me, in secrets

Jake: T ou? [Where are you?]

Sylvie: [French] Only ask if you’re going to come

Sylvie: [French] but you can’t, we can’t be around each other and be normal

Jake: Tv1 [telling her to come and CUM, it’s giving tb1 being good girl energy too which I like]

Sylvie: 2van tlm [in front of everyone coming back into use]

Jake: In front of me

Sylvie: I will

Sylvie: are you where I left you?

Jake: I’ll come to you

Sylvie: [tell him where you are exactly, which thank god you would’ve found a room with mostly randoms in because not looking to talk to anyone else, not that this couldn’t change at any point, but you know]

Jake: Bi1to [because ofc he’s gonna use that to say he’ll be there asap, gotta fight his way to her but he knew she had more privacy and unknown peeps than he has where she left him]

Sylvie: I’m not exaggerating, you know

Sylvie: It’s serious, the state you get me in

Jake: It’s for real, I know

Jake: I feel the same

Sylvie: For real

Sylvie: JC [I know, saying his name in another way]

Jake: Sylvie

Sylvie: It’s agony, to be around you and not be allowed close to you

Sylvie: but it’s preferable to being so far away I lose all sight and sense that this is real and it’s happening 

Jake: [hit her with a song lyric you’ve just thought of inspired by that because we’re so back baby and she’s so your muse again, not that she ever stopped being]

Sylvie: You have to tell me everything you can remember, the songs you’ve written and the other stuff too

Sylvie: then show me the notebook, when you next have it with you

Jake: [do tell her some of what you can remember/your fave highlights as if you aren’t busy fighting for your life trying to get to wherever she is and you just have all the time in the world unbothered to be peak romance, sometimes written like that lyric was and sometimes as voice notes if you feel the need to sing something or express a melody because this party is carnage and nobody else is listening or paying that much attention, thankfully Sam the stalker isn’t here now that his scary gf is back]

Sylvie: [trying to give genuine feedback, but you can’t pretend you aren’t just overwhelmed to get to hear his true thoughts and feelings about this situation and about you, it’s giving trying to put words to a stunned silence because you’re so !! and want to tell him what you think, but you’re too in your own feelings to form a coherent thought about it yet]

Jake: [it’s fine because I’ll have him show up and be able to see exactly how !! she is because this is the first truly unguarded in person moment they’ve been allowed to have and what a time for it when he’s ramped everything up even more by waxing lyrical, you know damn well it’s mutual and he’s as in his feelings because he’s barely sparing a thought for or a glance to check who else is in here (when he really should considering his gf was responsible for bringing most of the people here and any of them could snitch if they’re around) before he’s in front of her, pulling her immediately into his arms for such a non platonic long hug, the likes of which he was imagining when squeezing that plastic bottle, not intentionally aiming to leave new bruises but he defs will be with how dramatic this is, meanwhile in contrast, very chaste and chill Parisian style cheek kisses because he doesn’t trust himself not to make those extremely non platonic and we’re kidding ourselves the hug could be seen as because he simply had no chill about it and that can’t be undone]

Sylvie: [glad he made the first move because you fear you would let doubt get between what you want to do and what you think he wants you to do/is acceptable in this room and in this current moment and you would’ve hesitated and then hated that you did, the entirely real !! noise that he is squeezing out of her would feel like it was all for his benefit because unavoidably indecent at this point and right in his ear, holding on to him like he has in fact been away to war and you will never let him go again, not even feeling like you’re being dramatic because missing him has been REAL, and how deeply weird and uncomfortable it has felt to not get to talk to him at this party has been just as real, so no regrets here in how long we’re lingering] 

Jake: [mhmm I see you sir rushing into this room and to this girl to do all that before anyone or any of your negative thoughts and feelings can stop you because however selfish and badly behaved of you it is, you want her and you haven’t stopped, that is REAL and you can only fight it for so long and now you’ve started by deliberately seeking her out to be as alone as this party allows, the line is crossed and the damage done, so, here we are, a very dramatic forehead touch when he’s done the 2 kisses because he would love nothing than more than to bite her fringe once again but they aren’t that alone he can get away with that lol but that doesn’t mean he can’t let her know he’s THINKING ABOUT IT, or that he wants her to never stop thinking about his unhinged act of swallowing those pearls (cos truly a madness the likes of which he has never before) by then finally letting her go and pulling his top and hoodie up to expose his stomach and put her hand there as if she’ll be able to feel each individual pearl he swallowed still in there, a weird thing to be doing but no weirder than swallowing them in the first place and mind your business everyone, there’s nothing to see here, they’re just standing close if anyone asks okay thanks] 

Sylvie: [pulling his hoodie up when they’re touching foreheads, like now we’re alone, also in direct contrast to when his girlfriend made him take it down because you can hide boy, as long as I can hide with you, likewise thinking about the things you cannot do right now but wish you could, hence biting your lip as if it was his whilst you just STARE at him in such glorious proximity you never knew you’d get again, GASPING because the pearl admission made us and continues to make us entirely feral, pressing into his stomach like you will be able to locate each pearl if you just PRESS hard enough here ‘tell me where you were when you swallowed every one’ like she’s just asking him about homework or something totally normal but you can see and hear the intensity no one else in this party can, because absolutely NEEDS to know and is thinking of something equally insane she can do to prove her own dedication, nbd]

Jake: [what a glorious parallel I love to see and so does this boy hence the genuine smile he does when she pulls his hoodie up and they’re allowed to hide and pretend they have more privacy and secrecy than they do in this moment ™  is both adorable and heartbreaking because we all know the last time he smiled like this is giving a time when he was with her and nobody is fine about that, he isn’t about her lip bite either because he still has the #content he looked at and sent to her burned into his retinas, the flashbacks are unbearable in the best way already before he returns the EYE CONTACT and adds to them or when she presses on his stomach exactly like he hoped she would and he makes a NOISE like she winded him (thank god this party is loud) and it’s a reminder of their phone sex session when he came and it likewise sounded like a gut punch because he feels like he could just from this rn, he’s so !! even before he’s begun to tell her the story of each one, his voice hoarse af as if he’s been shouting to be heard all night when he’s in fact done nothing of the sort, it’s giving that he swallowed these pearls as near to the exact moment as he saw her marks fade as he could, wherever they were then, which is likely at school mostly because that’s when they’ve been seeing each other (despite trying their best to not) so he was literally also carrying them around with him before he swallowed them, insane work]

Sylvie: [she is likewise feeling a little heartbroken because he’s looked pretty miserable this whole damn night, and even if your ego isn’t fully saying that that’s the last time he smiled that hard, you also can see what we all can and that is that you and Mona are no longer compatible and shouldn’t be doing all this, boy, but that’s not a conversation to start right now, there are more pressing issues to hand, literally, and you aren’t about to waste your stolen time together talking about anything but each other and this between y’all, not that you’re talking right now but to French swear right back at him about his gut punch NOISE, kneading his stomach now like you’re a cat baking so many biscuits, doing it just ever so slightly harder than would be considered comfortable because you are so entranced by the story time you are getting and as turned on by it all ‘I wish I’d just kept doing what we were doing with you’ aka the sexting and not trying to be the bigger person and telling him to go ahead with his girlfriend like he had your full blessing, proceeding to tell him, in the same vivid detail, every time you nearly broke and reached out to him and then, naturally, had to touch yourself, which is giving unhinged with all the many varied places this happened, plenty at school of course because of having to see him there]

Jake: [mhmm hence I’ve been sowing the seeds of his health dramas because he isn’t stupid or delusional, this boy knows the notp isn’t working and it stood to reason that seeing her at this party (whatever happens) would be a further catalyst to be like oh I really shouldn’t keep trying at this when I’m getting nowhere, but then the epilepsy strikes and he’s freaking out and needing something to stay the same and be like before etc etc in the face of all that fear and uncertainty + knowing that Sylvie will work out something’s wrong if he doesn’t push her away then, anyway, in the here and now he doesn’t know any of that is coming over the hill and he’s just busy PULLING her closer and into it him via either her jeans belt loops or pockets if they don’t have them (I can’t see from that pic haha) SO fiercely, really slamming their bodies together because the french swearing would get to him (as always) even before she’s being a crimmy baker man or saying what she is, it’s giving only a slightly less unhinged version of when they were dancing aka dry humping on the stairs by the time she’s regalling him with this tale of her resolve breaking and he’s replying with his own version of, because there were equally as many times and feral jacking it locations, his gf certainly hasn’t been distracting him much because she’s so upset by his cheating she can’t bear to, soz hun he’s at it again]

Sylvie: [mhmm, there’s a big storm coming, lads, but you don’t know the half of it yet, just those funny feelings you can’t quite put a label to, but something is not right; here and now, though, everything is right in this girl’s world when he slams their bodies together like that, grinding against him in almost slow motion because needs to see and feel every second of the contact, being able to do a MOAN freely about it because ain’t nobody gonna hear and the people in here, it doesn’t matter to you if they do ‘you want me to do it again’ unclear if that’s a question or an accusation there, just need him to be THINKING about you touching yourself as much as you’re now THINKING about him touching himself again]

Jake: [oh lads I feel evil for it but it’ll all be alright for y’all in the end, hang in there, this boy having to hang in there rn immediately anyway because once again feels like he could die right off the bat because that slow mo movement is worse than being frantic about it, because mutual jeans wearing aside (yet again, another parallel and flashback source) you can both feel everything and it’s one thing thinking about or even being told how horny she is on main but it’s quite another KNOWING now and letting her KNOW the same about you, here in this random location full of random people, which again is reminding you of the venue and how blatant y’all started acting in front of everyone, only turning him on more despite the fact he should be feeling the opposite that this is happening again and this time his gf is somewhere in the very same gaff, all that matters to him is hearing her MOAN like that and wanting to hear it again, the world has shrunk to that, and using his hand in her pocket to touch her as best he can, which isn’t enough but thankfully y’all have this dirty dancing too, nodding because that’s a BIG yes from him whether it’s a question or accusation and because he can use the move to get some of his hair into his mouth and BITE it]

Sylvie: [you are OBSESSED with feeling how turned on he is, and him feeling you in return, and just how much it feels like the first (and last) time this happened, with y’alls denim causing the roughest friction but also such a painfully cockblocking barrier, to all the people around you who are irrelevant beyond being an unwitting audience to your antics, it’s all a big yes to you, as is the fact that his gf and the guy you brought are here but you aren’t feeling bold enough to bring that one up yet lmao, there’s plenty else for you to run your mouth about and we surely are, it’s giving frantic and unhinged because you’ve gone from no contact to having him here again as close as you need, telling him that he needs to get a refillable vape so he can fill it with his spit for you, opening her mouth expectantly when he’s biting his hair like give me some]

Jake: [exactly, it would already be sensory overload in these surroundings and with no contact for 2 weeks but they’ve also got all the reminders and parallels to the first time to contend with and the fact it was y’alls first time (and her first ever) and you did so much whereas she’s told you it’s not like that with the bar boy she brought, telling her to spit for you, on herself and on you, all in French and all similarly blurted out when he’s spitting his hair out and basically at her because he do lose all control of himself and his inhibitions around her and here and now is no different, following it up by telling her to cum for you, and on you, using viens because you haven’t had the chance to say that out loud yet or in full french and you simply must as you’re doing the most, with your hands in both of her pockets now and every move, to try and make her]

Sylvie: [yup, she can’t even begin to explain the effect he has on her but it is so real and immediate every time she’s around him, there’s zero hesitation and as little shame in immediately drooling all down her chin and onto her chest, her nips needed no help in standing out but the cold and wet is only making that insanely more noticeable to anyone who looks now, trying to talk whilst letting her spit pool into her cupped hands for him, attempt to explain how much she likes losing any and all ability to control herself around him, that she likes giving that control to him, offering her sticky messy hands up to him, smearing it across his chest and up to his throat, giving it a SQUEEZE because he’s started using both his hands and is telling you to cum for him and it was already a very real possibility before you started any of these shenanigans so now it’s CLOSE ‘you keep me so close’ getting in his grill, because he hasn’t but that doesn’t change the fact that the way in which you mean it is so accurate ‘all the damn time’]

Jake: [the way he’s WATCHING her drool everywhere is actually insane, the heart eyes cannot remotely be disguised or excused if anyone in this room cares to witness them, soz but he lost what fucks he might have about getting caught what feels like forever ago to y’all rn, pulling her closer still to him, as if to shield the mess she made and her nips from everyone’s gaze either protectively or possessively, because correct, but also so is the fact he wants even more contact with both said mess and nips, his heartbeat feeling like it could rival the bass shaking the foundations of Jimothy’s house when he reveals that he’s THINKING about drinking the spit from her cupped hands like the shot he was forced to take earlier, tis the night of him making feral confessions, I guess, lol, MOANING her name because he hasn’t had the chance to say it out loud all night (and has in fact only typed it that once so far) and what better timing than when she’s squeezing his throat and can feel it as well as hear it come out, spelling it out so so slowly (to mirror her slow mo move earlier) with his fingers inside her pocket, to remind her of writing inside her because he didn’t do her name then, trying to make her cumming an even realer possibility because he NEEDS it, when she’s in his grill, BLOWING on her fringe because would actually love to spit but that’s going a bit far (debatable considering what y’all are already doing but okay) catching a strand of her fringe in his teeth when it comes towards him, in a blink and you miss it type quick move, so people will but she won’t, making a point to then slowly swallow the tiny bit of hair he snapped off as if it’s a whole meal]

Sylvie: I appreciate your honesty

Sylvie: I can’t act like I wouldn’t have read a book your mammy penned on you

Jake: You could check out the gallery wall, my baby and childhood pics are front and centre 

Sylvie: That’s the difference, it’d actually be all about you, not just how much being a mam ruined her life

Sylvie: ⭐️ boy

Jake: It’d probably be about her fertility struggles, or raising us mostly as a single mom

Sylvie: If she wants something to do on her breaks at the hospital, let her know

Jake: What breaks?

Sylvie: That’s why it’s so important to take up smoking