#ofroseate

     “okay, i brought an actual stake ‘cause i figured i can trust you not to murder me and also because our other options were a banana or seth’s burner phone and neither of them would mimic it well enough.” richie explained, leading the way towards the mats of the old gym he’d gotten them into. a little conversation with the owner had gotten him the place shut down for a couple of hours so they’d have a safer place to train. he took things seriously, sometimes to a degree that was a little ridiculous, but being free of the confines of their current motel room appealed to him as much as some alone time with kate did. he was in an outfit he usually wasn’t caught in, a pair of grey sweatpants and black t-shirt from the few he rotated through for sleep when it got cold. no shoes, though. his loafers didn’t really go with gym clothes. “so, y’know, let’s see where you’re at.” he decided, taking his glasses off and putting them down on a nearby table before he settled himself at the corner of one mat and then he was throwing the stake in her general direction. “what would you do right now, if you were trying to kill me? come show me.” he motioned for her to with his hand. 

B E L L Y was furious.  she couldn’t believe her mother’s reaction.  how could she believe that it was stupid for belly to get married?  at least, if her mother felt that way, couldn’t she be....happy for belly?  pretend to be?  she didn’t have to tell belly she was making a mistake.  practically forbid her to go through with the engagement.  which is why belly had just gotten in her car and drove down to the fisher’s beach house.  when she walked in she saw some movement outside.  “hello?”  belly called out, dropping her suitcase down to the floor before walking outside.  no one else was supposed to be there right then, and she didn’t know what to expect to she grabbed a cookbook from by the kitchen sink and walked outside to see what was going on.  she was surprised to find conrad out there, her eyes widened as she gasped, “conrad?”  she dropped the book to her side and tilted her head.  “jere didn’t tell me you were here.”

     he merely felt the pressure against his cheek before he turned back to look at her. his face more with the look of pure confusion, more than disgust. though it certainly wouldn’t have seemed that way when his face immediately turned into a frown and he looked away from the cheery blonde. “ gross. ” he huffed out. he certainly hadn’t been expecting that sort of affect. nor was he too keen on it. mostly because he wasn’t used to it plus .. well it was just unexpected for the man who cared so much about timing. he just huffed however, letting nothing else be said about it and moving on. // @ofroseate​

           arriving in town only a few hours before the rehearsal dinner was, truthfully, both a blessing and a curse for frankie. the downside was the absolute fucking earful she was getting from her best friend for not being around sooner to help with things. and for not bringing her boyfriend. the obvious upside was... not having to hear her friend complaining about everything. forty-five minutes after arriving at the dinner, she finally had a moment of peace away from the bride-to-be, taking her seat at the table and taking a deep drink from her glass. it took her a moment to notice the somewhat familiar guy that was seated next to her, eyes narrowing briefly. “do i know you from somewhere?” || @ofroseate

     “hey... i just... i wanted to talk about our relationship? if that’s alright. or friendship. whichever you prefer me calling it.” // @ofroseate

     ‘ EEK ------ would you not sneak up on people like that ? ’

         "that was close...are you alright? you weren't hurt, were you?"

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