Belle taylor

Carson: i don't want her to see me like this

Carson: i should be able to do it on my own

Belle: she'll come because she cares.

Belle: why not?

Belle: ok, do you want me to come over?

Carson: on my hands, my neck, my face, my chest and i can still see it

Carson: i can feel it and i can smell it

Carson: I just sit under the shower for hours trying to wash it away and i haven't even gotten any bud yet.

Belle: if you're sure

Belle: Yes.

“Oh, that sounds nice.” She didn’t know it was like to have family to go back to, but it must have been a nice thing when you did have it. “Did you have a fun time there?”

* “Yeah, as fun as it could be I guess.” She answered with a ever so slight shrug of her shoulders and a smile. “How’ve you been, Imogen?”

Belle: what

Belle: WHAT

Belle: Are you fkcing kidding me?

Belle: Are you hungover???

Belle: Are you dead???

Belle: OK but seriously, I need you to text me back

Belle: Carson, answer your stupid phone!!

Belle: I'll kill you myself if you don't answer

Belle: Carson, I'm worried now. Just let me know your ok...

Belle: Car, this isn't funny.

Belle: Ok, I get it, this is how you felt when I got kidnapped by Joe. I get it. Just call me or text me or even just an emoji to let me know you're ok. Please...

“Well, I don’t know how to follow that rule, clearly,” he said with a little chuckle before he nodded, “Well, yeah. They’re the closest that I have to brothers. I grew up as an only child, so.”

* “Clearly.” She joked. It was nice to have a friendly conversation again after the past week. “Lucky, I sometimes wish I grew up an only child. I love my brother but we are two very different people.”