[text]: how big was brandon? askign for a friend

{text:} i’ve been calling you for the past 20 minutes{text:} why aren’t you picking up?{text:} i even called mother to ask if you were with her, ew{text:} call me back, God damn it

[TEXT]: do you ever not look like sunshine and a goddess? i need to know for science[TEXT]: also thank u very much for helping me find my phone the other day??? that was literally too kind of you[TEXT]: yet again you have surpassed all my high expectations of you with flying colours, and still stolen my heart.

[TEXT]: he misses you, you know

“Why don’t you ever let me be the superhero?” Blake whined, as he followed Lia into a dark, slick underground passage. A potent odor attacked his senses, forcing his face into an unattractive cringe. “Did you have to take us through the gloomiest, nastiest tunnel in the city? Were there really no better paths, or did you just want to feel like something out of a comic book? We’re not exactly Batman and Robin. I’m pretty sure DC never published anything about  “Pancake Boy”.” Blake chuckled, still amused by his choice superhero alias. “What is this place?” The boy asked, as he brought his hand to the wall inches from his face, mumbling a series of swears as he did so. He had touched something fuzzy. “Damn it Lia, you know I don’t do well with scary secret tunnels.” Blake pouted, as he remained two steps behind the girl, too afraid to let the distance between them grow. Remembering he had a flashlight in the pocket of his cape, Blake fished it out and beamed it towards the trail, disgusted by the view he was met with. Something caught his attention above him, so he quickly flashed his flashlight in that direction, only to drop it immediately, a screech escaping his lips before he could stop it. An infinite amount of bats hung above their heads, beginning to stretch their wings after a morning spent asleep. “Or wildlife, Lia. For fuck’s sake, it’s like you don’t know me at all.”  He cried, as he put his arms on her shoulders, willing her to run forwards before the bats began to fly around and he died of fright. “You owe me superhero privileges on our next mission for this stunt, missy.” 

“So as you know, lately I’ve been really getting into knitting. Yeah yeah, queue the granny jokes. Is it a crime to be soothed by something besides Netflix or making bracelets or whatever the kids do nowadays? Anyways, I decided to make you a little something for no reason in particular. Guess it’s a keep doing a good job at whatever you’re kind of thing. And, voila!” Blake exclaimed with glee, lifting his hands off the blonde. Silence filled the room as she observed the monstrosity laid out on the coffee table before her, and the beaming Blake beside it. “It’s great, isn’t it? I was thinking the combination of pink with brown and chartreuse would really make your eyes sparkle. Let’s see if I was right! Come on, put it on, let’s see how good it looks on you.” Blake urged, handing Grace his gift. “That’s it! There you go.” He giggled, too proud of his creation to see it’s hideousness. “Wow. Grace, you have never looked more stunning. Maybe I should stop this whole writing bit and get into fashion. What do you think?” He asked, leading to the girl to the nearest mirror. “Don’t forget to tell people your awesome friend Blake made it when you wear it around. Which you will, of course. Right?” 

No one cares, Grace.