#topeconhiilo

                        this WASN’T how this night was supposed to end. she thought things had been fine between them. she thought they were finally over the situation of her mother. they seemed to be finding ways around her with ease. maybe it was all a facade that jon was showing her to keep her happy.  g o d , she hoped it wasn’t that. maryse never wanted anything between then but genuine emotions. maybe that was her downfall. maybe that was what brought them to the dance they were facing right now. he was being HONEST with her, or honesty within what he believed to be the truth. but she had never once in their entire relationship considered him anything  b u t  the best for her. he understood her for more than what you received at face value and she could never ask for anything more.

                        the chill of the night air as they stood a the bottom of her stoop was specially sharp in the prickles to her face. she could feel all warmth leaving her body at the thought of HIM LEAVING her. a few tears trickled down her cheeks as she listened to his words. the one last kiss where he undoubtedly could taste the salt in the pain he’d caused her rolling down her cheeks only caused a hiccup of a small sob.

                        “ no! ”  she finally yelled as he turned his back to her, brows scrunching and lips pouting from the cries she held back.  “ you are de only thing i ‘ave  e v e r  deserved. you’re de only thing i ‘ave worked so ‘ard to get an’ so ‘ard to keep. my mother will not win this. i won’t let ‘er ruin everything good dat i ‘ave jus’ because she doesn’t  ‘ approve ’  of you. i’ve never wanted something so much in my entire life as much as i want YOU. ”  it was her only hope to show him with the raw emotion and cracking voice accompanied with tears that he meant the absolute  w o r l d  to her and she couldn’t bear to lose him.

              her footsteps are heavy as she walks up the bleachers, dropping her book bag carelessly by his feet before taking a seat next to him. his leg is shaking up and down, a bright smile on his lips as she joins him. ‘  want a brownie.  ’ her voice is mischievous. ‘  might ‘elp ya chill out.  ’

we knew this tho

        Spike was never hard to find, the lazy grump he was, if he wasn’t on his bed then he was on hers... or on the couch... or on some fabric she left piling on the ground, or... on any comfortable thing he could find. Admittedly, before getting the idea to find Spike for this small SnapChat to Pete for his birthday, she had recorded about ten different ones of just herself. Three of them were normal enough, her singing, but she didn’t like it. Four had been with some filter involved, but she didn’t like those either. One had been a bit more risque, singing ‘Happy Birthday, Mr. President’ and even whisping her hair over like Marilyn Monroe with bright red lipstick, but she had absolutely no confidence to send that. And then the last two was her basically complaining about making a birthday snap so damn complicated by overthinking it. It was finally that she settled on the idea of using Spike. Pete liked dogs, after all. 

        Pointing her camera at Spike, starting the video, Valentina started to sing in what could only be a cartoon-y way. Making it seem as if Spike was singing, she zoomed in slowly into his face... before he got up and left. “Happy Birthday..to...you... wow.” Of course, it was very Spike to never corporate. Pressing so the camera shifted to the face camera, she gave a very unimpressed face before speaking. “What a little grump... Guess he’s young and bitter too.” Short laugh, time ending there. Quickly, she sent that off before she could decide it wasn’t enough. It clearly wasn’t going to get any better than that. And then she stared at the phone for too long... waiting for him to see it? They were still in Europe so the timezones were a lot closer but was she really going to sit here and wait for him to open it? What was she? A high schooler? How------ Wait!

”ya t’ink yer hot shite don’t ya rollins?”