#preachesman

       Avery had been acting fucking weird all day, and Ivan planned on calling the blonde out on it when he got back to her place. Which was in approximately two seconds as he stepped through the door and took out his headphones. “Hey! You alright? I’ve been trying to reach you all day.” Iv understood that life got busy, but it took three seconds to say ‘busy, ttyl’ through text. Plus, being busy never stopped them from talking all day before., especially as friends. Ivan went to Avery for everything, and all his friends referred to them as Iv and Av: at it again. He smiled softly at the thought. Ivan was an overall happy guy, easy-going, laid back, closeted hopeless romantic, but being with Avery had made him the happiest he’s ever been in his life. However, something about today... it didn’t sit well with him, and, he didn’t want to be pessimistic or overcomplicate things in his head, but he was honestly expecting a not so great conversation out of this. “Babe, what’s going on? Did I do something?” @preachesman

Annalise was - well, speechless was the best way to put it for now, at least for a moment. She knew assuming sometimes only made things worse and she didn’t want to assume but she had thought what happened the night before was nice, actually. At least what she could remember from it and she didn’t want to talk about the raging headache she had but she didn’t think things were bad. Now though, now she was second guessing it all. She just stared back at him, blinking for another second. “Ye- yeah..” she finally blurted out. “It doesn’t exis- wait what the fuck? You can’t just have a night like we did and wake up and go on like it never happened?” It probably came out as more of a question than anything else. Annalise was confused. In the past she had been the one to say that, to write off a hook-up or encounter as nothing but now the roles were reversed and she honestly didn’t know how to function in this moment.

IF ELIJAH IS GOOD AT one thing, that thing would be sleeping. he’s got no idea what time it is when he wakes up, especially since it’s still dark outside. “ the fuck? ” it comes out as a sleepy grumble, clamoring to reach his phone on the floor. the light shines bright in his and he mutters another profanity, turning to phone out to see a familiar silhouette. “ --it’s just you. ” eli turns off the phone, rubbing at his face to try and wake up. “ what’re you doing here? ”