ghost stories.

dedicated to my lovely twin petermjs

      ❛ — .. i don’t feel a thing for you.❜

    '   o -- oh... ---- b -- but i thought.. --- ??   '  confused & heartbroken sounds before he scratches the back of his neck.   '  nevermind.  '

       her eyes brighten up & she grins, showing off her teeth, but she tries her hardest to contain her excitement.  ’  would you, really?!  ‘  she giggles.   ’  thank you so much! i would love to be your friend. i’m ophelia. ‘  

        she'll mirror the other's smile since no one's ever been this excited to be her friend before but it's a nice feeling.  '   of course !   ' she nods, extending a hand in the other's direction for her to shake.  '  nice to meet you, ophelia ! -- there's no need to thank me for wanting to be friends, honestly. my name's isobel.  '

     ’ you’re so bitter. —- it’s hard to be a wingman for you when i had someone wantin’ me to take ‘em back to the hotel, kaylee. just grow up, man. you sound like a bratty fuckin’ kid. ' 

          '    yeah, like i said i don't give a fuck.   '   her tongue clicks against her palate & she shrugs. she happens to be, in fact, a bratty fuckin' kid.  '  you can consider this whole alliance finito. -- you clearly do a poor job at it, i'm better off on my own.  '

       sometimes camila would try to stop the boy from drinking so much          she cared about him & she didn’t want him to end up like his mother          on a hospital bed, that really concerned her. even though she loved          the way he acted when he was drunk she knew that his hangovers           were probably the worst. when people sober up they have to face           reality all over again & was aware that his wasn’t exactly a happy          one, at all. she remembers the day they both got too fucked up &          he ended up telling her his story, she’s not even that sensible but          she started crying like a little baby. they had been friends for a while          at that time & knowing that he was going through all that made her           so sad. she was actually planning to help him with his mother’s          treatment in the future, she just had to make more money out of her          dancing. she laughs at the boy, he’s so silly sometimes & she           absolutely loves it ❛ sure you are, don’t bite me though !! ❜ camila          laughs still stroking his hair because she was that obsessed with          it. ❛ do you have other taxi drivers ?? ❜ she gasped pretending to be          offended ❛ i feel betrayed. ❜ she shakes her head and raises an           eyebrow once he speaks again having the feeling that he was up to          no good. ❛ what ?? ❜ camila asked actually curious.

         she's the only person who knows about his mother, the only person who's been able to penetrate his multiple trust issues even if it were during a moment where they were both extremely drunk & maybe a little high. still, camila has been the only one to provide ryker of the support & comprehension he's never had throughout his life & he's so glad she came along in his life & made it a little bit more colorful than it has been for the past years, he honestly can't find the words to thank her enough. a small cackle erupts from his lips once she asks him not to bite her.  '   only if you're into it.  '   he winks up at her, finally being able to push himself upwards so now he's towering over her.   '  don't be silly, you know i don't.  '  he'll retort with a grin. once she responds to his question he finds himself leaning down a little bit, maybe it's the alcohol that's influencing him but he knows he wants this too, regardless what consequences it might bring. his index finger rests beneath her chin to have her stare up at him & his face is inches away from hers.  '   this.  '  he mumbles before pressing his lips to hers softly.  the dirty blonde couldn't really hold it back anymore, this has been an urge of his for a while & the fact that she looked so damn pretty under those colorful lights wasn't helping at all.