#vndrcws

scarlett: i suspect you still remember what i like :)

VANA: it's like a specific mode you can switch to tho so i dunno if that makes it less weird??

       as he flips through the dollar bin, theo pulls one of the records from the bin, turning it over some, squinting as he tries to find where the freakin’ artist and album name is. a sigh falls from his lips and he ditches it, palm sliding over his face. he settles at the counter, groaning as his eyes meet andrew’s. “dude i need a side hustle or somethin’. band does fine, but shit, i’m broke.” he drums his fingers against the countertop, shaking his head. “what’s it like here. they hiring??” he’s only half joking. theo’s never been able to hold down a job for that long. “thankfully orion cares deeply for my wellbeing and shares his weed with me, so if i have nothing else, at least i have that.” // @vndrcwsv

human interaction is the last thing scarlett desires right now when she’s spent the morning having to talk to a countless about of people who she doesn’t know and doesn’t care for. she has a vague headache forming and she just wants to have a nap, even if it is just half an hour. as she’s walking along the path towards the entrance of mulberry, the blonde lifts her head from the flyer she’s attempt to read and her eyes spot a familiar face; too familiar. the realisation hits her like a bus has collided with her and her body halts, jaw tensing and she hurriedly shoves the flyer back into her bag. “you’re fucking kidding me.” she curses to herself. 

everything about going to see andrew rings alarm bells in her head, yet there’s a part of her deep within that is almost longing to see him again. considering their last encounter saw scarlett practically use him for snacks and a massage, it went better than originally thought. she went into it thinking that she’d be bitter, making her intentions clear though drew certainly still has the magic touch. she warmed to him, the faintest amber catching in the depths of her heart and honestly, she cannot NOT think about him. now she’s standing before his apartment door, not far from her own, with a want to see him, to hang... to be chill, like old times. still keeping her guard high, she swallows around the forming lump in her throat and greets him with a soft grin. “hi. thought i could return the favour.” she shrugs whilst holding up a take away bag of burger king, keeping her jacket done up around her swelling bump. // @vndrcws

“andrew didn’t want me back in high school so i had to give up my dreams of dating the cute senior boy in a band. tragic, really.” ( @vndrcws )