#byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Alex Morgan on Fox Sports

❝ you know what, ❞  she narrows her eyes, toying with the hem of the shirt she’s wearing --- his shirt.  ❝ maybe i will. ❞  she usually packs a back to keep stashed in her car for nights like this. for full moon nights. because between the hours she spends sitting near tyler on the dingy cellar floor and the preparations it takes with wolfsbane and securing chains, she gets a little dingy. but then dawn breaks, and tyler goes off to lick his wounds in private, and she usually changes and goes over to harrison’s. only this time, with everything going on, she forgets the bag. so she’s stuck with a pair of his boxers and an old t-shirt to continue their post-full moon tradition of her fussing over him while they watch whatever shitty thing he wants to watch on tv. caroline flops onto the bed next to him, looking down at her new outfit with a considering look.  ❝ i’ll call it...future-fratboy-chic. very classy. ❞