✩ cherry wine

Did you stop checking for monsters in your closet when you started letting them sleep in your bed?

“you would have dropped your plans for me? awh, thanks, babe.” the blonde smiled wide, putting her hands to her cheeks. “a hike and a swim and maybe even a smoke? that sounds like heaven right now. of course. i’m raising my standards from this day forward, though. i will not let a boy smoke me out and get away with it.” chandler laughed, getting up from her spot.

“of course i would have. most of my plans include work or studying anyways, so you’re always a welcome distraction.” robyn shrugged lightly and returned the smile. “now that sounds like a plan. we’ve got a long week ahead of us and i think we should seize every free second we have to unwind before all hell breaks loose. oh good, aim for the stars, babe.” robyn leaned up from her spot and nodded towards the door. “shall we?”

truly, i’d never last. aren’t you just the sweetest thing, robyn? alright, fine. i’ll accompany you to this luke’s place. i have nothing better to do anyways.

i’d pay to see you on survivor. you and your whole ‘elite’ gang trying to make it out in the wild would bring me great source of entertainment. wow, don’t sound so thrilled, victor. appreciate what i’m doing for you.

Eliam smiled at the girl as he got comfortable. “Well, a girl like you should feel special.” He winked at the girl. “It’s been boring. It says a lot that I went for a run. What means that I was bored as fuck.” He smiled over at the dark haired girl next to him. “What about yours?”

“A girl like me, huh?” she hummed, amused by his words. “I’ll admit, you’re awfully charming for a boy like you.” Robyn mused as she raised her fork to eat the pasta. “Hey, at least you got your daily exercise in. Which is a lot more than I can say for myself -- I was stuck at the movie theatre for the graveyard shift. Not that I dislike my job, it was just a very slow day.”

“is that a bad thing? I don’t know, my life has just been football for the past however many years.”

“Not at all, it’s good to be different I guess. Football it is then. And there’s nothing more to your story other than the sport? Maybe a weird habit of sorts?”