#wantsbest

wow this bias thing sucks but OMG TY FOR THE 100+ FOLLOWERS!! i am actually very surprised that even though i went on hiatus for a little bit i was STILL getting people to follow me. is fred like, a god or something? 

but here’s some people who are lit af

“you look like you could use a friend.” 

Eyes wanted to roll and lips crave to let out an exasperated sight; but she knew that behavior would only anger her mother further and she had promised this time they wouldn’t fight. They would have a normal adult conversation and maybe Polly would finally make her look past an old family feud.

The oldest Cooper daughter had to admit she had also been guilty of prejudice. The first time Jason asked her out, she had accepted reluctantly because she was afraid it was all part of a big evil plan. After all, she had grown up hearing that that’s what Blossom’s do. But he was nothing like she imagined. He was a gentleman, he was funny, even shy at times when it came to her which she found adorable. 

She had fallen for him and now she wanted her family to see the guy who had stolen her heart for who he was, not by the name he carried.

“ you know, al, this is my bar. ” fp stated, his hands splayed along the counter. he didn’t like bartending too often, but when she was there? he’d do basically anything to keep her attention, as long as there wasn’t business to conduct. her moving back reignited something in him that he wasn’t quite certain he’d ever get back. a softness to him. he hated it. 

of all things lorelei expected of f.p’s friends, it wasn’t a knock on her window in the middle of the night. fingers unhook the latch, eyebrows raising in confusion as eyes take in the familiar & sharp features of alice cooper’s face. she steps back so that the junior can slip inside, arms crossing as a small smile tugs at her mouth, “how can i help ya there, cooper?”  

Seeing him putting on that jacket had left her in a mild stated of shock. It was as if, for one second, she was looking at someone else and not the boy who had claimed to love her seconds ago. With the mood gone down the drain by the unexpected visitors, Betty had said goodbye and walked her way home. 

Only when she reached her bedroom did she allowed tears to fall down her eyes. Now, more than ever, she was certain things were going to change. The door creaked soon after, green hues lifting to take in the worried glance of her mother.