#compulsivc

––––––––––––HE’S PRACTICALLY SCOFFING at the words, almost like they’ve revealed something that was meant to be kept a secret.          ‘  i’m still the only one who’s been in love with me.  ’         he rolls his eyes as he toss the rest of his drink back, shooting almost a terrible look at them. he doesn’t mean to be so spiteful, but there was recent news that made him believe otherwise.

     georgia can't help but raise an eyebrow. ❝ you can only be but so mean to me, you did have me sit on your face a few nights ago. ❞ she says tossing hair over her shoulder. ❝ and judging by the time, you're not here to talk so you either want me to sit on your face again, you're here to fuck my face.. ––– or, you're here to chew me out 'cause you saw me out with one of your friends the other night. either way, i don't think i'm entirely against it. ❞

“ i hope that it was worth it - y’know, fucking josslyn. ” aurora snarked the minute the other walked through the door, cold glare plastered on her face. holding her hand up before the other could even get a word out, the blonde took a deep breath before continuing. “ i don’t wanna fight. i just never wanna talk again! ”

ROSE: i was so in love with you. i would've given you everything... and yet, you left. was i not good enough for you? what was so wrong with me?

          FOR SOMEONE whose last name was valentine, you would think that tristan would be good at love. ironically, despite sharing a name with the saint of love, people in his family were just not good with relationships. he thought he had gotten the hang of relationships at one point in his life, but then they ended up breaking up rather horribly and he hadn’t seen madison in years. he’d genuinely thought that maybe they would end up together — a surprising thought that was filled with hope. tristan valentine didn’t do hope. but with her, he had hoped, only to be reminded why hoping sucks when they ended up breaking up. he liked to believe that he had moved on from her since it had been years, but there would be the occasional day or week where he would think about her and wonder what she was up to. little did he know that he would soon find out. his childhood best friend was getting married and he had asked tristan to be his best man, which he agreed to. he hadn’t been introduced to the blushing bride-to-be just yet and he was looking forward to meeting her at the engagement party. he was drinking at the bar when his friend approached him and introduced him to a very familiar face. it was then that he realized that fate and the universe hated him because of course, who else would be his friend’s fiancee, other than madison? tristan pretended like this was the first time he met her, being cordial and polite in front of his friend before dropping the pretense once his friend left the two to get acquainted. “are you shitting me right now? you’re marrying my friend?” he hissed quietly. “does he know that we dated?” 

          another party, another awkward moment. at this point, violet was getting used to them. she had decided to once again invite her boyfriend to hang out with her and her friend group. she was happy he got along with pretty much everyone, but the fact that her ex was also there every time made things a bit more complicated. the girl was now in the kitchen, grabbing more snacks for everyone when she heard someone walking in.  “  oh, hey. you didn’t need to get up. i could’ve taken these myself.  ”

rose somehow maneuvers the mountain of textbooks weighing her arms down to knock on his door, clamping her chin down on the tupperware box at the top as the pile wobbles dangerously. breaks into a bright smile as the door opens, immediately pushing her way in. “ okay, i know that you have practice tonight but you also have a test tomorrow and i’m not leaving until you’ve studied at least a little. i made cookies as a way of blackmail. ” she drops the books onto the bed and spins to wrap her arms around his waist. “ hi, i missed you. ”

she had found refuge in a diner, scrolling through different websites in search of a cheap mechanic because judith was sure that by now her father had frozen her credit card. the only money to her name now was the handful of bills she’d managed to grab from her bedroom before hastily departing. that money and a few clothing items and sentimental items. maybe it was out of pity but her waitress had felt compelled to call for a favor for the only mechanic that would do a night run. the blond was immensely grateful because a part of her did not even want to stay in a shanty town that only had a diner open this late at night. it’s not long before her coffee becomes cold does judith see headlights pull into the rather empty parking lot of the diner and the figure of a man she’d expect to be the one to inspect the damage. so she’s quick to stand up, flatten her skirt against the length of her legs before she extends a hand. “i really can’t thank you enough to coming to see my car. i really wouldn’t have bothered so late at night- but i really need to be somewhere and- i just don’t know cars that well.”