ULTRA-VIOLET

“my car is making a funny noise,” it was the first thing aarin blurted out when he was greeted by the familiar girl behind the counter. unsurprisingly, it did not come out the way he had hoped, and he back-pedalled. “i mean, more specifically, it’s clicking at me. kind of like a bomb? i’m a little worried it’s gonna explode but it’s lasted a week since it started so….” flustered, he stumbled over his words. punctuating his sentence with a vague shrug, he grimaced, “so… hopefully someone can help. so i don’t explode.” 

julian admittedly had a bit of a weak moment when he picked up chinese food after work, thinking it might make a good excuse to see violet, but hey, he’d just call it impulsiveness but none the less, he now found himself knocking on her door. even someone as restless as julian needed a chill night in and well it didn’t make it worse to spend said night with violet. when the door opened he smiled brightly and lifted the bag of food. “ i hope you’re not busy. ”

@violetstclair​

     truthfully, josh was paying little attention to whatever violet was doing–sprawled on his back in her bed, he’d snatched a magazine and was flipping through it while he waited for her to finish getting ready. as somebody who did not much more than shower and throw on some clothes, the ability to understand why anyone would take so much time to do anything completely eluded him. “fat, no,” he said without looking and flipped another page. “slutty, yes. i thought that was the point, though. if your ass isn’t hanging out, you’re not doing it right.”

   violet was enjoying her lunch when the bell to the shop door rang. her head popped up from behind the counter quickly, wiping any remaining food from around her mouth off. she quickly made it look like she was doing something worthwhile. “teller-morrow automotive shop,” she began, her brown eyes finally looking at the patron, she relaxed when she saw who it was. “oh, it’s just you.” she smiled. “what brings you in?”

      she slipped the fabric over her legs and hips, securing the skirt high on her waist. “does this make me look fat?” it was the age old question and vi already knew the answer but she just needed to hear someone else say it. “or slutty? i don’t want to look too slutty, ya’know?”

I THINK I KNOW MORE ABOUT AMERICAN GIRL DOLLS THAN YOU DO GENIUS -- what up, the name is elle and i have dragged along my trash baby Violet. You can find info on her below, but all you gotta know is she will always make sure you know she’s right. even when she’s wrong.

NIC: i had no idea you were this petty

NIC: i'm not being a prick, i'm just exhausted of this pointless fight and if you texted me just so you could be mean to me that's fine but don't mask it with bad sweatshirts excuses

VI: i learned from the best

NIC: i'd rather you did that so i don't have to be around you anymore lol

NIC: but when you're done being a brat lmk so we can talk like adults

VI: oh but i thought you don't want to be around me??? but now you want to talk like adults?

NIC: someone is in a good mood

NIC: maybe i'll leave it there so you can smell me when you sleep lmao

VI: a terrific moos

VI: if i wanted to smell a lying dog when i slept i'd go rescue a dog

VI: I found your stupid sweatshirt

VI: come get your stupid stuff

julian once again found himself at vi’s place, except this time the atmosphere was definitely different, and he felt a little awkward mostly because he was unsure. they hadn’t really talked much after the kiss but it had definitely been on his mind. she’d been on his mind. but now that she was in front of him he didn’t know what to say or if he should even bring it up? or maybe…repeat it. “ is that what you want? ” he questioned, “ it’s fine with me, but i’m paying. chivalry isn’t dead, you know. ” he told her, gravitating towards her on cue at her last words, it was just old habits die hard. “ i could, think of other things we could do but we might wanna save that for later. ”