Give Love A Chance || @annirps 

Mason & Lily -- 

[text] Where are you?

Elliot & Libby -- 

[text] So good news and bad news.

[text] Good news, you have the best ass in town. 

[text] Bad news, Missy's husband saw. 

[text] I think you have a new admirer. 

Ace & Clover -- 

[text] I miss you too. 

Lu & Ivy -- 

[text] My dick misses you. 

With all their lovers quarrels, June had to laugh, a bitter sound, not like his usual hearty sound, but with all joy drained, and hatred remaining. What he hated most was that she had predicted this. She had predicted that things would go poorly, from the very moment they met, yet he was right as well. He had predicted she’d fall in love with him, swore up and down she would, and when he turned -- to tell her to go fuck herself, at that, he saw it in her eyes. He had been right, just as she had.

“Oh, so he’s my child when he passes out in the yard,” Elliot argued, moving towards the other side, grunting as he lifted him up. “You’ve got to stop feeding him Missy’s cooking under the table,” he went on as they carried the large dog inside towards the house. 

“On the couch,” he gestured, swinging the sleeping dog forward. He seemed twice as big now from when they originally adopted him, and twice as heavy as well. He sighed as he looked down at their beloved pet, a frown, much different than his usual frowns, forming onto his face. “I think there’s something wrong with him. Hannibal doesn’t usually do this,” he went on. “I’m going to get the number for the vet,” turning away, yet barely had a chance before Missy’s head popped into their door. 

“Yoohoo! Did I hear something about a child?” 

Elliot sighed, turning abruptly back towards Libby, holding out a fist as their game of rock paper scissors began, Elliot sighing at the inevitable loss. Grabbing the phone, he tossed it to Libby. “Vet,” he told her, watching her turn away, his own feet moving towards the foyer. 

“It’s like… once you’ve been hurt, you’re so scared to get attached, again.”

Mason exhaled a breathe of smoke, licking his lips. “I’m not going to say sorry anymore. Not because I’m not sorry we hurt you, because I am,” he told her, dropping the cigarette from his lips, snuffing out the object. “You’re scared to get attached, but I’ve never stopped,” he told her, his hands shoved into his pockets. “Even when I was with her,” he went on. “I’ve always been yours and I’m not going to stop trying.”

“You and I were probably never meant to be, but I loved every second with you.” 

Mason shook his head. “Don’t say that,” he told her, brows furrowed as he stared down at the carving of their names. “Don’t say that like we’re all done. You and me, we were always meant to be,” he stated, forcing his gaze up to meet hers. “You don’t mean it. You can’t,” he went on, though the look in her eyes were tired and sad, a combination he wished he weren’t the cause of. “Lily, I love you,” he told her, though wondered if that were enough anymore.

“You knew I wasn’t perfect, but I tried to be for you.”

“I found your letter,” Neil told her, watching as her brows furrowed in confusion as she turned her back to face him. He couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. Neil lifted the worn out piece of paper, one folded and refolded a hundred times over, with creases in every corner. “Where did you get that?” Erin questioned, sitting up straight in bed now, holding the sheet to her chest, and snatching the piece of paper from his hands. “That’s private. I was never going to send that,” she went on, turning her head away. “You should have,” he told her. “I’ve met someone - I hope that one day I will stop missing you - you left me,” he quoted, watching as she stood up from bed. 

“I’m going home,” Erin answered hastily, fishing for her pants. “You should have told me,” Neil continued regardless. “I would have came sooner. I would have stopped and came back home. I would have tried to--”