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“it doesn’t have to. i’ll follow you.”
“an allegory, i always say that.”
“you’re here for...?”
“yeah—well not right now. im just here to drop of paperwork.”
“yeah—well not right now. im just here to drop of paperwork.”
“i’ll just wait, you can go back inside.”
“it’s freezing, jo.”
“it’s freezing, jo.”
“why the fuck would you bring her here?”
“yeah, go out, have fun. you’re still coming back to my bed at the end of the night, make sure he knows that.”
"breathe, baby."
"you left me!"
“a date? you said you had a no dating rule!”
“i do. no dating you.”
“i do. no dating you.”
“i never thought i’d see micah costa in love.”
“it doesn’t matter, we’re just friends right? just friends.”
“fine, west.”
“what?”
“kiss me.”
“what? no. no way. are you trying to get me killed?”
“what?”
“kiss me.”
“what? no. no way. are you trying to get me killed?”
“i don’t think she’s breathing! she’s not breathing!”
“How’d you two meet?”
“Olivia. Olivia introduced us.”
*chokes on water*
“Olivia. Olivia introduced us.”
*chokes on water*
“Do you want me to stay?”
“No, it’s okay. He’ll be here. He promised.”
“No, it’s okay. He’ll be here. He promised.”
“Nope, nope, nope. I’m out, i’m leaving.”
“Wait, hold up! We still have go check out the basement, Anderson. That’s the best part.”
“YOU can go check out the basement. IM going to wait in the car and pretend like this never happened.”
“Wait, hold up! We still have go check out the basement, Anderson. That’s the best part.”
“YOU can go check out the basement. IM going to wait in the car and pretend like this never happened.”
“Ready to start?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What percentage of women that you sleep with actually orgasm?”
“What—“
“I don’t need an exact number, just a guestamate. We’ll track exact numbers soon.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“What percentage of women that you sleep with actually orgasm?”
“What—“
“I don’t need an exact number, just a guestamate. We’ll track exact numbers soon.”
“i want to be your friend, jos, if you’ll let me.”
“I know. This is about you feeling safe. So let’s go. Together.”
*grabs hips*
“if you want this to last more than thirty seconds you definitely can’t move like that.”
“if you want this to last more than thirty seconds you definitely can’t move like that.”
“i shoot for threes, baby.”
this one tho
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this one tho
“give me the flag, olivia.”
“come get it, luke.”
“come get it, luke.”
“you can’t leave. fuck, you can’t really leave me, josie. please.”
“how do you feel?”
“alive.”
“alive.”
“you knew. this entire time you knew. is that why you—was i just—oh my god.”
“he’s a dick head.”
“reid.”
“just saying.”
“reid.”
“just saying.”
“he’s a scorpio, of course he has a big dick.”
“a shooting star. make a wish!”
“Wait. Don’t tell T I said that.”
“dance with me.”
“what?”
“come on, jos. dance with me.”
“what?”
“come on, jos. dance with me.”
*slowly pulls ribbon out of hair*
“yes. yes, yes, of course, yes.”
*winces*
“I am. I promise.”
“I am. I promise.”
“the difference is that i meant what i said. i kept my word. i said i wasn’t going to wait for you anymore, luke, and i didn’t.”
“i knew exactly what i was doing, liv. i knew every fucking second.”
“joey?”
“luke, no, don’t—“
“don’t what, joey?”
“luke, no, don’t—“
“don’t what, joey?”
“we’re meant to be, remember, melons?”
“micah—“
“fuck this.”
“fuck this.”
“jos—“
“no, please. please.”
“no, please. please.”
“what the fuck is wrong with you?”
“nothing, i’m fine. i’m great. better than great, actually.” *starts to chug liquor in cup*
“jo, just talk to me.”
“no, im good.”
“jo—“
“no, leave me alo—“
“josie, get in the fucking room.”
“nothing, i’m fine. i’m great. better than great, actually.” *starts to chug liquor in cup*
“jo, just talk to me.”
“no, im good.”
“jo—“
“no, leave me alo—“
“josie, get in the fucking room.”
“answer the phone, luke, i might as well get another win in today.”
“over my dead body.”
“fine then,” *wicked grin* “answer the phone.”
“over my dead body.”
“fine then,” *wicked grin* “answer the phone.”
“oh my god, that’s luke.”
“it’s on espn. it’s all over espn.”
“it’s on espn. it’s all over espn.”
“you’re olivia fucking beck. your life is perfect. you have the perfect body. perfect face. perfect hair. perfect family. captain of the volleyball team. i know you sure as hell have never been dropped by a guy.”
“my life is not perfect.”
“yeah, okay.”
“i promise you.”
“my life is not perfect.”
“yeah, okay.”
“i promise you.”
“fucking wilders here.”
“want me to paint your face?”
“no i don’t want you to fucking paint my face.”
*raises brow*
“fine. can you do spider-man?”
“want me to paint your face?”
“no i don’t want you to fucking paint my face.”
*raises brow*
“fine. can you do spider-man?”
*holds out hand*
“no, i think i’ll keep them.”
*puts in pocket*
“no, i think i’ll keep them.”
*puts in pocket*
“I’m not going anywhere, Liv. I’m with you. Always.”
“because i fucking love you! jesus, don’t you fucking see that? after everything, don’t you know that?”
