love bites, but so do i

✿ for a suggestive text

Mo: I went to the Moped store, said "Fuck it."

Mo: Salesman's like, "What up, what's your budget?"

Mo: Anyway, do you think I'll ever be able to dance like Eric Nally?

Bianca: Macklemore? Really?

Bianca: For future reference I would prefer if you keep him far away from 'Mo's funky fresh beats.'Never thanked you for those by the way. There may have been some jammin' already. Although I'm still not sure how I feel about you breaking into my car on the regular..

✉ for a text that wasn’t sent:

Bianca: For the record I don’t find you repulsive. The night we almost kissed I chickened the fuck out and  I’m not really sure why. Maybe I was scared of what would come if it. I don’t know. Hooking up in any form is like second nature to me, but doing it with you just seems so weird. Not a bad weird ..if that makes any sense. There would just be too many feelings involved and I don’t do feelings. I’m fucked up. I know. The kiss not happening is all for the better. Trust me.

⁇ for a drunk text:

Bianca: Why are all guys such creeps? I know you’re a guy, but you’re not really. You’re jsut Eli. You don’t count. Bianca: I’m just gonna be celibate like you. Bianca: Wait can you still masteruabte when you’re celebate?Bianca: wait don’t answer thtBianca: wait but I need you to ansdwer that

$ for an accidental text:

Bianca: Well maybe I can come over and show you exactly what this mouth can do. I’ll wear that lacy number you like ;) Bianca: Oh. My bad. Clearly this wasn’t for you. Sup....?

♀ for a heartbreaking text:

% for a curious text

Bianca: So at first I was 100% sure your middle name wasn’t, in fact, ‘love machine’ but now I’m not as sure..Bianca: What the hell is it??

✆ for a morning text

Bianca: Somewhere out there right now are a fresh stack of pancakes with my name written on them. You down?Bianca: Who am I kidding? Of course you are. I’ll pick you up in 10.

☎ for a rushed text

Bianca: No time to explain but I need you to call Jake and cause some sort of distraction. Bianca: Long story short I was doing a stakeout and I think Paul Bunyan and his Ox spotted me. Come through for me, Mashkour!

?? for a drunk text

Bianca: waht the fuk does kaltie have that i dnt? like what does he c in her? fr real toh? how does sum1 go from a ferrari toa station wagon? lemme kno.

@ for a scared text

✆ for a morning text:

Bianca: So you may be wondering why I’m not laying next to you right now. Flora knocked on your door this morning to get your laundry and I had to go full on ninja, grab my shit, and crawl out of your window in a matter of seconds. Problem is I think I left my bra behind so you might wanna find that before someone else does. It might raise some cross dressing questions at the next family dinner.

✿ for a suggestive text:

Bianca: Did some shopping today and bought this cute little leather mini skirt. There’s a small problem though. See, it looks good on me, but I can’t tell if it’ll look just as good on the floor of your bedroom. Bianca: Care to help me figure that out? ;)

ø for a late night text:

Bianca: 1, how late does Taco Bell stay open? Bianca: 2, How much do you love me? Bianca: 3, Get extra hot sauce.

@ for a scared text:

Bianca: Hey, I know its the middle of the night and you have early morning practice, but do you think you could come get me? Things didn’t go so great tonight and I’m too shaken up to drive.Bianca: I just need to see you.

& for a loving text: 

Bianca: Fine. We can watch Star Wars. Nerd.

♀ for a heartbreaking text: 

Listening to her mumbles, Mo let out a small sigh. That much was clear to him, but saying ‘I know’ wasn’t exactly going to help her out. It wasn’t fair to her that things just kept piling up on top of her shit pile, and even if Mo didn’t know her all too well just yet, he knew she didn’t deserve it. As he saw a small sign of laughter, he made a gun motion with his hand and pointed it her way, clicking his teeth together. “Ah-ha! Look at that. I made the girl laugh,” he noted, smiling proudly as he planned to continue doing just that the rest of the day, and as long as she would allow him to do so after that, too. Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned back, pointing his nose upward slightly as he listened to her. “Excuse me. You think Mr. Mohammad L. Mashkour would stoop that low? No way,” he said, waving his hands in front of him. “We’re blowing them out of the water. That’s rookie shit. ‘Cause you know what? Eggs are like, hella expensive,” he commented, rolling his eyes. “Honestly they were just wasting money to send your car to a carwash and get it fixed up again. Stupid.” He would’ve kept going if it would make her feel better, but he was sure he made his point now. Nodding eagerly, he followed her and hopped in the passenger seat of her car, smiling happily as he looked out the window, way too proud to be driving off with Bianca DeSousa, of all people, for no one to notice. Making himself comfortable in the seat, he turned his body towards her and spoke again. “Keep in mind that I have access to nearly everything Jake has or.. well, does. Not sure how that might help in this situation, but we can figure that out.” Relaxing back a little, he shook his head in disgust, speaking a bit lower now. “I still can’t believe he’s wasting his time with her. First he goes for his sister, then somehow he stoops lower. How!?” he asked, his voice playing on the dramatics again as he let out a chuckle. “So where we off to, DeSousa?”

Bianca was grateful for Mo’s presence during the discovery of her car. Without him there she was sure she would act irrationally and turn back into her old self. With his ability to make light of the situation Bianca was able to remain grounded and think of her next move more carefully. It was hard to maintain a scowl around, Mo. With the very few interactions they’ve had over the years, Bianca couldn’t remember a single time where she wasn’t smiling to some capacity around him. “What’s the L stand for?” she asked out of curiosity. She was happy to see that he was on the same page as her when it came to revenge. Although she’d changed a lot during the past year there was still a lot of fight in her that she couldn’t shake. “Right?” she agreed “In a way I guess I should be flattered that they were willing to spend all that money on me - no matter how lame the execution was.” While in the car Bianca turned the radio on low for some background noise as she headed towards their destination. With a satisfied smirk she turned her head momentarily to look at her passenger. “A man on the inside? I like that sound of that. It’ll definitely give us the upper hand.” Her face then turned into one of disgust with Mo’s next statement. “Wait, that actually happened? I thought that was some sick rumor?” It was then Bianca saw the full reason for Mo’s eagerness to join her in revenge. “Shit. If I had known you despised Matlin as much as me we would’ve hung out a lot sooner.” She joked. “My place” she answered. “My aunties working late tonight so we have the place to ourselves.” Tapping her hand on the steering wheel to the tune of whatever song was playing Bianca did her best to come up with plan for retaliation. “So, am I right to assume you’d prefer to keep things legal during our little war?” she teased with a smile.

Mo’s eyes drifted between the car and Bianca, noticing already just how angry she was. Although he hadn’t spent too much time with her yet, he could already tell that she was the kind of person you don’t want to be around when she’s provoked. But Mo was up for the challenge, as it was his goal to make her happy rather than focusing on the anger. It was just going to be slightly more difficult now that the mess on her car factored in. “Wait–” he said, holding a hand up in the air as he turned to her. “This was the work of Katie Matlin? And.. Martin?” he asked, cringing over-dramatically at the words. “I’ve lost him. He was so well raised, only to sell his soul to the devil,” he hummed, shaking his head before allowing his hands to drop at his sides. Turning to the passer-bys, he nodded them off, willing to back up Bianca’s words if necessary, but it was clear that she could hold her own. “Alright, DeSousa. That lumberjack boyfriend might be my bro, but he’s got one coming. We are going to plot our revenge, right? Because I think you and I would make a grand team,” he said, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. He didn’t usually find himself getting involved in drama, mostly because people didn’t drag him into it and he steered clear of it, but he had seen this play out from the beginning of Drew and Bianca’s crash, and he was sticking in it for her. 

This week wasn’t turning out the best for Bianca. Between her ugly break up with Drew Torres and her car being the victim of a jealous enemy, Bianca was doing her best not to explode. “This isn’t my fricken week.” she mumbled under her breath, but it was hard for her to stay mad for long with Mo standing next to her. She managed to let a laugh escape through her angry facade as he turned on the dramatics for comedic effect. It was clear he was doing his best to cheer her up and, for the most part, it was working. Her brow raised at the mention of revenge. It was definitely what she had in mind, but she didn’t expect to hear the suggestion come from Mo Mashkour, especially when one of his closest friends would be on the receiving end. “A team, huh? That depends. What did you have in mind? If its something as equally as pathetic as egging a car you can forget it.” Although the prank may have riled her up, Bianca considered it amateur. “If we’re getting revenge its gotta be good.” Turning her head she faced the boy and flaunted a devilish smirk. “Really good.” Bianca faced the car once more, this time opening the door and taking a seat behind the wheel. “Hop in. We’ll brainstorm on the road.” Although they hadn’t spent much time together Bianca could already tell that befriending Mo was a smart move on her part. He was different than most of the guys she hung around, and different was exactly what she needed in her life right now.

Owen: I'm going fucking insane

Owen: Torn between being really fucking mad at you or really fucking missing you

Owen: The latter is winning and I hate it

Owen: I wish I could give up on you as easily as you gave up on me honestly

Owen: And the fact that you think for a second I'd ever purposely lay a hand on you kinda sickens me tbh