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ft. @bedfordwrites

Maybe it wasn’t fair of her to string him along, when he was so clearly interested in more than just being casual; but if she was honest, he made her feel good about herself, and she was more than a little selfish. She had been lying on his bed for the better half of an hour, wearing nothing more than her underwear and a hoodie she’d borrowed off him. As she played with the Snapchat filters on her phone, she leaned over and looked up at him. “So are you gonna kick me out soon, or should we order in?” she asked. “Cause I’m not in the mood to wear pants yet.”

parties had never been lola’s cup of tea. as much as she’d tried over the years, they never stopped feeling more like work than work had. her feet had trailed behind her younger sister’s into whatever house she’d been dragged to, the differences between them merging into one after so many weeks of the same routine. the questionable red wine that filled the glass in her fingers tasted the same as it always did, the tang of forced social interaction following every sip. the blonde knew that if she was sitting at home, on the couch she knew like an old friend the wine would taste like sweetest thing possible, her eyes rolling as she shook the thoughts of home from her mind.

although parties may never have been her thing, the people that filled them alway seemed to flock to her. she’d never questioned if it was her easy nature, nodding along with whatever the person in front of her said, or the fact that she was so small she was always the least intimidating person in a room — but she never struggled to make friends wherever bailey dragged her. conversation flowed past lola’s lips like the words had already been scripted for her all night, eyes always meeting the person opposite her with the most emotion she could muster.

it wasn’t until she was faced with someone that she vaguely recognised from her and bailey’s shared kitchen that she let her eyes stray. everything between her and elliot always felt forced, knowing each other under the strangest circumstances that the blonde could think of. she loved her sister beyond anything, but she never understood how the younger woman could trail person after person through their shared apartment door. taking in the people around them, lola found herself caught on a man that stood above the crowd, his height seeming to drag the attention of half of the room to his frizzy hair.

the second lola had hit send on her text, she locked her phone screen, throwing the device across her bed and all but screaming into her pillow. she had almost no idea how in the last month she'd grown so attached to noah, no idea how he'd gone from being someone of a silly little app to the person that kept her awake until four in the morning because she couldn't bare to waste a minute of time when she could be speaking to him. but without her noticing he'd become the person, her person — even if they weren't really saying that. the blonde had spent hours that morning with her sister, talking over every part of what they were doing, analysing texts until she thought her brain was going to explode with a need to tell him everything that she was trying to push to the side.

she had almost no idea how long it was between her text being sent and her phone finally buzzing, her eyes staring at the screen from across the bed for a second before she dared to pick it up. at the end of the day, lola knew that he was just a boy. just a boy that she didn't really know, and no matter what his text said, she was sure that none of it would really matter in the grand scheme of things. her mind played the words over for a moment before she finally gave in and picked her phone back up, a wave of relief flooding her system as she read over noah's words.

historically, there weren’t a lot of things that made elliot feel actually stupid. after so many years of making his own choices no matter the consequences, he didn’t have it in him anymore. but even he knew he’d fucked up this time. his long fingers extended to accept another glass of wine from his mother, knowing that there was no way he’d survive the family dinner without it.

when he’d first walked through the door to his family home, he’d barely understood the scene playing out in front of him. for a second he was sure that it was a late side affect from all the drugs he’d done in his early twenties, something coming back to haunt him years after the fact. but then it had settled it. she was here. she’d been the first woman he’d ever thought he’d love. a short affair that had been hidden behind hotel room doors for a weekend. but it had been the kind of weekend that stuck under his skin for years after, the lack of her number in his phone always making his head shake with regret when he pressed his lips against someone who didn’t make him feel half of what she had.

♀ [TEXT TO FINN]: please tell me the gunshots i heard were not from you guys. why the fuck are you not picking up your phone? finn please if you read this call me back i’m freaking out. you left without a kiss goodbye. that’s bad luck. please don’t leave me here on my own. i need you to come back okay please come back i can’t breathe without you. i love you finn please call me come back, please come back

✆ [TEXT TO FINN]: a very good morning to you grumpy but very handsome man of mine. i tried to wake you earlier but you refused so don’t start to scream i’m not on another morning adventure i promise i’m just in the kitchen making french toast and i decided that i am wifey material (i’m wearing an apron) you know what beyonce said right? if you like it then you should put a ring on it. btw better be quick your mates are preparing an attack on your plate.