#jaquelynpresley

“Ah, shit,” Chloe gasped, sitting up in the bed as she instantly realized that she wasn’t at home. Letting out a relieved sigh as she realized she was in pajamas. Slutty pajamas, but she wasn’t about to fault her younger sister for her taste. “Let me guess... Lily?”

Chloe slowly blinked open and closed, trying desperately to stay awake as her vision finally came into focus. One second she had been driving the float of the parade and the next- as she tried to sit up, she felt something warm and almost wet against the back of her head. Reaching up, she touched her hand in blood. Her eyes finally flying open at the realization that she had hit her head. Turning towards the door of the car she tried to get it open, but the lock was jammed in place and no matter how hard she threw her shoulder against the side of the door, it wouldn’t budge. That was when the smoke started. The gas filling up the front seat, flooding into her lungs as the small blonde banged desperately against the window, screaming for someone, just anyone, to stop and let her out. “Help! Help! Help!” She bounded some more as she fought back the urge to cough. Climbing into the back seat to try to get away from the smoke as she could, banging furiously against the back of the trunk as she screamed some more. “Somebody! Please!” Before she let out another fit of coughs. “Some- somebody,” Her voice broke, with more gas seeping into her lungs with each minute. Her pounding slowing down as she laid down in the back seat. It was all but a light tap as she fought to keep her eyes from falling shut once more. The backseat was spinning around her as she tapped one last time against the windshield. Somebody. Please.

“Hey Coach. So are we doing this or what?” Wes asked, plopping down on the couch, beside her and looking up at her with a raised brow. Not that he ever really paid much attention to their lessons anyhow. He didn’t mean it as an insult, despite how his lack of effort probably came across. He just struggled with it. Being open? Vulnerable? Allowing himself to slip into the work? Falling out of his own head space as he focused way too hard on trying not to do an accent? So, if he was no good anyways, no more than a pretty face, why even try?

@jaquelynpresley

Hey Presley,

You know I was perfectly content in not participating in this overly commercialized holiday, but no. You just had to give me something, didn’t you? So, this is your payback. Who says broken glass can’t be beautiful?

Happy Valentine’s Day,

@jaquelynpresley

Hey Presley,

Just because Elvis was ‘lonesome tonight’ (bad pun), doesn’t mean we have to be. Merry Christmas, Sober Buddy.

@jaquelynpresley

Feliz navidad a mi jefe favorita y a mi amiga <3

@jaquelynpresley

Just know that you’re stuck with me.

Happy Holidays,

@jaquelynpresley

To One of My Favorite People,

The people who pack together, stay together <3

Happy Holidays,