loving is easy

a dry sort of chuckle slipped out, though thinking about her situation, would’ve rather, and has truthfully, prompted more of a shout into the void than any sort of laugh. sighing before she spoke up, not as if it was much of a secret thanks to full disclosure now. ❝ drunkenly cheated on my fiancee with my best friend, thus have probably ruined a lifelong friendship and could possibly lose the woman i love as a result, so, you know. ❞ aylin gave a slight shrug, one hand moving to comb through her hair, sighing a bit more audibly this time. ❝ as long as you’re sure ? but yeah i’m, alright honestly, could be worse i suppose. ❞

“Oh, darling.” She said softly, reaching out to gently touch her shoulder in an act of empathy. “The choices we make catch up with us, but they don’t define us. And if you lose the woman, you’ve got a friend in me. We can cry and drink wine together and I’ll make you all the comfort food you want, okay?” Sammy smiled widely hoping to bring her mood up even just a little bit.

“Ugh, your mind. It’s like,” she said as she gestured explosions by her temples. “I think I will get both. Might as well get a couple more sets if it’s sale anyway, right?” Laryssa started going through the racks, still disrobed and in the undergarments. “And thank you. I pride myself on being bold. It’s how a leader should present themselves, right?” She meant well in thought, but in practice left a lot to be desired. The Island Princess should not be running around in just underwear.

She nodded happily, biting her lip as she listened to the girl speak. “Right, of course. Gotta engage in the sale, can’t miss out on that.” She laughed a little, brushing her hair out of her face as she continued to listen to the stranger. “I suppose, yes. Definitely giving me... ‘leader’ vibes.”

“Don’t fucking call me ‘babe’, pumpkin.” Scarlett stepped toward the other, heels clacking on the concrete. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, and she hadn’t been in a good mood in a few days so her tolerance level was lower than hell.

She scoffed. “And what are you gonna do about it? You gonna fight me in the street?” She asked, looking around them and then back at her. “Look, whatever the fuck you’re going through, don’t take it out on me. I’ve got enough bullshit to deal with.”

“oh no.” evie buried her face in her hands and shook her head. “oh i’m so sorry. i’ll find you a better date, promise. one that can give you the pasta and has their own place.”

“Wow, yee of little faith! For all you know, I could’ve been practicing on my own. My pizza technique could have surpassed yours by now, you don’t know.” Noel replies playfully, before he’s jokingly dropping his jaw and raising a hand to jokingly display to her. “And I can be delicate. I can totally be delicate!” Noel is shaking his head in mock offense as Sammy talks, finally cracking a smile as her hip bumps into his. “Surprise stakes, and impartial judges. I’m thinking strangers. I mean who would say no to free pizza?” 

“Okay, fair. But we’re only offering half of our slices because I’m hungry and I need to distract myself with pepperoni and prosciutto.” She explained, laughing a little to herself before speaking again. “And you, my love, are most definitely not delicate. You’re like a new puppy in a house full of expensive vases. Adorable, but... not delicate.” She told him, mostly joking and hoping he didn’t take offense as they got to the grocery store. “I’m getting the expensive prosciutto, I’m in a mood.” She explained, heading for the meats.

at the sound of a familiar voice answering to her plea, maggie didn’t feel as guilty as she had a second before. “you could say i like to suffer…” she joked, although it really wasn’t that funny. “no, no — thank you so much sammy. i wouldn’t ask you for more!” she assured the other girl. “to the donation center, the dumpster-looking thing? yeah — i don’t need any of these anymore. it’s not too heavy, is it?”