#interstiles

“You think you know me, as others think they know you.”

“Oh come on, you know that’s not fair. I’ve never judged you, not once. I don’t pretend that I know everything about you. But I do know you. And I know there’s more to you than what you show everyone else. You’re not that much of a mystery, Elliott.”

“Please don’t look in this drawer. Please.”

“It’s just undies, how embarrassing can it… oh. My god. Are these dinosaur boxers? Holy crap, they are. And what’s this… a speedo? You’ve got to try it on for me, I won’t believe that you actually own it until I see you in it. And take pictures of course, for blackmail purposes.”

“You think I’m kidding. But I’ve never been more serious about anything in my entire life.”

“Wait, you… you’re not joking? You’re serious, you– wow, you’re serious. Oh my god, Elliott! I love you, too. I– Jesus. I love you too. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. And you love me. Who would’ve ever thought, huh?”

[text] She said that to you? Why?

[text] Oh god, babe, please don’t take it personally.[text] My mom’s just crazy, trust me. [text] And don’t worry, I told her exactly where she can shove her “few concerns” about the company I’m keeping.

[text] Can you ignore that last text? It wasn’t meant for you. I’m sorry.

[text] What text? I didn’t get anything, you probably sent it to someone else.[text] Why the apology though?[text] Was it a saucy text for someone else? ‘Cause if you’re cheating on me Elliott, I swear to god I’ll kill you and your entire family. I’ll kill you.[text] Kidding.[text] Probably.

[text] She lost it. She completely lost it.