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WHO: @levialexander & @mrolivercc WHERE: levi’s house WHEN: saturday evening, 7:00 pm || september 5th

You know, I wouldn’t mind that. Not at all, actually. I’d, uh… really like that. Saturday it is.

I look forward to Saturday then.

I can certainly try. It’d be difficult to navigate, but I can try. Well, I don’t know that I’m necessarily ‘giving’ you anything. From what I gather, you’re perfectly capable of going after what you want without needing any sort of permission. To that end, it would be up to you to decide if you wanted to act on anything.

You’re right, and I like that you pointed that out, so thank you. If that’s the case then, I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I invited you over to my place for dinner on Saturday? I make a mean Pasta Primavera. 

Well, wish me luck if that’s the case. I’m not sure I’m prepared to deal with students having crushes on me. That is true, I imagine that’d be hard. I’d say so. You’re free to act on whatever you wanted to and not have to worry about all that.

I’m sure someone as brilliant as you is more than capable to overcome the situation. Giving me free range to act on whatever I wanted? That’s awfully tempting now, isn’t it?

Absolutely. I’m happy to have you on mine as well. Hm, well, I’ll take your word for it then. I trust your judgment. Would you? Maybe it’s a good thing you’re not my student then. Because, flattering as that sounds, I don’t think I’d be okay with students of mine seeing me in that light. You, on the other hand… I wouldn’t mind so much.

With the new school year just around the corner, I’m sure you’ve got a student or two excited to see you again. Quite frankly, I’m relieved I’m not your student because I wouldn’t be able to act on anything. I’d be incredibly crushed just pining over someone so unattainable. Lucky me though, huh?

Ha, well, I guess you could consider me impressed then. You have a lot of drive and I could never fault that - as someone with just as much if not more, you and I have to support each other. Charming, huh? Gotta say, that’s not a word I often use to describe myself. Maybe I should if you insist. I was thinking more like some of my kids might not like me for pushing them so hard or for being kind of a hardass at times. You really think so? I’m a distraction?

Glad to have you on my side, Oliver. Being charming is definitely one of your defining attributes, at least, as far as I can tell. I’m sure some of your students are tired of you being so critical of them, which, as we’ve already established, isn’t your fault at all. But I can only assume that you’d be distracting to some of them. I’d certainly be distracted if I were your student.

Well, first of all, I suppose I’d say I’m… honestly flattered that you care so much about whether I think you’re selfish or not. But, second of all, there’s really no need for you to worry about that, at least with me. Some people might call that being selfish, but certainly not me. I don’t endorse people being labelled as selfish just because they want a lot for themselves and have the ambition to pursue that. Even if you do consider that as being selfish, then… even then, I guess you could say I like that you’re selfish. I admire that you know how much you have to offer and will be steadfast in your pursuit of that - I respect that extremely. I, you know, like those qualities about you.

I suppose I’ve always had a need to impress teachers. Thank you for your understanding though. It’s rare to find someone who doesn’t mind opportunistic values, so I appreciate your acceptance of my ways. Well, I can’t say I expected that out of this conversation. On top of being incredibly admirable, you’re equally as charming. I can see why some of your students aren’t trying hard enough. They’re distracted by you.

levialexander​:

Trust me, there’s definitely a heart there. Someone without a heart wouldn’t think to make a positive impact on the next generation, let alone choose a career as a teacher to accomplish that goal. I’d normally say I disagree with you on that, but I’d really prefer not to paint myself in a different light than what you see already, so we can leave it at that. You’re the first person to compliment my level of ambition. Most have told me to take my head out of my ass. It seems that you’ve found your calling. After all, you’ve worked hard enough for it, so you deserve all the success it’ll bring you.

I guess there’s some truth in that. As long as you don’t start seeing me as some sort of bleeding heart - I can assure you that I’m really not that softhearted or sensitive. Would you? I’ve got to say, that surprises me. I’d ask you to elaborate but if you’d like to leave it there, fair enough. What? That can’t be right. Surely not all people have harped on you for having so much ambition - in any case, I absolutely compliment it since I see us as being similar in that sense. I appreciate you saying that. I’m not one to not give my all into the things that I do, so you’re right to say I do work very hard.

I wouldn’t dare to think of you as sensitive. Overly emotional people get nowhere in life. Emotions only ever get in the way of things. To be incredibly honest with you -- and this is a rare occurrence, so don’t come to expect this -- I would much rather put myself before anyone else in this world. And it’s because I know I have so much more to give, so much more to offer, so much more to become. It’s selfish. And I just didn’t want anyone as compassionate -- at least, you seem compassionate enough -- to think I was selfish. But if there’s anything I’m good at, it’s telling the honest truth, so that’s my honest truth. So I guess the main difference between you and me is that you’re willing to make the world a better place by imparting your wisdom, and I... You can see where the rest of this is going.

Tinder is basically just a flip book now. Seen all of you at least twice. Do better. 

Says the one who’s still on Tinder. Maybe try to broaden your horizons, Noah.

Who the hell thought of fryin up a whole slice of cheesecake and where do I get their number?

If you so happen to find that number, please share it with me because I’d like to have a serious talk with the inventor of such a horrific thing.

Hey, I’m just saying when you have the opportunity to get a sugar daddy at a golf course, you’re going to wish you listened to me. Could’ve putted your way right into his will, but nooo, we had to pay electricity that month. Come ON. 

Right, because playing putt-putt while you’re on the toilet is how you shave off three strokes to your game. I’d much rather be able to pay for the electricity bill than have to pay for a storage unit to store all of the unnecessary items you would’ve bought had I not stopped you. But hmm, I don’t know, maybe that’s just me.

Leviiiii. You never let me have any fun. 

No! Stop your whining. If I let you have your way every single damn time, do you know how many stupid, useless things would be taking up space in our house? You almost bought that stupid Neck Magic Air Cushion one night and I literally had to climb on top of you to prevent you from calling. What about that one time you tried to convince me to let you buy the Better Marriage Blanket? You don’t even sleep with anyone long enough for them to know your ass even knows what flatulence is, but you were convinced it was a necessary purchase. And don’t even get me started about the Potty Putter.

Not yet. But we are breaking him out tomorrow night. I won’t be kept from the man I love.

Mercy Rose, I’m gonna use your own handcuffs on you and chain you to your bed until this momentary lapse of judgment passes. I refuse to allow a duck into our house.

I’m in love with a man. His name is Elliot. He is actually not a man, but a male duck, but either way, we’re registered at Bloomingdales. 

I swear, if you bring a damn duck into our house, I’m going to burn your favorite sweater right before your eyes.

No, that’s okay. Sometimes I wonder if there’s a heart in my chest, too. Kidding… somewhat. I’m sure that is a legitimate question for some people. That may be true, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your passion being more self-involved. As selfless as mine may seem, don’t get me wrong. If this wasn’t what made me happy and satisfied in my life, I wouldn’t be doing it - my happiness is first and foremost. I like that you have so much passion, though. Like you said, I find it pretty rare to find someone like that, too. Honestly? I’m not entirely sure. I’m very determined and I’d fight like hell not to settle into a job I don’t want. Whatever it was would just have to be a means to an end for me to be doing what I really want to do.

Trust me, there’s definitely a heart there. Someone without a heart wouldn’t think to make a positive impact on the next generation, let alone choose a career as a teacher to accomplish that goal. I’d normally say I disagree with you on that, but I’d really prefer not to paint myself in a different light than what you see already, so we can leave it at that. You’re the first person to compliment my level of ambition. Most have told me to take my head out of my ass. It seems that you’ve found your calling. After all, you’ve worked hard enough for it, so you deserve all the success it’ll bring you.

Mercy let out a soft breath, that came out more like a hum. It worked, at least as a response, even as her mind took a second to keep up. “Drag and drop, got it.” She nodded with a sense of finality. 

Her eyes fall back to her drink, going to trace another few circles around the glass, feeling clearly the way the amber colored liquid was making it much, much easier to find solutions to the things that seemed to survive past her usual rational. “Y’know what.” She starts, looking back to her friend and turning a little more fully in her seat. “We needa get laid. Like. Laid, laid. Just some stupid shit, even more stupid than usual. No drinks, no dinner, nona that.” She waves her hand slightly, gesturing more than the situation really needed. 

‘We’ wasn’t necessarily accurate, but Mercy thrived on the way some of the time, they acted like a package. Whether it was just wingman situations, or just their dynamic in their apartment. Maybe it was the way she grew up, or maybe she was just a little bit messy. Either way, she wasn’t looking to change anytime soon.

He met her eyes with a raised brow, curious as to what her suggestion might’ve been. It was on nights like this that he was grateful for someone like Mercy. They were both misunderstood in this town, two strong personalities in the midst of polite colloquialisms that scattered throughout the town. One complemented the other and he was thankful to have someone like her around. 

“Ugh,” he threw his head back and closed his eyes. “I’ve literally hooked up with every gay-slash-questioning man here in this godforsaken town,” Levi exclaimed in frustration, squeezing his eyes shut at the thought of being out of options. “Trust me, I’d get laid if I could. Even if it means I have to find someone five towns over. I’m not even kidding. I haven’t had a good lay in such a long time, I’m on edge because of it.”

Evan: I mean compared to our other sisters, were pretty similar but I’m cuter.

evan: Thanks!