#istarter

He’s slow to wake up, trying to let the headache fade as much as possible before he bothers to get off her couch. When he finally decides to get up, it’s with a groan. The hangover will pass, but that doesn’t mean he’s gotta like it. He never does, but it doesn’t stop him from repeating his mistakes. “Oh, gods. Next time I say ‘just one more shot’, I’m gonna need ya ta stop me after like the third time I say it.” He’s not sure how many times he said it last night, but it was at least one too many.

“If they night don’t end in a, runnin’ from the cops or b, a jail break, then we’ve gone somethin’ terribly wrong an’ we’re gonna have’ta do it all again tomorrow night.”

“I feel like you’re always rescuing me…also like there’s a giant elephant on my head." The poor girl had been knocked down just outside her favorite coffee shop by a customer in too much of a hurry to pay any mind to the girl he knocked down. Her head was throbbing and when she came to on the sidewalk, she’d noted the same barista who’d given her an extra dollar so she could get coffee the other day. Her vision was a little fuzzy, but she noted the kind eyes and worried glance.

“I could get used ta wakin’ up like this.”

“WAIT- you don’t like donuts? I-I’m so sorry, who hurt you?” Ivee asked, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. “I feel like our whole friendship has been a lie,” She added dramatically before cramming half a sprinkled donut into her mouth and picking up her gel pen once more. Their study sessions were always supplied with enough coffee to keep them awake for two weeks, snacks, and tons of sticky notes.

“Can I borrow some pants?”