#way faster

i was told for all the slowburn and angst and dark themes Andreil went through we were rewarded w a fluffy adorable relationship in the form of Jerejean. COME TO FIND OUT, THEY DONT GET TOGETHER YET? YOU MEAN AGAIN THERES TWO WHOLE BOOKS OF THESE GAY MEN PINING LIKE FOOLS AND NOT EVEN DATING??? I CANT DO THIS TWICE

     there were times when she thought about it and she didn’t rightly know how they’d ended up where they were. at least in a general sense, in an actual sense she’d known her boyfriend had dropped them off. but she really only thought about the technicalities whenever she was sober. and to be clear - she definitely wasn’t thinking about the rhyme or reason at present. weightless, borderline boisterous laughter filled the empty hall she drug her friend down, leading them to one of the better restrooms in the man’s estate - one they’d come to know both inside and out rather intimately. that fact in and of itself was particularly wild, especially due to the fact that even given her societal and monetary standing, she was in out of her depth. not to mention her best friend and room mate who, in truth, had initiated the mess, and was only doing so as a silent, gutting jab to her father... there’d never been a truer pair to represent trouble incarnate.       violet snorted as she tried to bite back the laughter, though it was rather well contained once she’d closed the pair within the confines of the bougie bathroom tucked away in the back of the third floor of the man’s home. “oh my god did you see the look on his face when i called him daddy?” she whispered frantically, hands moving up to cover her mouth as she fought back a squeal. “and you-” brows rose on her features, reaching out for her freckled friend as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “what was it you said?”

McLaren and Ferrari should be impressed and frightened.