✨Oh, that boy's a slag

“Don’t you think you’re getting a little too old to be showing up at my place, early in the morning, absolutely pissed?” Gabby scoffed at the sight of them, gripping on the doorway for support. They reeked of cheap liquor and desperation as per usual. “This is coming from one of the biggest fucking trainwrecks there is. Get it together, mate.”

“Are you cra-crazy? The last t-time I went out with you I got a black eye from t-that bouncer who looked like the rock!“

“So you mean even,” He paused to shudder at the mere thought, “Middle-class people have to do this? Fuck, that’s brutal.” Benny was a real down to mars girl. Often the only voice of reason in his life whose sharp tongue and wit usually prevented him from doing even dumber shit. “Hey, I’m an easy lay when you’re nice. If you complimented me a little, maybe you would get a piece of this to complete your life. So this is your long, winded version of a yes? Your difficulty never ceases to astound me, just come over already.”

"well," luna began, contemplating her answer. a montage of her constantly eating carrots and hummus, lazily sprawled out on the sofa, while watching trashy, reality television played through her head. surely that answer wouldn’t do. “mostly work at the shop since business has picked up and day drinking. it takes a lot of you, believe it or not. ” luna choose to ignore the incredulous chuckle he gave as if flowers followed by a quickle had not also been a motivation when visiting. even if she subconsciously knew their hookups clearly meant something more to him, even if she attempted to bury butterflies floating in her stomach whenever he came around.  “uh, o-okay, if you really want to. i’m not going to force you, but it’s highly addictive, so don’t blame me in the future!” she had forewarned while closing the door behind them. it was difficult to accept his kindness at times. she feared being hurt and ridiculed by another, and she swore she'd never allow anyone make her feel as low again.

Always persistent and ever so confident, julian was undeterred by her skeptical reaction towards the inquiry. “It’s not that funny.” he mutters lowly, lips twitching to let a bit of a smirk show upon eleciitng laughter out of the woman. even if that laughter was at his own expense a victory is still a victory. “I don’t have the attention span for a video. I need face to face contact, Stella. For learning purposes, of course, and I don’t think it’s fair that you’re depriving me of an education.”

Once the words left his mouth, julian nearly regretted it. “The kind who had hired help to do it for twenty-something years. Could you please be a little less judgemental? I’m not high for once, I’m trying to do normal, poor people shit.”  He uttered matter of factly, rustling a free hand through distressed tresses. “Hey, you have to romance me a little bit before you get in my pants. Do I look like some easy hussy to you? But I believe you should come out of the kindness of your heart since I’m clearly having a crisis.” 

in her mind, she wanted to escape, but simply couldn't due to the fact that slamming the door in his face would be too harsh. she was cold, that much was true, however not cold enough for that. especially towards someone like arthur. “right, of course, you thought that ” she had opened her mouth again to formally decline, but the look on his face kept her quiet. arthur was clearly trying, but for what exactly? they had been engaging in a friends with benefits relationship for awhile now, so clearly, he wasn’t yearning for something physical. she wasn’t some aristocrats daughter with a fortune to share either. no one was this nice or caring to a bootycall. quietly, she accepted the bouquet, taking a mental note of them being her favorite. “i’ve been busy,” she half-heartedly answered. however, it wasn’t a complete lie. there was work, friends, and the occasional bartender taken home. “But since you’re here, come in. We can get down to business after this episode of chopped because I’m really invested.”

Finally, it was out in the open. Daisy willed herself not to cry and quickly averted her eyes elsewhere in the home. Her courage had settled right next to their relationship; down the drain. “Who are you right now?” she breathed out in utter disbelief, unable to recognize the man she was once crazy about. A switch had suddenly flipped, or perhaps, it was always there and she had been too in love to care. “So you were going to keep stringing me along, Sebastian, huh? Making me look like an asshole waiting for you.”