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KEZRAH: hey you KEZRAH: i miss you KEZRAH: i haven’t left the bed all day, what are you doing tonight?

I WANT TO SEE IT BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE BOTHERED BY MY COUSINS ASKING ME TO TAKE THEM TO THE BATHROOM EVERY TEN MINUTES SKJGDD

HI OMG YES I AM!!!!

landon’s a bit put off when maite shows up at his door completely drenched in rain from head to toe, which isn’t that difficult considering how small she is. and because she’s maite vasquez, she had no problem pushing landon out of her way as he chuckled and making a home out of his apartment, rushing right toward one of his bathrooms to freshen up. the thing is, landon has no idea why maite was there in the first place, aside from the fact she needed to dry off, because the two hadn’t talked in the last three days and he knows that they hadn’t talked about her dropping by. was she in the neighborhood? was she planning on dropping by unexpectedly? these were questions he wanted answers to, but he wasn’t going to waste his breath on it. “are you done in there yet?” landon asks impatiently, figuring she was in the bathroom attached to his bedroom so he makes his way in there, stopping immediately in the doorway when he catches maite’s reflection in the mirror. he’s not sure if it was alright for him to walk in, despite her having the door wide open and in the bathroom rather than his actual bedroom, however, she also didn’t respond back to him so he’s a bit stuck. and by stuck, he couldn’t stop staring at maite wearing his shirt. he’s positive that’s his shirt -- his favorite shirt to be exact. he’s also pretty positive that’s all she’s wearing, can see her shirt and jeans tossed carelessly over his bed. she doesn’t notice him yet, too focused on getting her hair dry, and that buys landon some time to really look at her. he doesn’t understand what the fuck she has over him. he went through the majority of his life so far completely alone and now -- now he’s just fucked. he wants her around all the time and now he wants to see her in more than just his favorite shirt. he wants this to be a regular thing. wants her coming home after a long day and making home of his apartment, walking around like she owns the plans and slipping into his shirts that were way too big for her. he’s practically frozen when she turns around and catches him staring, his eyes wide as they meet up with her. “i can’t believe you took my shirt without asking. you’re lucky i don’t get you out.”

[voicemail] i’m a shit because i should be waiting to say this all to your face and instead i’m doing the opposite. in my defense though, i was calling at least, but i can’t say that i’m upset i reached your voicemail instead. and, yeah, i know i’m flying out to see you in literally two days, but fuck it, giovani. i just want to get this off my chest as soon as possible. honestly, just fuck it. let’s be real here too, i’d probably never be able to say this to your face in the first place. you fucking terrify me, giovani, in the best possible way. it sounds like a lot of bullshit, i know, but i’m getting to the point eventually. i haven’t seen you in practically a month and i hate it. facetiming once in thirty days and spotty phone calls and texts don’t do any justice of me missing you less. i like – i love when you’re here with me. i know you’re busy. i’m proud of you. i’m so proud of you, giovani. but for this voicemail, i have to be selfish and tell you that i miss you. i’ve never had anyone that made me feel safe – that didn’t make me feel that i had to keep this ugly guard up every time they’re around. you don’t take my shit, but you still stay around. i appreciate that more than i prove that i do. what you do for me and what you say to me never goes unnoticed. i remember it all and it makes me trust you more, love who you are even more. yeah, so, i love you. that’s the big bomp dropping here – i love you. it took missing your presence like crazy to finally come to terms with it, but i don’t care if you know or anyone else knows anymore. just stating facts at this point. i’ll see you soon, babes.

[text] i don’t have enough guts to tell you this in person, but i feel like i’m going to burst if i don’t get this off my chest. i love you, dylan. i’m in love with you and i have been for a while. and i know it’s not a mutual thing. you’ve got yourself a girlfriend and we’re really good friends. nothing needs to change. i just thought you should know i am in fact in love with you, i wish things could be different, but i’ve been blessed by allah having you in my life the way that i do. i wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. just know that, alright?

Edie’s back. Slightly worse for wear, more than a little bit jetlagged but she’s back on familiar soil and this is the first stop she’s making. The emotional toll that everything has taken on her isn’t necessarily plain to see but she knows Jay will notice. Even underneath the carefully applied makeup and the overly cautious way in which she’s carrying herself. Right now, standing at his door she’s more than slightly anxious. The door opens and she’s momentarily unable to speak. When her mental fog clears she shifts her weight nervously and attempts to break the silence. “I...hi. Hi is a good place to start. Hi...and I’m back. Literally just got back...and I just, I don’t know, I just wanted to see you. Also, merry Christmas. Well merry belated Christmas, if that’s something people still say, my bags got missing in transit but the airline assures me that they’re well on their way...and when they do eventually get here, so will your present...but the main point here is...hi and I’m going to stop talking now.”