#karaofel

✖: I would give you the greatest hug

You’re pretty

listen

lisT E N

3: What if I told you that you were pretty?

I’d say “Hey girl, why you lyin’ for? Is this a prank? Please leave me alone.” and then go home and tell my mum and ask her for her advice on how to make friends with the pretty girl who called me pretty.

69: Will next Friday be a good one?

hehehehehe.

69.

But! I just checked my diary and I am not working next Friday, thank the Gods, so I might actually go and see my mama. Or go to the cinema. Or lay around naked all day. But yes, next Friday should be good. 

Also, I am gonna get around to your other ask but you asked me to post a pic of myself and I’ve had a acne stress break out so NO PICTURES PLEASE.

xoxox

Ryder was quiet for a moment, looking out into the darkness of the park that he and Marley were sat in. They were on the swings, talking about anything and everything. There’d been a lull in conversation before Marley spoke, bringing up the one thing that they’d mostly avoided mentioning. It’d been about two months since his break up with Kitty, and a few weeks since he’d found about Marley’s involvement with, or at least knowledge of, Madison’s plans. Ryder had been extremely pissed for a while, hence why they’d avoided talking about it ever since they’d started mending their friendship again. Avoided it until now apparently.

Rude

6. My muse finds yours unconscious in an alleyway.

Jake sighed as Marley’s phone went to voicemail once again, wondering where the hell she’d gotten to. The Cheerios had hired out the local bowling alley for a party with the jocks, and while Jake had most definitely passed on attending himself, he’d agreed to swing by at the end of the night to pick Marley up. So here he was, sat in the parking lot half an hour after the time they’d agreed on and there was still no sign of her. He’d texted her and tried calling but she wasn’t responding so he knew this meant he’d actually have to go in and find her in the crowd of superficial cheerleaders and meathead jocks that attended these things. 

So he reluctantly got out of his car and headed for the bowling alley entrance. Once inside, he slipped through the groups of people as he avoided conversation with anyone and just looked for Marley. Except he couldn’t see her anywhere inside either. He eventually spotted one of her friends, making his way over to ask if she’d seen Marley. The answer was a no, and the girl also agreed to check the bathrooms for Jake once he explained that he was here to pick Marley up. However the answer was still a no even after the girl returned from checking all the girls’ bathrooms in the building.

Jake thanked her anyway, starting to worry as he made one last lap of the party in case he’d missed her. But she definitely wasn’t there. He headed back outside, pulling out his phone as he tried to call her once again. Except this time, he swore he could hear the faint sound of her phone ringing as he stood on the sidewalk. He knew it was hers because he’d jokingly customised the ringtone on her phone so it played Sexy and I Know It whenever he rang her, and she’d never changed it back. The sound seemed to be coming from around the corner of the building, from the alleyway between the bowling alley and the Italian restaurant next door. 

Now he was definitely worried, and the worries seemed to be perfectly justified as he turned the corner and saw the outline of Marley’s body sprawled on the floor at the end of the alley. His heart seemed to stop for a second before plummeting to his stomach as he raced over to where she was lying. “Marley! Oh my god. What happened? Are you okay? Marley?!” Jake stuttered, feeling even more sick when he got no response. “Marley, come on... wake up. Marls, it’s me.” Jake whispered, using one hand to shakily dial 911 on his phone while the other hand brushed Marley’s blonde hair out of her face. “Marls, you can’t leave me, okay? I love you. You’re gonna be okay.”  He added, trying to reassure himself more than anything as the 911 operator began to ask him questions. He quickly focused on answering them, wanting an ambulance to get to them as soon as possible so they could tell him Marley was going to be okay, and then maybe the sick feeling in his stomach would go away.

Yea but with better boobs ��

Well, I mean, I answered this like a week too late and I’ve officially been 26 for six whole days.

But if that doesn’t sum up my life, I don’t know what does....