#petalspicked

“i had to do it. no one gets to make you sad and get away with it.”

in the elevator at the hotel on the way to the room, evie sighed. she didn’t know what to do, standing there with her ex -- because of course this was how her life was turning out on what was supposed to be a break from work and everything else in her life. “this will be fine, right?” she said, once the elevator stopped and she glanced down at the room key, trying to find her way toward the room they would be sharing for the next week. she couldn’t even look back while she continued to find their room and speak, “i know we talked before we came here but...we can be on this trip together still, right?” evie came to a stop outside of their room, turning her head to look back waiting to hear a hopefully affirmative response. please, she hoped, she didn’t need any added stress on this trip.

it was just painful to watch, and archer wasn’t one to just sit by and watch it happen. so he wandered over and interrupted the conversation. when he was certain the unwanted person had walked away he pulled back to look at her, “sorry. i could tell from where i was standing that guy was annoying as fuck.”

honestly, it had slipped out on that carpet just then. in front of the reporters. it wasn’t even something she’d planned on saying. and now, inside and away from everyone, her face was practically flushed. she couldn’t even look their way, “can you...say something.” adelaide spoke quietly. “i just need to know what you’re thinking.” 

“ i know i’m gonna regret this in the morning , but i probably won’t remember doing it anyway , so . . . i can’t stop thinking about kissing you . ” || @petalspicked​ based.

“ okay . . . so what’s up ? i know you didn’t have me rush over here to talk about your mom . “ || @petalspicked​ ½ based. 

for a moment dawson worried he’d put his foot in his mouth, but it seemed like maybe their interactions weren’t going as immediately downhill as he caught her smile. “you enjoy messing with me way too much.” he pointed out, reaching for the nearest bottle of liquor. “i think you have to do a shot with me, to say sorry.” it was more or less just a ploy to keep her close, especially since she wasn’t rolling her eyes at him every five seconds for the time being. sharing one rink between the hockey team and the figure skaters was still an absolute recipe for disaster, but the more her friends warmed up to his, the more it became necessary for them to try and get along. 

xander slowly shut the dishwasher, and crouched down to turn it on properly. most of his colleagues already left, and he always ended up staying behind a little longer to make sure everything was clean, and neat. he got back up on his feet and folded up the washcloth that was hanging over his shoulder and he threw that in the hamper with the rest of the wash, softly singing along with a song that played on the radio.