#comeundcne

closed starter for @comeundcne !

𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧: ale, are you okay?

Noelle: Okay, how much more of my shit am I gonna realize is missing until you finally fess up that you stole most of it? // @comeundcne

the whir of the engine and the lights off on the aircraft made scar's attempt at sneaking out of her seat a lot easier than she thought it would be. with so much much leg it was a little difficult to not trip over herself as she tried to pull the blanket out from under her bag but she ended up wrapping it around her shoulders as she glanced towards the front of the plane where she had seen finley sit down. most people were sleeping, or not paying attention, which was a benefit for the both of them. her team would be pissed if she was spending the time she should be sleeping with the goalie. but there she went, settling in beside her and grinning a little. "have you been touching yourself the entire time we were talking, pervert?" she teased as she pulled the blanket off of her shoulders and settled into the seat. to be fair, she didn't see much with how dark it had gotten but she'd take any opportunity to call fin a pervert even if she was being perfectly normal.

".....yeah, so. fuck." swallowing thickly, jack came back into the house and set their bags down. they weren't an extremely confrontational person, but they also hated wasting money. "there's no other places available today and i really can't go home. is there any way we can stay here together?"

"You call it a waste, I call it evidence," she countered with a shrug, though her eyes lingered a second too long on the rising steam. She knew exactly how it tasted — two sugars, a splash of cream, and that specific brand he used to buy because he knew she liked the roast. "Don't call me that," she snapped quietly, rolling her eyes. The nickname was a relic of a life they'd signed away in a lawyer's office months ago. Noelle stood up and took a step toward the door, then paused, her gaze landing on his cluttered desk. Nestled right next to his laptop was a thin plastic case she recognized instantly. "Is that my Fleetwood Mac CD?" She asked, pointing toward the CD. "I've been looking for that since the move. You literally stole it."

"He isn't the problem, and you know it," Ravina was quick to say. She finally looked back at the other, her eyes searching Leticia's face with a desperate sort of intensity. "The problem is that he's safe. He's the person I'm supposed to want. And you..." She took a single step forward, the distance between them suddenly feeling too big for her liking. "You're the one who makes me feel like I'm constantly standing on the edge of a cliff. I shouldn't be thinking about what you'd do if I fell."