Scribbles Writes Stuff

“Everyone has a choice!” They snapped. “I chose to believe you could be better than you are and you chose to spit on that and everything we are.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

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Gordon sniggered as he swiped right on the image of the sandy haired guy only a year younger than himself,

“How long do you think I can catfish him for?”

Scott and Virgil each leant over his shoulders, all three ignoring John’s disapproving tut and roll of his eyes.

“Oh you can tell just what he’s looking for,” Virgil muttered, flicking through the overly dark images taken in front of what seemed to be a bedroom mirror.

“The guy’s got taste,” Gordon pointed out, “Look,”

Virgil nodded in approval as he spotted the hotel logo Gordon was pointing to on the towel around the man’s waist.

“You really think setting up fake dating profiles is a good idea?” John asked, taking another swig of his beer, “You do realise what the press will do if they find out?”

Scott snorted as he set his own drink down on the floor next to him,

“That’s where you come in Johnny,”

“Don’t call me…” He trailed off with a shake of his head as Gordon continued for Scott,

“If we did get caught, we all know you’re capable of hacking into the system and deleting any trace of the account ever existing.”

“Oo,” Scott held out his tablet, “Hot red-head.”

Gordon’s face lit up as he swiped through the images,

“Wow, do you think that bikini could get much smaller?”

Scott scoffed,

“I’d like to see her try!”

Virgil rolled his eyes,

“Yes she’s hot, but do you two have any taste?”

Gordon looked between his two older brothers,

“Whoever gets a date with her first gets dibs on the next shipment of ice cream?”

Scott laughed, holding out his hand,

“Deal.”

Virgil sighed, his shoulders sinking as he looked between the pair. He knew that he didn’t really have an option to not get in on the challenge,

“Oh alright then, deal.”

John watched wordlessly as the three got up to leave, lost in their discussion of the terms of their challenge. He looked back to his own tablet with a small smile,

Thanks for those pictures of your cousin Ridley, worked like a charm!

She replied in a second,

Oh I can’t wait to see their faces at the conference next week.

It was Jen’s favourite window in the villa, looking out beyond Thunderbird Two’s runway and to the rolling waves stretching out to the horizon. She’d turned down the lights to a soft glow, just light enough to be able to see the words on her page. The patter of the rain on the glass made the corner feel cozy, like the home she had never had.

A flash of lightning caught her eye, making her glance up for a moment just long enough to catch movement in her other eye.

“That’s where my Air Force sweater went,” Scott murmured as he stepped behind her, sinking down to wrap himself around her.

Jen smiled, burying herself deeper in the soft material of the well worn top,

“Nope,” She told him, “You can check the label, this one is mine.”

She laughed as he hummed, not sounding quite convinced.

Scrolling down the words of the page, she leant back into his chest, contented in every way she thought she could be.

“Enjoying the book?”

Setting the tablet down, she tilted her head back,

“It’s one of my romances, so you won’t think much of it,”

Scott tutted, pressing his lips to the pulse on her neck,

“I think real life would be much more interesting.”

Jen laughed, knowing just what he was implying as she shuffled back an extra inch, settling against the mould of his body,

“Real life is just perfect.”

After the shower: … So I think I had… some words planned. And maybe some punctuation… Hm.

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