but at least you have beautiful ghosts...

“That’s true. But you and I both know that’s not the type of distraction I had in mind.” Andrea noted, though a smile peeked through. “Then why don’t we go grocery shopping together? You can go around and get whatever you need while I entertain Stace. Then we can have chicken fingers with something green and leafy on the side. A perfectly balanced meal.”

“I know. And I feel like maybe you wanted something more along the lines of alcohol and a hot body to rest again but the closest thing to that I can offer you is juice in a sippy cup and an episode of Coco Melon.” Melody furthered teased, her shoulders slumping a little at the suggestion. “Really? I mean, that sounds great to me but are you really sure you want to spend your time bonding with me over a trolley full of groceries and leafy greens? Because even in my deprived state of mind, that whole idea doesn’t sound like the world’s most fun outing ever.”

“I was kind of thinking in the direction of something else entirely… But yeah, I guess that’ll do the trick.” Andrea shrugged. “Who says that’s not a good dinner? I’m definitely in for chicken fingers.”

“Well you did say distraction. I’m just trying to live up to what you asked for.” Melody teased. “Umm, well,  literally the entirety of all moms. I haven’t even had time to go grocery shopping this week. It’s basically all I have left in the fridge and even then, that’s my emergency plan B. I need something green and leafy.”

Julian: Really? There are many options as to how.

Julian: You can't scold me for not being dirty.

Julian: Anything clever I would have to say about it would lead to you scolding me.

Julian: And you thought I out of most people would know that?

Andrea: At least it'll be educations. They could add any flavour and it would sell. No matter the name. As long as it's something cool, it'll work.

Andrea: You can literally freeze some water and say it tastes like clouds. Cause it probably does. Would anyone be, apart from like three-year-old kids?

Andrea: I mean, I'm sure they're very aware of the shit kids like. I wouldn't be surprised if there's a racecar or cloud-flavour somewhere.

Andrea: Yeah, no kidding. Kids love sugar. And honestly, this doesn't really sound like a conversation we should be having in the first place. It's getting weird real fast.

Andrea: Unicorn is not a flavour. I can honestly say I have never ever tasted a 'unicorn' flavoured thing and I would like to keep it that way.

Andrea: I feel like Jesse would be more equipped to know the answer to this...

@tuck-messer

∗ o6﹕ a  text  containing  a  picture .

[Photo of a plate of cookies]

Text: Look what Stacey and I made. Snickerdoodles! So does Uncle Tuckerdoodle want a Snickerdoodle? You’ll have to come round and get it before they’re all gone.

∗ 15﹕ a  text  containing  advice .

@andrea-walker

∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession .

Text: Honestly, I’ve been running on about 2 hours sleep in the last 48 hours and I haven’t even had a shower for the last 2 days. I’m disgusting. It’s not something I’m proud of. I need a hand, please? Just come baby sit for 30 minutes so I can have some me time.

∗ 17﹕ a  text  during  a  breakdown  /  panic  attack .

*Historic text sent back when James passed away*

Text: I feel like I can’t breathe, Andrea. It’s like my lungs are filling up with water and I don’t know how to escape because really, how do you escape from reality? And what a cruel and unfair reality it is. He should be here. He’s meant to be here. How am I meant to keep on going on when it constantly feels like I am being drowned? I’m lost without him. I can’t do this without him. I can’t raise a child without him. I can’t raise a child without their father. I just can’t do this -- I don’t know how to do this. I need to come home. 

 ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text .

@julian-boyce​

∗ o1﹕ a  text  sent  late  at  night .

Text: Don’t frown at me, alright? This sweatshirt is still in perfect, pristine condition just like it was all those years ago and I am refusing to take it off.

 ∗ o9﹕ a  text  containing  a  confession .

Text: I miss him. I still get waves of missing him from time to time but honestly, what’s more confusing is the flashbacks. It’s not just him in them. It’s you too. The thoughts and memories of a simpler time when I still had him but you were also an ember burning in the back of my mind. In a way, seeing you again reminds me of him and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a terrible thing....

 ∗ 24﹕ an  angry  text .