who got the feeling?

“what’s your go-to genre? i feel like you’re a horror gal. they freak me out, too, i’m with you there. yo, i hate that kid. like, she’s not right, you can tell she’s plotting someone’s murder or some shit. ouch, babe, i’m actually aching right now. i’ve missed your face.”

“for once, you’re right. i love horror. blood and guts are cool, and it’s nice to watch who can handle it or not. it’s a nice way to see who is worthy hanging around. yeah, she’s something. i think i would punch her in the nose if i saw her. boo hoo, whatever your name is. i’m beautiful, i know.”

“aren’t…you kind of addicted to drugs, too, dude? but i got you, get up — let’s go get you that nacho cheese.” she laughed, reaching for his arms to drag him along toward her car. “i wouldn’t go offering out your left testicle too often, elliot, eventually you’ll run out. but it’s chill, i don’t really want one of your balls…like, they’re kind of gross, you know?”

“fuck no, i smoke weed, you can’t get addicted to weed. i could quit, but i don’t want to. i’d miss out on all those health benefits, too.” he said, rising to his feet unwillingly. “i don’t. sometimes i also offer my right. yeah, you’re right. balls are gross, but i was think you could sell it or some shit on the black market.”

“well obviously it’s a painting vi, i mean is it like exhibition worthy do you think or should i scrap it?” he shrugs, “i’m asking everyone i can..”

“i know that, idiot. i’m not that stupid. but, i’m also not some artsy-fartsy girl, so i’ve got no clue what qualifies as an exhibition piece. but, i like it. fuck what everyone thinks, if you like it, do it.”

victor: that's exactly what i'm saying

victor: ur so fucking smart man i love u

victor: it's gonna be tight as hell

victor: yea they really fucking are but like if we lived in monsters inc would we even see the monsters since we aren't kids anymore :/

elliot: i'm gonna do it 100%

elliot: i love u too bro n ur so smart too

elliot: we need to get a baby pool to fill w beer

“y’know, after getting called for the fourth time in a month to fix the same problem with some lady’s bathroom sink, i’m really starting to wonder if she’s breaking it on purpose,” he ranted, brows furrowed as he took a quick sip from his iced coffee. way, way too sweet. “she could just really like my company… or… hear me out—she could be making observations and plotting my demise. i mean, either way i’m getting paid for the work so… i think i’m still gonna go.”

“or maybe she keeps forgetting that you can’t put egg shells down the sink! i used to do that all the time--i make a lot of cookies--and i ended up breaking my sink. the plumber ended up flooding my kitchen, though. fortunately, this was back when i lived in south carolina, so my house isn’t wrecked now.” she blabbed, the mention of south carolina bringing out more of her southern drawl. she took a sip of her iced coffee, which was more like milk at this point. but, brynn liked things sweet. “oh, cloud, don’t say that! i’m sure she’s just... forgetful! but at least you’re getting paid, right? and getting to do something you like to do? fixing things?”

“that’s pretty fucking great. my family has money but like, they want me to make it on my own and i definitely will. i’m going to become a fucking billionaire or something, but in the mean time if you ever wanted to get me a gift, i wouldn’t be opposed. i kind of see us as family, alexander. i mean, it is violet, so i’d say if she’s the only girl, i did really fucking well. i’d choose you over me mostly ‘cause fucking yourself is kinda weird. you fucked frankie? i’ve never felt so close to you. if she cuts your dick off, then you probably deserved it, but also probably not. i don’t fucking know, my dude. ah, she’s pretty chill? i like that she’s sort of fucking insane. i’ll buy you drinks and a dinner. chance, really? i like chance. he’s always so fucking happy and you know, just happy. i think he could be good for you. balance you out and shit.”

“i mean, yeah, i love giving gifts. what kind of shit do you like? oh, hell yeah. have big ambitions. we’re not family, but thanks for thinking so highly of me. yeah--and after we fucked she immediately stole one of my gucci belts. which is fucking... tragic, because it was limited edition, and now she won’t give it back. we’re like eskimo sisters now, how hot. well, you can definitely have her. no offense, but i’d rather keep my dick, so she can cut off yours. oh, fuck yeah. sounds like a date, babycakes. yeah, he’s always so goddamn happy. uh, thanks, i guess? i’m not going to date him. i only fuck him sometimes. and he’s getting too comfortable with that, so that may need to stop.”

“ i’m so bad at making good contact names, but if you ever want my number i’ll accept that ‘cause it’s golden. yeah, depending on the breed !! if you come to my house, you can cuddle with them if you change your mind. my hens are all super friendly. daisy’s a little shy, but i think she’d like you. i’m sure that’s not true, but—i guess if you really aren’t having fun then you can get super messed up, as long as you don’t puke on my carpet or anything. i promise it won’t !! if it does you can, like—i don’t know, not punch me or anything but something similar. ”

“cool, yeah, put it in, you know... for sleepover purposes. uh, maybe. to be completely honest... the thought of cuddling a chicken is freaking me the fuck out. we’ll see how i feel after some alcohol in my system. daisy? does she wear daisies? like i said, we’ll see. i’m not a puker, no worries. i’d never punch you. i may be a dick, but i’m not that much of a dick.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, I saw. I’m not driving you anywhere, love. I’m pretty sure just being near you in such close quarters would give me an auto-fail on the random drug tests my company likes to spring on me.”

“drug tests? damn, you need a new company, that shit sucks! also, you won’t fail a drug test. second hand highs can happen, but the amount of thc in your system from that won’t cause you to fail, it’s too small of an amount to show up on a test. so, drive me to taco bell?”

it wasn’t as if she tried to annoy people on purpose, for the most part. she was generally just a lot to deal with and she wasn’t interested in toning herself down. zandy however, was an exception to that. she could practically see his blood boiling more and more with each word she said and it made it difficult for her to keep a straight face. “ that’s ‘cause i AM a cocksucker. i can’t help it. s’not like i want to be this way or anything. i’m like—a hoarder, from the tv show hoarders. now that i have it, i can’t get rid of it, even if i wanted to. i’m sorry, i really am. but there’s nothing i can do for you, now, ” she said half-heartedly, with a little shrug. “ it’s not my fault it was a belt that i saw. i would have taken anything, you know. next time you should put out a decoy or something, like, uh—i don’t know. a frying pan, maybe. ”

most of what she was saying went in one ear and out the other. he was practically fuming at this point, and he was honestly surprised he hadn’t blown up even more at her. zandy had trouble with his anger, not that he would get physical, but he had a problem with how angry he could get and how quickly. if someone cut him off in traffic he would be in a bad mood for the rest of the day. this conversation was going to leave him in a bad mood for the rest of the year. “listen, i don’t care anymore. i’m tired of fuckin’ talking to you. don’t talk to me, ever again. i swear to god, you piss me the hell off.”

“are you saying i should be shocked? elliot you tend to do stuff like this a lot like more than anyone with a lot of brain cells” she said shaking her head “but because im pregnant and nicer now and craving nacho fries ill drive you”

“not what i said at all. all i said was that i need baja blast and tacos drenched in fire sauce. oh, fuck, also a cheese quesadilla. a lot of brain cells? i think everyone has a normal amount of brain cells and i have less because i fell off my razor scooter and hit my head when i was six. i also have a scar, wanna’ see? damn, that’s ass backwards, i thought pregnant women got super hormonal and were easier to upset. you’re the fuckin’ best, lenny!”

chance giggled and nuzzled into him, wrapping his legs around him. “yeah? it isn’t like you’re forcing me off of you so why does it matter?”, he asked, raising a brow. the smile never left his face as he spoke to him, beaming. “wow, i have so much planned. we’re gonna have the greatest sleepover!”

“i’m not going to drop you on the ground.” zandy replied, face distorting with annoyance. there was no way chance could see it as he was perched on his back at the moment. “oh, god. i don’t even want to ask, but i feel like i have to know what i’m getting into.”

“probably..” she smirks to one side of her lips and nods once, “mostly, yeah.. they underestimate my temper though because after i give them some of it they fuck right off.” 

“most definitely you mean?” he said, matching her smirk. “oh, yeah? that’s hot. i love a girl who makes a dickhead quake in his loafers. props to you, babe. maybe i need some lessons, because no one seems to take me seriously.”

“well, yeah? who else would i be talking to? that old man there doesn’t look too gorgeous but i mean, s’pose we all have different tastes.”

“oh, i’m, um, sorry. i’m not used to people buying drinks for me! but, sure, i’d love one, thank you! that’s very kind of you. aw, well, i’m sure he’s gorgeous to someone! he’s probably lived a very nice and long life.”

upon hearing what violet had on for shoes, his eyes went wide, followed by a scoff. she had the nerve to almost break his shin with those demon boots? and here she was, thinking it was the funniest thing. he only moved his hand down to rub at the pained area, frowning as he did. “i dunno if i can accept your apology, babe.”, he muttered to her, hoping the pain would go away soon. he knew that mentioning her height would make her upset but if she could hurt him and get away with it, he might as well talk about something he knows will easily anger her. “me? no way. it’s just the truth though, there’s no need to get upset, babe.”, he teased her, winking. the waitress had made her way over to them and justin placed his usual order, handing over the menu. awaiting violet’s, she  ran his fingers through blonde locks. “you know the way to my heart. french fries are my favorites..”, he teased her, placing a playful hand over his chest.

just as soon as she had said it, justin was repeating it back to her. the word ‘babe’ sounded heavenly coming from him. she definitely could get used to that, but she tried to not get her hopes up. she was used to being let down constantly and consistently and while she had faith in justin, she didn’t want to hope for anything too much. when violet expected a certain situation to go a certain way it went all to shit and went the other way. and she didn’t want that to happen with him, so she tried to keep an open mind. “fine. you’re the one who looks like a.. a.. tree.” she attempted to insult him, but it proved to be a flop. “or a big, stupid, dumb, skyscraper.” she huffed, eyes glancing over the menu. the waitress came over and took their order, where justin ordered fries and she ordered a grilled cheese and a beer. “you’re easy to please, aren’t you?” she laughed, watching him mess with his hair. “i like your hair. you look really handsome.”

the kiss was slow but quick at the same time. as quickly as it had started, the sooner it had ender. it was too short for indigo’s liking but it was for a good reason. he would rather be safe with brynn than causing a fire. he was glad that he was brave enough to even go through with it. it had been a while since he had done something like this before and in his opinion, it couldn’t have gotten much better. as he watched her turn off the burner, he had felt an urge to be a gentleman, reaching forward to let down the burner but she had beat him to it and his arm had gotten too close to the steam coming from the pot. “ah!”, he exclaimed, getting burned from the steam, causing him to stomp away from the area. he put his hand over the burn, breathing heavily in and out of his mouth. he had never been burned by steam and the sensation wasn’t pleasant as he tried to get himself through the pain, hiding away from brynn.

she felt like the butterflies were about to cause her to float right out of her shoes. brynn hadn’t had a kiss in so long, she had almost forgotten how nice they could be when shared with the perfect person. her heart felt so light that she barely noticed that he was also reaching for the notch on the burner. their hands brushed against each other, but her hand hand gotten to the dial first. after turning it down quickly, she watched with wide eyes as the steam proceeded to burn indigo on the arm. “indigo, are you okay?” she asked, immediately disregarding the pot of pasta to come to his aide. “you’re very clumsy, aren’t you?” she said softly, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “here, let me see...” before turning over his arm to inspect the burn. it was just a little red without signs of blistering. “just run cold water on it, okay?” she said before running back to the sink to turn on the cold knob. “and i’ll finish the pasta, alright?”

“ seriously ?? nine lives, elliot. cats are notorious for having nine lives, not ten. that one isn’t even hard. you’re making it SO difficult for me to stop myself from dragging your ass through the dust, i want you to know that. this is legendary self-restraint. maybe you could use a swan instead of a couch, then. no springs to worry about in that case. i mean, i’m no laganja or anything but if you think i’ve made it through life this far without smoking you’re sorely mistaken. what you lack in common sense, you really make up for in gift-giving, you know. i would drink any wine but i prefer a rosé, or a white. ”

“nine lives? are you sure, declan? i’m pretty sure it’s ten. but you know, my dog mr. peanut butter has like, twenty-five lives. he’s eaten my pot plants on my back porch like fourteen times, i think he’s trying to tell me that he’s a vegetarian. don’t drag me buddy, we’re buddies! buddies don’t drag buddies! oh shit--you’re so right. or maybe i can just get multiple bean bags, that’d be cool too. like, that’s hella’ stoner culture right there. maybe i’ll get lava lamps, too. oh, shit, declan’s part of the toke club! we gotta’ get blazed together, bro--talk about life and shit. i got you, i’ll get one of each.”