HISS.

“ Let me know how that goes for you, ” Astrid replied, leaning back against the nearest wall. “ Not to be invasive or anything, but how do you know it’s dairy that makes you feel sick? Couldn’t it be anything? ”

the voice coming from the back of the coffee shop isn’t what gets her attention. it’s the fact that it’s coming from shea that does ; aviva didn’t know he worked here, though then again, her mind always had attached him to blue rather than his own person. “what would vegan have to do with anything?” eyebrows furrow and she’s lost. was this kid on something or was his thought process always like this? “you might have a digestive problem and that’s what’s making you feel like shit.” another shrug and her pen is placed back on the paper, writing neatly on the lines placed in front of her. “y’gone to a doctor for it?”

     his arms immediately crossed as he was practically pulled into the room. the look on the other’s face didn’t exactly exclaim happiness, so teddy knew he was in for it. still, with his arms still crossed directly over his chest, he let out a breath before he began.      ❛  she caught me –– at a party with my boyfriend. ❜     did he put emphasis on the word boyfriend on accident ? he raised his eyebrows as he continued to speak.      ❛  ‘nd then she just asked, so i told her. ❜      he licked his bottom lip as he suddenly felt so much warmer in that room. had the temperature risen a few degrees ? he adjusted the hat on his head as he tore his eyes away from shea’s. this conversation would definitely be better if he didn’t have to look at him.       ❛  –– didn’t tell her we like … did anything. just that you were my … ❜      god, admitting this to him was harder than admitting it to himself.       ❛  that you were my last relationship. ‘ts it. ❜      his eyes found shea’s again and instead of hesitation all he was was cold.

         gray was sitting in the back sipping at an espresso and scrolling through his phone, waiting until his drink was done to leave. occasionally smiling whenever val would text him back — he still couldn’t believe she chose him. when shea burst through the door, he slowly closed his phone and set it down on the small table, a small grin taking place on his lips. “did you have this sudden realization when you were eating meat or something?” he furrowed his brows, though it seemed there was more to the story and he didn’t want to assume. “think you’re allergic to something? could see a doctor?”

“ – there’s a couple of great vegan places around, or at least there used to be. i don’t know if they’ve closed.” she offered to the stranger, maybe it would be helpful.  it had been a while since she had been back in halston, and the vegan restaurants weren’t exactly discussed on her every-other-day phone calls to her grandparents. “you have an allergy, or do you just feel bad about consuming and using animal products?” she pondered, placing her newly aquired tea in the cup holder of the stroller where the toddler was sleeping. it was the latter for the blonde, as she had been vegan for the past thirteen years. 

     ❛  hi. ❜    he mumbled practically to save himself from getting run into by the other. why he’d decided to stop by when shea was working was beyond him. he really didn’t know what the hell he was doing voluntarily seeing the other, but he was here. every part of him felt the need to explain himself for something shea might not even know yet.        ❛  how would going vegan help ? ❜        he sounded confused as he shook his head. no. walk in walk out. that was his goal. no small talk.      ❛  no, your food issues are not why i’m here. ❜         he cleared his throat as he shook his head before quickly looking up at the other as his word vomited.      ❛  i told elodie –– about me, about us. ❜    

ace: ???

ace: don't you have a boyfriend

ace: and you wanna hang with lil old me?

ace: i'm flattered

shea: dont make it weird

shea: but yea thats a whole other situation

ace: i need something and my dealer is being a fucking dick

ace: is there anything i can snag from you?

shea: i have a couple xans i can give u for $20

ace: where are you?

shea: at home

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DECEMBER 25, 2017. 4:58 AM. “—–hey, baby !” there’s a quiet, tired laugh, and a grogginess to his voice. “g’morning —-” he yawns, and his voice is strained as he stretches. “—-dunno why i called you so early in the morning. figures you’re still asleep.” he hums, thinking for a moment. “—- just wanted to say merry christmas, ‘cause i dunno if i’ll get to see you today. i got work in a little bit, n’ i’ll be off around noon.” his voice is hushed, afraid to wake his family. “uh —- y’can come over today, if y’want. el would be happy to see you. and, uh, i got you somethin’.” he pauses, then, and there’s some rustling as he gets out of bed. “i gotta get ready for work now, but text me when you wake up, m’kay? see you later, maybe. i, uh —- i lo—-” he pauses, and laughs awkwardly. the redness of his cheeks is practically audible. “—–yeah. okay. bye. sleep well.”

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teddy: saved me a lot of heartbreak

teddy: yea shea that's what dating means

teddy: he's like five feet tall im growing you know

teddy: does it matter?

shea: he's 5'8 and the love of my life

shea: yea it matters bc im curious