#epiphxny

MELODY: whats your new girl like?

          she absolutely LOATHED frequenting the castled walls of her father’s home. especially with the entitled brats running amok and treating the servers all too horribly. where was the GRACE and MANNERS she was taught growing up ? DISAPPOINTED, she walked over to the group of servers, aiding them in cleaning up the mess that was made. ‘ you’re a new employee, no ? my deepest apologies for the adolescents. is there anything i can help out with ?  before you protest, don’t. ’

it was almost like a routine to her--- coming to a party with her friends and sneaking away from them to get coked up. most of her friends would think nothing of it, and after the high would ware off she would return to her friends and claimed that she had just went outside to get a breath of fresh air. of course, she knew that wouldn’t be the case today, since she had brought her boyfriend along with her. she had told herself that she would just not do it this time, but just like every other time, her addiction got the best of her. now she sat on top of the bathroom sink, looking at herself in the mirror and singing some song that most likely sounded like gibberish to anyone else who would hear her. the thought of noah running in on her lingered in the back of her mind, but the drug in her system wouldn’t let her think too much of it.

BEING A CHILD to a single parent meant that her father left fleur home alone a lot, something she didn’t mind most of the time, but lately she just hated being on her own. she liked being in someones presence or having company, something which her current ‘obsession’, tyler, helped her out with. after already texting ahead to warn the male that she’d be coming, fleur jumped into her car & drove to his house, wasting no time in hopping out and rushing towards his door, proceeding to knock twice before wrapping her arms around her body. ❝ hurry up, tyler !! i’m going to freeze to death before you even get to the door. ❞

MILY: this . thing . will not leave me alone MILY: i hate people touching me what the fuck MILY: how do i handle this

“why can’t you stay still.” she’ll giggle, eyes moving between riley and the notebook settled on her lap. “you’re gonna look like some disoriented figure thing and it’s not going to be my fault.” but there was never any seriousness in between the tone of her words as she drags pencil against paper. teeth digging into her bottom lip in concentration. 

gf please