#bradywee

[fynn]: i’m gettting a sattoo!!!!! [fynn]: whos nasme should si get ni the hdeat?? 

So, I forgot what I was originally calling for, so I guess I’ll just tell you about how I just saw Fifty Shades of Grey with a bunch of old ladies, and let me tell you they’re all so dirty. I mean, who knew that the biggest pervs were a bunch of sixty year old, nice old ladies? I mean, this is the best news I’ve ever gotten, I thought I would share it with you since I lost my original train of thought. Alrighty, talk to you later. 

"Yes, we do! It’ll be fun though, I promise. Eli & I already have a plan to mess with yo- I mean our dad." 

Olivia: I had to sit with your parents at your funeral today. They wouldn’t let me sit with everyone else in the back and it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. I was supposed to go up and say something too but I couldn’t do it. I tried but as soon as I stood up and got close to the casket, I had to turn around and sit back down. I’m not good at words, that’s your job. I miss you. I don’t know who to talk to when I have mental breakdowns anymore, Brady. My first instinct is to call you and every time I do, I just get to your stupid voicemail and it doesn’t make me feel any better. Your voicemail is so stupid too. What were you thinking when you made it? I bet you were high. Being high isn’t good, Brady, god. See, now you’re supposed to be laughing and so am I, but laughing is not the same as crying and that’s what I’m doing instead. I miss you. I miss having my best friend around. You’ve been my best friend since we were little, you’re the only person I actually like in our family of idiots and I can’t stand being around any of them anymore. I mean, I couldn’t stand being around them before but now it’s even worse. They are always mentioning you and I just want to punch them in the face because I don’t want to think about you not being here. I don’t want to believe it. I don’t want to believe that you’re never going to call me Olive again or call me when you’re upset. I miss you. Did I already say that? I feel like I did but I’m gonna say it again and again and again because I don’t know what else to say. I miss you and I’m lost without you. I would much rather be up there with you right now but I think your mom would kill me twice if I did. But I would rather be with you than without you except I like food a little bit too much to do that in all honesty. I love you, Brady. And I miss you more than you know. I’ll see you again though, that’s a promise. And you know I don’t break promises. Bye, Brady.

Eleanor: Uh, hey. How do I even begin this? Um, I miss you. I really do. I've missed you for a long time. I know it's been a long time because I've gotten drunk only twice. And both of those times, I wasn't able to forget about you. You've made a place for yourself in my heart and my mind and now, in heaven. And I miss you. And I'm sorry we couldn't be friends the way we used to be before I went ahead and messed it up with three stupid words. I've always had a habit of defending tragedies, because as humans, we do everything in the pursuit of happiness and we're convinced that if there was not such thing as tragedy we'd be happy; therefore, we rid ourselves of every piece of evidence that tragedy even existed. I digress. I miss you. And I really wish you were still here. You don't even need to be next to me, or even in the same building. Just knowing that I live on the same earth as you makes my heart race and my palms sweat and now it feels like all of my organs can't function correctly. I'll be honest: you're the only man I ever loved. Romantically, at least. As a young girl I had always believed that I would one day live in a big home with a nice husband and three kids. But here I am, single, with a degree, and living in the same apartment with crappy windows. And there you are, not here. I still have some kind of hope for the future, I think. I probably should, right? Um, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. For what, I don't know. But I feel like I need to apologize to you a million times and then maybe a billion more. Um, I love you. And I have so much to say to you. But now that I'm half-speaking to you, I can't fathom any words. So, bye. I love you.

Olivia: A REAL LAMP HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

The newly wed just shook their heads in disappointment and embarrassment. They returned to cutting the cake and everybody had a piece except for Brady and Bristol since they were busy making complete fools of their drunken selves on the dance floor. Mr. Wick had enough and told the twins to escort them out and bring them back to the condos.

Brady: Not even officially step siblings yet and you’re already making threats. I can already feel the siblings love, Bris.