you see me*

Ivan: do you hate me?

Ivan: dude don't make me say things i don't wanna say

Ivan: what about me?

Ivan: i can't believe you don't remember, we had a baby together??

Ivan: so... hi

Ivan: Why do I even like you?

Ivan: ...What is wrong with you?

Ivan: ---...Why the fuck does your voice sound like that?

Alicia was noncommittal to the core. Even when she got stabbed, she didn’t wnat to talk about it. She didn’t want to tell him what really happened. “It wasn’t a big deal” was what her text said, but the next one mentioned she was stabbed and it sort of pushed that “not a big deal” away. She was stabbed. (And he didn’t exactly realise that he cared about the girl until he was worried. It was disgusting, at least to him.) He had to at least go see her. So he stuffed his phone in his pocket, grabbed his jacket and his skateboard, and went out the door. He would have to go slow or he’d end himself up in the hospital, too --- and for the second time in the past month. But the hospital wasn’t too far away from their small town and he knew the skateboard shortcuts to everywhere, so he was there in a matter of minutes, asking the lady at the front desk where to go from there. She directed him the right way and it was only when he entered in his room that he forgot the ice cream. Oh, well. He could use it as leverage. He immediately took a seat in the chair beside her bed and raised his brow at her.

Ivan: also what room number are you in??

Ivan: yeah i'll skate over

Ivan: are u fucking high?

Ivan: wtf happened tho

Ivan: i mean like why are you in the hospital??