▲: how our muses first met // "Please don't leave me." // "I can't believe you forgot." // "You look beautiful." // [text]: Wait, what happened? // [text]: Stop leaving me voicemails, I'm not going to forgive you. // [text]: Can you stop ignoring me for a second?
“excuse me can you give me some direct-” .. “excuse me can you tell m-” getting someone to get maddie directions was ironically hard to find around campus, granted it was early in the morning and no one wanted to help some lost fourteen year old. madison sighed and carried her luggage onto a nearby bench where there was anther person sitting down. she didn’t want to bother the other, they seemed very concentrated on what they were doing but she had to at least try. “hi, do you mind helping me?” before the other could answer she continued, “i’m sorry, i never introduced myself. i’m madison reyes and you are?” he introduced himself as philippe bieste.
“i’m so sorry, but i need to get to class now otherwise i’m gonna be late !! we can talk about it later but i have to go now !!”
“who said i forgot?? maybe i have your present and i’m just hiding it?? what if i left it in your dorm room and you still haven’t checked it out yet??”
“you’re such a liar!!” maddie was not feeling any motivation to do her makeup when she woke up today, she didn’t even try to put on mascara or concealer. “you know exactly what to say at the right time, bieste.”
[text]: MY TEACHER GAVE ME A C+ WHEN CLEARLY MY ASSIGNMENT WAS WORTHY OF AN A+
[text]: I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WORKING ON THAT ESSAY
[text]: THIS IS SO UNFAIR, WHAT DO I DO NOW??
[text]: but i’m sorry !! i didn’t mean what i said at all !!
[text]: but if you want me to leave you alone then okay..
[text]: i’m sorry but i really have to work on this assignment i’m not just ignoring you, i’m ignoring everyone
[text]: i’ll text you the minute i’m done with this homework, okay ??
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"I don't want to lose you, okay?" // "I'm sorry, I screwed up." // "Please go away, you can't see me like this." // [text]:After all we've been through, you can't leave me... please.
"I don’t want to lose you, okay?”
“Phil...” she swallowed, hard, and tried to formulate a reply which didn’t sound stupid, her pause seeming to last an age. “You aren’t going to,” she said, finally, though she was quick to continue once on a roll, “But... I can’t be around you right now. I-- I need to think. And I can’t do that, when you’re around.”
"I’m sorry, I screwed up.”
“It wasn’t you.” With the weariness that came from saying the same thing, over and over (even just to herself), Rylie turned back to him, giving a very sure, but very tired, shake of her head. “It was me. I kissed you, not the other way around. And I... I lead you on. I screwed up-- and I’ll take the fall for that. I have to, so please... just don’t, Philippe.”
“Please go away, you can’t see me like this.”
“I’m sure you were a lot worse,” chewing her lip, she respected his wish.. partly, at least-- by staying at the door, hovering halfway between being in and being out. She hadn’t visited him at the hospital-- she hadn’t been able to work up the courage to get past the doors, truth be told-- but the second she’d heard he was back on school grounds, she’d rushed over to be met by... him wanting her to leave, “And I’ve seen friends, and family, look worse. There’s no reason for me to not be here, unless... you don’t want me here, and if so, please, just tell me.”
incoming text from [ phil ] → After all we’ve been through, you can’t leave me... please.
rylie → philippe: matt and i have been through more.rylie → philippe: if it comes to you or him.. i have to choose him, phil. rylie → philippe: he’s family.
“You are not going without me.” // “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” // “Don’t ask me that…” // “Just pretend to be my date” // “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” // “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” // “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…”
“You are not going without me.”
"Why? Are you worried I’m going to spill the beans? Maybe tell Gino all about how he was catfished, and he actually bought a laptop for a twenty one year old college student with bad hair and worse breath?” The insults were, admittedly, a low blow, and she felt kinda bad for them the moment they left her lips-- but her anger at his actions was still fresh, and she wasn’t about to apologize, “I’m doing you a favor by going on this date, Philippe. I’m not having you sitting in a corner watching how the night goes, so you can either put up and shut up, or cancel the night, cause carry on and I won’t be going.”
“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
“Mhm. Sure--” Ry stretched out the word some, swaying slightly on her feet as she stared back at him dubiously, “You can’t even take care of yourself! I-- do not-- need you to take care of me, Bieste.” Even as she was talking, she was beginning to walk past, one heeled foot twisting on what was only her second step and leaving her hanging out of his shoulder as she attempted to steady herself... still not admitting the need for help, “I am perfectly fine, thank you very much.”
“Don’t ask me that...”
“Sorry!” She squeaked, though the apology sort of lost weight when she continued, a little more quietly, with the same thought she’d only just abandoned, “I was just curious!-- I mean, it must’ve occurred to you too, right? And you can’t blame me for wondering-- she was a dog, Phil. She still is, on occasion. I just wanna know if some things... linger, after!”
“Just pretend to be my date.”
“Uh...” eyebrows pulling together, Rylie gave a quick glance around, not knowing why such a thing would even be needed-- until her eyes landed on the raven haired girl that Philippe hadn’t shut up about for weeks, sat in one of the booths with a boy so similar in look, they had to be siblings. The other girls eyes had already strayed their way, and with a heavy sigh, Rylie grabbed his hand, knitting their fingers together as she moved a few inches closer. “This is ridiculous, Phil,” she murmured, low enough that she was positive no one but he would hear, “If you want something to happen between you two, you don’t pretend that you have a date-- she’s going to think you’ve moved on from annoying her.”
“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”
"That- that was very rude. I’m wounded, Phil,” frown pulling at her lips, she held a hand over her heart and gazed back at him with huge saucer eyes... the picture of fake hurt, before she dropped the act and chuckled, “Would’ve been more so if I knew, with confidence, that you could do basic math.”
“I am NOT crying, okay? I’m allergic to jerks!”
“You’re crying! Gods, Philippe-- what’s happened now?” She was trying to be sympathetic, of course, but the sight of the older boy crying was just too surprising. She hadn’t known he had enough feelings to muster up a couple tears, “Do you need anything? A, uh... a tissue, maybe? You might wanna wipe your eyes, before you explain who’s been a... jerk.”
“I’ve had a rough day and honestly, all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with...”
“We’ve all been there,” her anger had somewhat ebbed since the night before, and though she’d been trying to remain distant, Rylie couldn’t help softening some in response to his weary expression. “C’mon. I’ve got a lot of drinks choice back in my dorm,” she linked arms with him, beginning to lead the way, and rested her head on his shoulder, “We’ll get a glass of something each, and then, we’ll see. I still need some apologies off of you before I offer cuddles, but I think I might be able to overlook your past mistakes for one night.”
❝ i’m not that drunk. i can still take my clothes off. ❞ // ❝ i lost my pants… but i found myself. ❞ // ❝ what am i doing? searching… for life. " // ❝ the drunkness… is FUCKING ME. ❞ // ❝ suck my dick, i’m a pterodactyl. ❞
“I’m not that drunk. I can still take my clothes off.”
“You’re drunk enough that if you try it, I’ll be kicking your ass out of my dorm, sans pants. I don’t imagine that’d be a pleasant walk back to your room... nor easily explained.”
“I lost my pants… but I found myself.”
“That was very... deep. Almost poetic. Now, glad as I am to have discovered your never before seen depths, there were some things I never wanted to discover-- like the color of your boxers. Or the size, which seems to be a problem in itself. I think you’ve overestimated what you have, to fill all that space... nevermind, that’s a conversation for another day. When you’re sober. For now, I think you should just focus on finding something to cover up with.”
“What am I doing? Searching… for life.”
“Sounds fascinating, but... I don’t think you’re going to find much in your search, if you stay lying there. Unless bugs are the life you’re looking for?”
❝ does a tree shit in the woods? ❞ // ❝ on a scale of one to russian, i’m vladimir putin. ❞ // ❝ i’m not gay, i’m just an idiot. ❞ // ❝ oh look, my favorite couple, homeo and juliet. ❞ // ❝ i need to race like a piss horse. ❞
“Does a tree shit in the woods?”
“Philippe-- I’m genuinely curious, please, treat this as a very serious question-- what the hell goes through your mind? And, in addition to that... do you hear yourself? Do you hear the nonsense that you spew?”
“On a scale of one to Russian, I’m Vladimir Putin.”
“... Who even uses a scale like that?”
“I’m not gay, I’m just an idiot.”
“I mean, I knew you were the latter. Still not entirely convinced it cancels out the former, though.”
“Oh look, my favorite couple. Homeo and Juliet.”
“Brilliant. You have such a way with words, truly. Now you’ve got that off your chest, will you take your wit elsewhere? You’re ruining lunch.”
“I need to race like a piss horse.”
“Whatever that means-- and I’m not sure I want to know, so please, don’t launch into an explanation-- it doesn’t sound pleasant, at all.”
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[text] Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments.//[text] You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair…//[text] I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room//[text] I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your
incoming text from [ phil ] → Mark my words, your dad will be my sugar daddy, he’ll marry me and you’ll have to call me momma bear and I will interrupt your sex life with condoms and condiments
rylie → philippe: good luck bro my dad doesn’t even know u. if he did, im not even entirely sure he would like u enough to wanna be ur sugar daddyrylie → philippe: my dad knows and likes matt, tho. matt would stand a chance. matt could probably get in w my dad AND my mom. they both think he’s a well mannered young man and they are right!!rylie → philippe: u, on the other hand.......
incoming text from [ phil ] → You kept calling me baby Jesus and trying to see what wise men had to say about my hair...
rylie → philippe: in my defense!! your hair is very different now, it’s still something of a shock every time i see it!! rylie → philippe: idk why everything got so religious but on a basic level i’m sure that was just drunk me’s way of verbalizing all that runs through sober me’s head!
incoming text from [ phil ] → I am a responsible adult, I brought home a lost kitten and let it shit in your room
rylie → philippe: i hate you
incoming text from [ phil ] → I wish we could all take a bath together. Not in a “let’s fuck” way. But in a relaxing drunk in the tub sort of “let me wash your hair” way
rylie → philippe: yeah i think,, i’ll pass, thank u
[text] DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU // [text] Well maybe I broke my tongue![text] Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning? // [text] Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension // [text] My dick just got serenaded.[text] I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why // [text] If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
incoming text from [ phil ] → DO NOT READ THE LAST MESSAGE IT WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
rylie → philippe: toO LATErylie → philippe: i’m disgusted keep ur sexts away from me i don’t want u to talk to me ever again
incoming text from [ phil ] → Well maybe I broke my tongue!
rylie → philippe: u can’t break ur tongue. u can stRAIN ur tongue, but u cant break itrylie → philippe: altho i wouldn’t be surprised if you found a way
incoming text from [ phil ] → Is “head down ass up” an appropriate way to say good morning?
rylie → philippe: well, no, but i don’t imagine that’s gonna stop you
incoming text from [ phil ] → Not sure if I took a nap or went to another dimension.
rylie → philippe: does that mean it was a good or a bad nap?rylie → philippe: i’m assuming good, but maybe this dimension of yours is a backwards one. gotta make sure
incoming text from [ phil ] → My dick just got serenaded.
rylie → philippe: too much information duderylie → philippe: wayyyyyyy too much informationrylie → philippe: i don’t need to know what happens in your bedroom,, or wherever that event happened at
incoming text from [ phil ] → I’m in A&E but I don’t really know why
rylie → philippe: philippe bieste, you are a human disastERrylie → philippe: i’m on my way (and i’m telling matt, heads up)rylie → philippe: try not to cause any more damage to yourself in the mean time
incoming text from [ phil ] → If I say it was accidental you’ll just say I’m lying
rylie → philippe: phil. an ‘accident’ is when you leave shit in my way and i trip over itrylie → philippe: an ‘accident’ is NOT using my pictures to catfish someone so you could get a laptop.rylie → philippe: so yes u are lYING because that’s not an ACCIDENT you knew exactly what you were doing!!
[Text]: Dumbass I drove... you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate. // [Text]: Why did i make a hit list last night containing only McDonalds? // [Text]: You got cut off last night after a stripper bent over in front of you and you screamed very loudly 'I can see your soul from here' // [Text]: If I come back tomorrow to find a certain football player tied up and locked in your closet, shit's gonna get real.
incoming text from [ phil ] → dumbass i drove... you sat in the passengers seat and steered with a paper plate
rylie → philippe: ill be honest.... that explains so much.............. i never drive that well
incoming text from [ phil ] → why did i make a hit list last night containing only mcdonalds?
rylie → philippe: you were so drunk that you took it as a personal attack when they said they were out of chicken nuggetsrylie → philippe: you were gonna write your roommates name down too because you blamed them for losing your key, but you passed out. if u were also wondering why u woke up alone in the corridor that’s why sorry
incoming text from [ phil ] → you got cut off last night after a stripper bent over in front of you and you screamed very loudly ‘i can see your soul from here’
rylie → philippe: oh. that actually explains a lot of blanks i had about last nightrylie → philippe: i hope you apologized on behalf of me
incoming text from [ phil ] → if i come back tomorrow to find a certain football player tied up and locked in your closet, shit’s gonna get real
rylie → philippe: don’t be ridiculous. i only put the things i care about in my closet. clothes, shoes, weaponsrylie → philippe: :)
