#alexcromwell

Just as he got the text back, he started to head towards the library. Dylan had been adamant about him wearing something so it didn’t really matter to him what it was. If he had to wear the necklace Alex made for him before, he didn’t mind. It wasn’t like he hated her. When he stepped into the library from the annoyingly cold weather, he looked around to find her. Of course he could spot that head of hair from a mile away. With a large sigh leaving his mouth, he walked over to the table she was sitting at and sat across from her. “Hey,” he said as he leaned his arms on the table and let his fingers lace together.

Alistair: i gotta drop something off for you, are you in your room?

Alistair: i feel like that might need to change

Alistair: Σ'αγαπώ.

Alistair: on a scale of one to me, how pissed do you get?

Alistair: What am I supposed to do with the teddy bear?

Alistair: A noise complaint? Seriously? Who the fuck was the weasel that tattled like a five year old?