these girls are on my mind.

Gives nose/forehead kisses: probably both of them, they don't see each other a lot, obviously, so when they do, the time they spend is being really affectionate. they don't get any privacy, either, which stinks, so they have to make due. 

Gets jealous the most: probably aria, in all honesty, though even then it's brief moments of insecurity more than anything. he's at all these frat parties--probs with his shirt off--and she's thousands of miles away in colorado, she can't help it, but for the most part, it's very fleeting.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: hands down tucker. poor aria. not that she gets drunk a lot to begin with, mostly it's to impress tucker in the first place, but imagine reed taking aria out and she's like oh god i have to get really drunk now, she's giggling the entire time leaning into his shoulder like christ aria i'm trying to drive.

Takes care of on sick days: not necessarily taking care of each other but i can imagine tucker getting sick and aria hears about it and finds a place that will deliver him soup and she facetimes him and babies him over the phone, assuring him that she wishes she could be there.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: aria probably is thinking she's going to lay out and catch some rays, because the weather in steamboat springs is never good enough like its always snowing and tucker picks her right up and takes her to the water, like nah, your skin is golden already, swim with me.

Gives unprompted massages: definitely tucker, she comes to visit him and is sitting like between his legs in front of him doing some reading or writing an essay and he puts down his homework and starts rubbing her shoulders and honestly any excuse to touch for them because they don't see each other enough.

Drives/rides shotgun: they share this, okay, neither of them mind driving, they probably take turns, gross.

Brings the other lunch at work: aria thinks tucker should probably eat less diner food, so she brings him something nice and different and of course he brings her milkshakes and burgers.

Has the better parental relationship: aria's parental relationship isn't terrible, but her stepmom is pretty dismissive of her, so definitely tucker. i can imagine aria being surprised at how sweet and welcoming all of tucker's family is, honestly, and her being worried about him meeting the fam. her and her dad are super close, but her stepmom--eh.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: bye

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: my god, is there another answer but aria? she is the embarrassingly drunk everything, stop letting her drink for fuck's sake, haven't you made enough of a fool of yourself.

Still cries watching Titanic: definitely aria, she cries in anticipation of what's going to happen, before anything does happen, she cries when rose is about to jump off the back of the boat, tucker probably thinks it's endearing the first few times they watch the movie together, after awhile he's like, i dunno, maybe we should watch jurassic park or something?

Firmly believes in couples costumes: fucking both of them, god. they probably dress up as tarzan and jane or something because tucker can't keep a shirt on let's be real.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: is this even a question, it's aria, it's always aria. birthdays, christmas, fucking arbor day, always her.

Makes the other eat breakfast: tucker, please. can aria cook? let's not let her cook, she'd burn everything. 

Remembers anniversaries: um, i dont know that anniversaries are-- i don't know, that important to them? dates and stuff, they don't matter, because their relationship is a little less than traditional, it probably occurs to one of them a few days past, like hey, we've been dating for a year now, and that's it.

It was fun while it lasted, but I can't do this anymore."

Of course. He’d known. He’d known long ago. Hell, he’d known from the very first minute, that this would all end on a sad note for him. The moment he’d let her in, the moment he’d told her about his wife and the deterioration of his mental state afterwards, he should have realized he shouldn’t have had any high expectations of this. Kiernan had long ago resigned himself to the fact that he’d been destined to be alone. Regardless of that fact, the sting of her words were something he could have never anticipated and his reaction, was as cowardly as only he could ever be. “I uh— I understand, Jen,” he nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat and keeping himself from looking at her face. Instead he mumbled “Maybe we could um— y’know— we can still be friends, or something.”

"Just the thought of being around you makes me feel sick."

Fuck. It was the only word his mind could come up with. Fuck. Because he hadn’t expected her to hate him so damn much. He hadn’t expected her to be so, well, to be so unforgiving.”Jesus, Maddie,” he ran a hand through his hair, expelling a frustrated breath from his lungs as his hands wrapped around her shoulders. “Don’t fucking say that to me, shit, I’m practically on my knees begging for your forgiveness.” He’d thought, this was enough, right? His redemption arc come full circle. “Just tell me what to do to make you love me again.”

"Don't you feel guilty at all?"

Why they were having this conversation again was beyond her, but then again, she’d ignored him for weeks. She deserved it. Still, the whole of her had hoped he’d let it go. Considered it an isolated case of jealousy and didn’t bring it up again, yet here they were. She looked ar her hand, knuckles clear of any bruising they held and shook her head, shrugging at the same time. “No,” she told him, eyes locking with his. “She had it coming.”

"I don't know what to think, I just know what I saw!"

"You saw nothing," she said with a pointed glance, her lips ticking up at the corner ever so slightly. It had been family night, and Nat, after one too many shots of vodka, had found herself on stage, belting out, You Give Love A Bad Name as if her life depended on it. She’d never expected for her to be there. Still, she’d pretend it wasn’t her. “Obviously you must have me on the brain if you’re seeing me in places I’m not at.”

"Don't pretend I acted alone on this, it takes two to tango."

Had she just actually stomped her foot? He couldn’t help but laugh at her, though he didn’t mean to be condescending, it was just the way he reacted. “Easy there,” he told her, hand on her shoulder, smile still planted firmly on his face. “Don’t act like I’m gonna abandon you, alright? Shit, after all this time you still think I’m trash.” She huffed. He laughed again and shook his head. “Calm down, Morg, you shouldn’t be so angry in your condition, it’ll fuck up your blood pressure.”