#c;archer

[PM] Especially??

[PM] Well, you’ll get to see it in person before too long. Is that official orders then, Sir?

PM: I agree, 100%. Like I said, if it was you, it would be a sounding YES.

PM: As in, I’ve had to remember them a lot, lately... BUT, I haven’t used them. It hasn’t been necessary.

PM: Looking forward to it. It is an official order, yes. From 8 pm this coming Staurday 11th, until Monday 13th, just in time to go to class. 

Quentin han’t been feeling good since last night and whenever he got real sick it always put him in some sort of funk. Not necessarily a bad funk but, one where he really thought about everything and evaluated. I guess you could say it was the only down time he really ever had. He was thinking a lot about the way he treated people when he first got here and how those situations turned out and how he ended up in the situations he was in now. Scrolling through his phone he messaged Archer and waited for a reply. He wanted the other boy to know that he really did mean a lot to him and that he never meant to hurt him but, he really didn’t know how to go about doing that. He wasn’t always good with words and he was even worse at showing his real emotions but, as of late he seemed to be putting his emotions out on the line just to get them ripped apart. When Archer invited him over he jumped at the chance. All he wanted was to put the pain of their past behind him and move on. Knocking on the other boys door with messy hair and ripped jeans he pulled the sleeves of his hoodie down over his hands and waited for an answer.

Quentin: Where are you?????

Archer: At home, with some pizza.. very high.. why?