* fill your heart with kerosene.

             “  the  prodigal  son  returns,  “  rowan  has  long  since  moved  from  wine  to  whiskey.  bottle  gripped  tightly  in  her  hand,  sprawled  on  the  sofa.  she  laughs  and  shakes  her  head.  “  took  you  long  enough.  “

              “yeah, no, i don’t really think i’m gonna ask a girl to dance,” shoulders rise and fall in a shrug. mainly because he doesn’t want to dance with a girl but instead, the boy in front of him.

             face  flushes  at  the  question.  “  yeah.  is  that  weird  for  me  to  tell  you?  “

   “  don’t  say  that  shit,  you’ll  get  my  hopes  up.  “  addie  tries  to  scoff  but  all  that  comes  out  is  a  sad  laugh.  her  girlfriend  has  disappeared,  she  can  only  assume  with  another  woman.  it  wouldn’t  be  the  first  time.  “  besides,  we  were  fighting  earlier.  maybe  i’m  the  shitty  GIRLFRIEND.  “

              “what are you talking about?” she wonders if it’s so obvious and she bites her bottom lip, a tilt of her head. tries to play off that she’s not bothered by any of it. “i’m just looking at you the way i normally look at you.”

         helena sniffles again, tries to wipe at the tears in her eyes. she’s tried to drink away her sorrows but it hadn’t helped. “ i don’t know what i did wrong, “ a shake of her head. “ i’m - i’m sorry, you were the only person i could think to call. “

          leia can’t help but beam back at him. his smile makes her feel warm inside, like she could burst from joy. he was the type of guy she should stay away from but she doesn’t care. a smile tugs on her lips as their foreheads meet, her eyes fluttering shut as he caresses her cheek. “well... don’t mess around with me too much, okay? i’m... fragile and i really... like you. alot.” an admission that makes her cheek turn pink and she looks away. she really likes him and doesn’t want to think that maybe he just sees her as a goody two shoes to kill some time with.

          “ tell  me  what  i  do  to  you...  and  you  can  have  all  of  me...  every  inch,  every  part, “  hands  move  to  card  in  his  hair,  lips  curled  into  a  smile.  “  i’m  all  your’s.  “  she’d  ruin  herself,  her  life,  raze  the  world  to  the  ground  if  he  asked  her.  lips  press  to  his  hungrily  needily,  a  gentle  tug  of  dark  hair.