last girl on earth

       “Good luck if you try. But once a man in khakis is always a man in khakis.” He chuckles before shaking his head. “Got thrown in head first and didn’t run for the hills.” His next laugh is soft, mind going back to that memory in the alley and how Nick offered him breakfast instead of exiting that alley to get away from the chaos. “He has good everything.” He may sigh dreamily in that moment but will thoroughly deny it. He rests his chin on his hand and hums. “I’ve never done the whole boyfriend thing- so I’ll probably fuck it up eventually but I’m going to enjoy as much of it as I can till then.”

     ‘ maybe  he’s  more  of  a  hot  dad  in  khakis  type  and  not  a  frat  boy  business  major  type . ’    a  girl  can  dream ,    at  least .   ----  it’s  true ,   she  thinks .   nick  barely  even  flinched  despite  the  erratic  nature  that  permeates  everything  the  murphy’s  touch .   idly ,   her  mind  floats  to  alexa .   she  hasn’t  introduced  her  lover  to  her  family  yet ,    and  she  doesn’t  quite  have  an  answer  as  to  why .    ‘ well ,    all  things  considered ,    when  you  fuck  it  up  you  can  fix  it  together .    that’s  part  of  being  in  a  relationship . ’    at  least ,    it  has  been  for  jules  and  her  revolving  door  of  short  term  romances .

     “I’m taking it completely seriously, J. I’m wounded!” She pouts dramatically placing the back of her hand against her forehead before he smile pokes through it all. “Nah, still prefer the Turkish flag over the American one. America’s flag is kinda noisy.” She makes a mental note to visit Turkey at some point, she hasn’t gone back in a while. Though her aunt has probably dragged her name through the mud to the rest of her family members. “Hermits would make more sense, stay indoors and lie in a bathtub of gold like Scrooge McDuck.” At the other wanting to do the prank, Aysel practically beams. “Oh fuck yeah, it’ll be hilarious!”

              ‘ good  thing  you’re  a  nurse  and  can  patch  up  your  own  wound ,   then . ’   a  small  pat  to  the  shorter  girl’s  shoulder .   ‘ i  don’t  think  i’ve  ever  seen  the  turkish  flag ,   honestly .    but  i  like  loud .   ’    jules  likes  loud  the  same  way  she  likes  moving  fast :    she  careens  forward  through  life ,    out  of  control  and  messy  but  at  least  she  still  feels  things .     ‘ maybe  they’re  both ,   honestly .   either  way ,    i  don’t  really  wanna  know .   seems  like  trouble ,   and  i  can  find  enough  of  that  on  my  own , ’   she  muses .    ‘  i  hope  so .    i’m  an  amazing  actress ,    i’ll  have  you  know .   he  won’t  know  what  hit  him .   ’

“fasinating!” connor nodded. “i suppose they would be associated with different things for different people. i do think it’s interesting how they can strike different emotions in us. really makes you stop and think. or at least it makes me stop and think,” he shrugged. “i like blues. always have. a good pale yellow can be nice too.” 

Jack laughed “I don’t miss having to try to use pick up lines,” he shook his head. “My wife’s stuck with me now,” he grinned. “But that guy. That guy didn’t know what he was doing. I at least knew what I was doing,” Shrugging, he looked at her. “Both? My wife can put me in my place. But she’s got her loving moments too.” 

      “I like your thinking, like the Thelma to my Louise- but minus the whole car cliff swan dive.” She chuckles to herself, shaking her head causing brown waves to escape her messy bun. The wide eyes Jules suddenly gains from peering inside causes a grin to form on her lips. “A pet rat?” Her brows shoot up but less in shock at the rat and more at the whole pet thing. Hearing the name causes a laugh to bubble passed her lips. “Titty Boy? Wow, I’d love to meet a rat with such a beautiful name.”

A tingling sensation spread across Alexa’s skin as Jules’ hand rested on her neck. Instantly she tilted her head in that direction, leaning into the girls hand. “Maybe that’s what I wanted…” he finger tips ran ghost-like circles around Jules’ thighs as she fell quiet again. It was so easy for Alexa to stay like this for hours; Jules’ canvas, bodies entangled, nothing between them but paint and their breaths tickling at their skin. “I’m nothing special,” she replied softly, reaching up to put hair behind Jules ear, sharing a soft smile with the girl. “You’re beautiful.” 

“You’re ridiculous,” he laughs at her playfulness. Ben knew he’d been raised with a lot of fortunate opportunities because of the money his family had. College being one of them. His sister being first born had been forced into a specific degree whilst he’d been allowed, yes allowed, the chance to study the skill he was passionate about. “Would you ever do it now?” He knew she was on a basic income so he assumed it wasn’t a simple yes answer, but still he asked.