#alaskaleighton

[Text] Wanna go on a coffee run for me?

[ text ] : sure thing! i was thinking about grabbing a drink anyways.

[ text ] : may need you to tell me your order

[Text] Saw VII or Paranormal Activity 4?

[ text ] : Need 4 Speed

[ text ] : is that what the movie is called

[ text ] : Need 4 More Speed 4

[Text] I'm sorry, okay? An apology is what you wanted, right?[Text]: somethin like that[Text]: u hittin the gym tonight?

[Text] I am never drinking that much again.[Text]: Who’d you make out with this time?

[Text] Can you come pick me up? May have been drinking and may have also punched out a guy for talking shit.[Text]: its 330 in the mornin dude[Text] I’ll only come get u if you won the fight

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“I’m not tired,” Alaska insists. They’re sprawled out on the couch in Andrew’s room, their head in his lap, and Andrew’s been threading his fingers through their hair for the past few minutes.

That’s a lie, and they both know it. Alaska’s yawned about five times in the last ten minutes - Andrew’s getting kind of sleepy just watching them.

“Suuure,” he says, voice tinged with disbelief, and they turn their head to scowl at him.

“I’m not!”

“No one said you were, Alaska.”

“Fuck you,” they try to snap, but the effect is ruined by another yawn.

They’re fast asleep in under a minute, head pushing into Andrew’s thigh, and he pushes their hair away from their face.

He grins when Alaska shifts slightly, snuggling more closely into his lap, one of their arms flung over both of his legs.

“I want to sleep with you again,” Will says once he’s sure Alaska’s looking into his eyes. It’s important that they do, because if Will looks away the world starts to spin and his head feel fuzzy. For right now, this is important, this conversation. Will force the goofy grin off of his face and tries to remember when he lost his shirt. OH right, strip poker. That would explain why he’s missing his left sock, too.

Alaska tenses up, but Will’s too far gone to care. He doesn’t read their subtle body language or take any cues.

“I mean it was good right? It looked like you enjoyed it. And I enjoyed it. So why not enjoy each other?” Will’s logic, in his drunken mind, is absolutely flawless.

“I don’t do repeats,” they mutter out, and it look like they wish the fake beer they’re sipping on could magically turn into a real one.

“Not even this once?” Will asks with a sloppy grin, and Alaska has to laugh at his perservence.

“I am going to kill Andrew,” Alaska seethe as she storms up to Will. He’s just got a stupid, confused look on his face and Alaska rolls their eyes at him before tugging on his neck and pulling him forward into a kiss. Will’s got quick reflexes and he kisses her back, lingering as long as he can. Alaska’s a great kisser, even if she smells like smoke some days. Will’s not going to complain.

“See if I ever play drunk truth or dare with that bastard again.”

( I did □ instead he doesnt wanna crush them)

“That’s too heavy for you.”

“Shut it, Davis.”

“Suit yourself.”

Will’s been going to the gym for over a decade. Whether they like it or not, he watches Alaska when she does her workout. Will wants to make sure that they’re doing okay, that they don’t need a spotter, and he likes the shape of their ass when they bend over. So when Alaska storms into the gym like someone just told her that dogs were suddenly gone from the planet (really that would bother Will much more than them), Will tries to give them space.

He’s on his core day, so he’s lying flat on his back, doing sit ups near to the ab machine. Alaka’s right on the other side of him, trying to pull back too much weight. Will doesn’t bring it up again.

He hears the smack of the weights. The gym echoes with all of its empty space, and Will’s head turns to look at her too slow. Before he can even ask if she’s alright Alaska winds up on top of him, and Will lets out an “oof” of air when she lands on him. They’re a tangle of sweat and limbs and Will would appreciate it if Alaska’s elbow wasn’t crushing his wind pipe.

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[text]: Dude I had a dream that I went to Alaska and you were there and we ate baked Alaska and I tried to tell you that it was you and then you punched me and I woke up???

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[text]: Hey, are you okay?[text]: I know you said it was Dylan’s birthday this week, and I can’t find you anywhere, Alaska.[text]: Text me back so I know you’re not dead.

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a vague text

[ text ] : i saw you earlier

[ text ] : if you need anything

a long-winded confession text

[ text ]: sometimes i think about sending out that email you know the one about the impeding school hunger games just so i have an excuse to run over to your room and talk to you but thats stupid you know whats better: sending this text so hi do you wanna do lunch

a misguided advice text