#dxcoded

malik: your brother said you needed a ride home from the airport?

“What do you want me to say? You knew that I fought, I’m not stopping if that’s what you’re expecting..”

the beginnings were always the same ; heat of a party, liquid luck guzzled in wine glasses, a line of instant courage from the marble frame of a sink, and her eyes like an ocean which both drowned him and brought him to life. it always ended the same way ; hot pants, teeth marks, toes curling, fevered moans, her head on his chest and a cigarette at his lips. freddie could still remember the first time, break up tears still fresh in both their minds, a growled promise of “this can never happen again”. 

for four years they’d played the same game. once, she’d even been engaged, until young romeo’s heart grew greedy and dropped the rose to pluck instead a dandelion. the threat of other lovers only seemed to make it stronger, the two of them clinging on like a swan song, never knowing which goodbye would be their last. “i could make you so happy. if you let me. if you weren’t such a coward.” she’d whispered it to him once at a winter’s ball, the two of them masked crusaders, her in a ballgown, him in a tux, lost in the climbing ivy of a maze. the words were on the tip of his tongue, but never left his mouth. even with the added dust of confidence, he couldn’t let down his guard. that was two years ago. he was twenty-seven now, ( irina twenty-five, ) and still they grew lost in their childish games.

hands tangled through her hair, sleep in her eyes as she stirred from sleep, fingers tracing patterns on her chest, and it was with a kiss – the first soft one they’d shared in months – that he finally woke her. “’rina–” freddie began, bodies a tangle of limbs beneath the sheets, his cigarette tapped out against an antique lamp on the cabinet. “fuck me, it’s never going to end, is it? this… us…” despite the amount of times he’d vowed to her that they were not an “us”. hands were tracing the line of her lips, thumb caressing her jaw. “eight years i’ve known you. four since it all crashed and burned. but bollocks, no matter how hard i try, i can’t seem to sweat you out.” 

it was staring him right in the face. he was just too cowardly and self-indulgent to realise, happier to live in blissful ignorance than confront the light of day. “it’s you. it’s always been you. it’s always going to be you. it’s like… we’re two moons, rejecting the pull of our orbits. daft to think we can try and defy the sun.” he was struggling, stumbling, the words feeling more like filler on his lips despite their obvious truth. “i’m stalling – but, you know me. always did love the sound of my own voice.” breath a nervous chuckle, as his nose traced the slope of her own.

MADDIE: look like i know things ended the way they did

MADDIE: but i really fucking miss you

max: i don't know if you're still mad or whatever

max: but i have to vlog today so if you're not going to be fun we probably just shouldn't hang out

andy: :(

andy: i just bought an ice cream cone because i've been craving ice cream for days honestly