#phonecalled

               jonah wished maisie’s eyes weren’t so captivating. he often found himself falling into pools of sapphire at his own accord, with very little restraint to keep himself from drowning.  the relationship was far from equal, endless giving and no taking from his end,  but regardless,  she managed to continuously rope him in. jonah’s poison was now,  admittedly,  hoping to encourage the cinematic romance he hoped for,  by planning elaborate dates,  only for the blonde to dismiss his efforts.   “ are you gonna’ listen to me,  or are you gonna’ keep staring at your phone ? ”   jonah eventually snapped mid-conversation,  a finger idly tapping on the wooden table between the two.  the day had merely began at a restaurant,  with further plans lined up for the evening looking more,  and more unattainable by the minute.  “ i’m sorry,  i just — i took a day off work to bring you here, mais. ”   he continued, voice adopting a hushed tone, hoping passers-by wouldn't detect his embarassment. 

       grinning as she saw the other, she extended her arms out, soon wrapping her arms around them and cuddling them tight. “hello you,” she mumbled, her eyes closing as she did so. “did you enjoy the show?”

❝ ——— delilah laughed as she pushed her breast together and licked her lips as she glanced at the other from under her lashes. “so you don’t want to fuck me even when i do this?” she questioned with a smirk, “seriously?”

she’s just passed the line between sober and tipsy, almost stumbling in her heels as she approaches the bar for another drink. madelyn glances over at the other with an amused look on her face. “you having a fun time?” she isn’t sure it’s the greatest ice breaker but it’ll do. “i’ll buy you a drink if you want.”