#abxsive

It's bad enough he's been texting and driving since he pulled his Aston Martin out of the garage, but now he's speeding a little bit too. Maybe it's far too late at night for anyone to notice his black car as it speeds down the road, but he's genuinely concerned now, from the state of his and Jeremy's last few texts and the way that they were worded. He knows the drill-- park a few houses down so he doesn't wake the mom, or alarm any neighbors. He sends a quick text, though, letting his boy know that he'd arrived and to hurry down-- adding a quick 'i miss you' at the end. It's just a matter of waiting now, as he turns of his car and the headlights too.

dont hate

hey fish but im not tired  [whines] come sleep with me *insert smirk emoji* how smooth am i though

“So that wasn't too bad, right? I told you  they'd come around  eventually.”

you're v cute hi yes ok i swear i'll reply asap 

    “What're you doing here? It's late        and if my parents find you, I'm       dead‐- I missed you though.       Like a lot. C'mere.“

The room had been silent the past few days, minus her own voice filling the room as she read to the boy in front of Azalea. Volunteering at the psychiatric hospital and doing this was not what the girl expected at first. She imagined that she would not have benn a key part to anyone's routine, just a face that from time to time people would pass by but think nothing of. But reading to someone who would not react to anyone? Why would they use her?  All of those thoughts Azalea kept pushing back daily as she read each word on the pages. "...So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past." Slowly closing the book and letting it fall to her lap, the brunette's hues gazed over to the blond, waiting for any sort of response.