𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜

“Yeah, well… I will, but don’t think you’re getting out of this.”

❝you know it’s starting to sound a lot like you’re stalling.❞

“All I’m saying is we live in fucking California. Do you really think it’s going to be that cold? I was just in Maine. There is actual snow in Maine right now. Do you see snow here? I just see sand.”

❝observant. look, if you don’t think it’s going to be that cold, you do it first. by all means.❞

icarus clutched onto the guitar tightly in surprise, gazing at the girl as she began laughing. “i didn’t know cher was holy,” he said trying to fill the awkwardness he felt with something. the girl had obviously been running away from something but he wasn’t sure that’d excuse the scare he’d gotten. “a wrong turn or something into somebody’s room? that sounds convenient.”

“You’d be surprised, my friend! If I’m following a recipe that’s all laid out for me, then I’m totally fine.. but doing it myself – lord, I don’t have a damn clue what I’m doing. I agree, it is still a lot of fun, but it’d be much more enjoyable if it was actually edible.”

❝then i guess i’ll just have to remember to not let you anywhere near my kitchen without the help of a recipe or a pro’s guidance,❞ she teased, dipping the strawberry carefully into the chocolate fondue situated between them.  ❝growing up, my mom was like...magic in the kitchen. luckily, i managed to pick up a thing or two from her before she died. so, you know....if you ever want some help, i currently accept payment in the form of chocolate and wine.❞

so does that mean no tattoos at all or just none on your ass? ‘cause ya know i think maybe like a small rose or something would look cute too. well i suppose you got a point, could embrace it and make 2019 my bitch. maybe… i guess we’ll see what happens.

He looked off to his left, jaw tightening just a hint more. “I don’t– Look, I just randomly saw you, so I had to ask what the fuck you’ve been doing that has people asking me questions.” He despised having his foundations shifted, to have her point out even the slightest flaw in his story. Jace Montgomery didn’t get knocked down a peg by anyone, yet Sienna seemed to have found a crack in his armor, and now he was trying to build himself back up to the person she knew him as before they had started filming together. Before she had wormed her way into the deeper part of his life. “Oh, believe me, I was thrilled,” he muttered.

❝i can’t help what people ask anymore than you can, jace,❞ she replied simply, tucking a golden lock of hair behind her ear. her lips pursed soon after and she found herself nodding slowly, though her expression was hard to read. it wasn’t sad, not even disappointed. after all, it wasn’t as if she’d been expecting any other sort of response from the male. truthfully, she was just spent and done with trying to understand jace montgomery. ❝mm...just as i thought. ❞  she smiled again, only this time she wasn’t sure if it was as genuine.  ❝i should get going. best to avoid giving anyone else something to talk about, right? it was...good seeing you jace.❞

“I don’t think I’ll ever not be taken off guard when a hooker offers to suck a dick for a pack of cigarettes.”

does anyone even bother making resolutions anymore… let alone actually sticking to them for longer than like, a month tops? lucky if anyone sticks to ‘em longer than two weeks and it’s always the same boring ol’ things. i don’t think i could even remember the last time i seriously tried to make any. everyone’s gonna be all new year, new me for a while but let’s be honest new year, same bitch is probably more accurate for the majority of us. ya know, maybe that should be my motto and i’ll get some new ink of that on my ass or something.