#bcmymistake

MORGAN: hey princess  MORGAN: i can’t say i miss you  MORGAN: i miss the neck though

there are a lot of things tweety could say to the artist who was supposed to be painting her portrait-- hello.. how are you....? would be a good start.  what’s your name, man who i left sleeping on a pool bed as i hobbled out of a versace after party still leaking your cum-- might be an even better one, with the circumstances being what they were. instead--she drops her tea cup and spills the milky liquid all over her father’s persian rug. “bugger.” his eyes were greener than she remembered-- piercing in a way that made her feel naked. “sorry-- father. i’ll-- see to the clean up-- um--i can talk the portrait over with him-- no problem.” her father-- is too busy to feel the obvious tension in the room-- he simply nods--and stalks out of the room, his ear pressed to another phone call. the maid cleans the carpet in seconds and takes the offending china away in a flurry of activity that gives tweety a chance to compose herself. once their alone-- a silence blankets the room-- for a few precious seconds. “uh--double bugger. you... i don’t even think i got your name. which is strange-- because i’ve never really had a man make me cum when we’ve had sex--and i’ve definitely never let a man cum in me--that seems like the kind of thing where you should know...the other persons name--right? i-- oh-- would you like some tea-- it’s oolong? sit-- please.” she laughs breathlessly. “if we’re going to be uncomfortable--there might as well be tea.”

                 wren never would have thought that he would enjoy this little get-together, but he was amused with this drunken friend, as he and miles were escorting him out of the karaoke bar. it was the most fun he has had in a long time that didn’t consider isolating himself from having a social life, or reading books out of habit and leisure. just as he was hailing for a taxi to get him home, he was met with an interesting revelation of the musician developing a crush on him. of course, it wasn’t really easy to believe somebody intoxicated with alcohol that was bound to slur a lot of nonsense, but he was still insistent to get answers from the person himself. after all, he was conveniently just inches away from that person, and when they were reassured that their friend was all settled, he bid his farewell and watched the vehicle fade into the horizons. a few seconds of silence passed until he turned to face him, smiling softly at the blonde. “ is it true ? “ he asked close to a whisper, not wanting to startle or overwhelm him with the question. “ do you . . . really like me ? “ @bcmymistake

DAISY: just wondering on a scale of 1 to 10 DAISY: how good is your good time

“I actually came with someone--” Gwen began, NOT that Nick was asking. They’d been over for a few weeks now, and while she thought it was going to be hard going all COLD TURKEY on Nicholas Barker, she’d survived-- with not quite as many tears, but STILL. She cleared her throat slightly, shifting on her feet as she looked over to the direction of Peter who’d gone off to get them drinks before her eyes turned back towards Nick’s, ignoring the way her heart CLENCHED a little. “Where’s uh, Amanda, was it?” He didn’t really introduce the girl he was with, and maybe she’d been keeping an eye on him-- but if he could MOVE ON, then so could she.

remi  giggles  softly  ,  nose  scrunching  as  he  starts  to  unpack  the  last  box  .  he  hums  gently  ,  before  he  glances  toward  the  other  .  “  there  you  are  .  slacker  ,  ”  he  teases  ,  before  he  steps  over  the  things  on  the  floor  to  press  a  kiss  to  their  cheek  .  “  where  did  you  disappear  to  ?  ”

⚜ ——  “ gabby... gabs. your door was unlocked. you shouldn’t.... do that, ” he calls out as he half stumbles into her apartment, one hand carrying a plastic bag with ice cream like she requested, and the other hand wrapped with his t-shirt. the uber driver probably thought he was insane. which is fine. he’s used to giving good tips in these sorts of scenarios. but he’s more focused on finding gabby than thinking about his uber driver’s opinion of him.  “ i’m half convinced you only ever ask me for mint chocolate chip ‘cause you know i don’t like it, ” he grumbles as he wanders into the kitchen, waiting for her to appear.

         TABBY [ voicemail sent 11.04pm ] hey uh, its me obviously. can you like ring me back or something ? i’m just... i guess i’m like worried i don’t know. is everything alright ? did someone say something ? did i do something wrong ? please just call me back when you get this okay i’m worried... i love you.