#fvkeleanor

✿  five times my muse almost texted yours, and the one time they did.

it was a lazy afternoon. ferris sat at one end of his lumpy, stained couch, eyes on his phone & pretending to scroll through whatever app he had downloaded, but his ears were picking up a few words here n’ there from aiakos & rose’s conversation on the other end of the couch. rose looked far too comfortable, her legs tucked under her and chest — or lack of, he grimaced — perked as she straightened her back. her small frame looking disgusting and foreign next to aiakos’s. his thumb hovered over the iMessage app for a second, the idea of eleanor being upset over this pulled a smile out of his lips. her anger was a source of entertainment to him, it always has been. especially over aiakos. he thought better of it, though, locking his phone instead and staring deadly at her, aiming to disturb her bubbly nature. he didn’t want to get his best friend in trouble now that things are slowly working out between them. plus, who the fuck would be attracted to that little gremlin enough to slip & make a mistake as huge as betraying the hell that is eleanor caldwell? 

almost did it once as when he just got back from a night out with his friends from class. he didn’t like them that much, those british fucks. but drinks were enough for him to stomach them for a few hours. he was about to text eleanor, but 1) he forgot what he was going to say, and 2) he was exhausted, and instead he crashed into his bed.

one hour ago, announcing his arrival from his car. he was taking her out for drinks which mostly consist of eleanor being annoyed by something she had to deal with today, and ferris drinking and irritating her more.

ferris has talked to aiakos earlier, and he didn’t seem like himself. he suspected it was the needle’s doing, but didn’t want to push it. for some reason, he thought of eleanor but then brushed that thought away. he wouldn’t want to worry her more & got up and went to see his friend alone.