#arnieriley

@arnieriley || continued from (x)

" I did it because I had to, not because I ever wanted to. "

john jacob jingleheimer schmidt would ask arnie not to call him that, but he would highkey find it the most hilarious thing in the entire universe, and would then introduce himself as such to strangers and declare that in fact: he should be called 'triple j'.

"Ugh--oh, sorry," he mumbles, voice muffled by the pillow. He peeks out from underneath the pillow, the sun still making his head hurt. "What the hell did you give me last night, huh?" It's half-joking, half chiding. It's not often that he feels like shit upon waking. "I feel like I'm going to puke, dude."

                she  pouts,  deep  and  heavy,  eyes  blinking  practically  in  slow  motion,  but  she  can’t  tell  if  that’s  her  or  the  drugs.    (  bat  your  eyes,  allie.  you’re  supposed  to  bat  your  eyes  not-  )    “  but  i  don’t  wanna’  go  back  yet,  arnie.  kurt  doesn’t  even  do  cabin  checks  anymore  ‘cause  he’s  …  ‘cause  he’s,  like  …  scared  of  the  dark,  or  something  …  ”

           eyebrow raises, always eager to do whatever pleases arnie. teasingly talking back was just a habit, leftover attitude from points in the day where he wasn't such a whimpering mess. “I'm always hot.” spoken with the self importance of a typical sunnyvaler, cocky as if arnie couldn't make him completely melt in a heartbeat if he wanted to.