#cariiad

“funny how you say you hate me — but you can’t seem to stay away.”

“me? i’m just laying down and thinking of you.” kristian smirked but before he cringed at himself. “i know- it’s bad. hush. why’d you call?”

“what’s the matter? has the CAT got your tongue?” 

“when are you gonna tell me what really happened? — you do know that you can trust me right?”

zeke locked eyes with them and instantly felt the blood drain from his face. it was probably his own fault, being so much of the HOPELESS romantic type, but how could he not? just look at them. “hey—” he says, though tries his best with the occasional wandering eyes on them to seem casual. “you look.. REALLY nice.” 

“ what do you mean you don’t expect anything from me ??? ”  marcus muttered, partly still processing the first part. he was going to be a father.  “ i know the past few weeks haven’t been ideal but ... don’t you think i deserve to have a say in this ? ”  /   @cariiad​   /   based

“believe me, nobody regrets it more than i do.”  / @cariiad​

          “please-- the food’s there for a reason!” he gestures to the snack table just across the room and then back at april. “but, yeah, follow me-- i got a little stash in my office.” he waves for april to follow, a hand falling behind him for her to grab as they navigate through the sea of people, up the stairs, and into his office. it’s a softer sound, the music and commotion muffled from downstairs. “peace and quiet,” he remarks before moving to the mini fridge. “what would you like? we got some house wine, beer, soda-- diet soda-- la croix... uh, non-sparkling spring water...” he trails off.