Weve Lived In This Tiny Ass Town Where Everyone Knows Everyone Because No One Leaves And When We Were

we’ve lived in this tiny ass town where everyone knows everyone because no one leaves and when we were young we would sit up at night on your roof and i’d listen to you talk about how you were actually going to do it one day and you did but you never knew i’ve had a crush on you ever since back then so when you send me postcards from all these different cities with bright lights it makes my heart hurt and here we are several years later and i’m finally starting to move on but oh wait you’re back and my heart’s beating like crazy well fuck au

glad that he seems to share her sentiment, the femme is about to suggest some nearby restaurant when her train of thoughts is broke off by his suggestion. "the club? you're talking about that club of yours, aren't you?" if her cynicism isn't already visible by the creases of her eyebrows and narrowed gaze, then the flat, unimpressed tone when she speaks sure would do the trick. "how is it that you somehow make it sound like i've been dying to go but you wouldn't let me? but that's not important, the point is: why your club?" of course she knows why, she could already imagine what the trending searches and topic on social media would look like a couple hours later when people find them both at his club. all the exposure and attention the club would undoubtedly get, and love somehow finds it unfair. imagine if she was making him dress in her brand's clothes whenever they appear in public together. she's then reluctantly gripping his arm so he could tell she's serious, while keeping her voice low, "it's a little too obvious right away, don't you think? that this is just a show?"

He straightened, suddenly self-conscious about his posture. Adam wouldn't have agreed to this under normal circumstances, always finding dating shows a little over the top and silly, but the marketing head of his club insisted this was great publicity for the club, and it definitely needed all the help it could get. He sighed, trying his best to keep up appearances that he was having the time of his life, when the truth was otherwise. "The quicker we do it, the quicker we can get it over with," he said under his breath. "The chef at the club makes the best food. Should I finally take you there?" His words were spoken in a normal volume now, accompanied by a smile.

"it was a joke to me." she nods firmly, not at all inclined to entertain the possibility that maybe her presence isn't welcomed. yixia has always liked to think that she doesn't quite get too offended by how people think of her, but she'd be lying if it doesn't bother her one bit. so she leans in closer to him again, gaze narrowed slightly. "i gave you a drink and you want to chase me away? how rude. i'm hurt now." nothing but a little attempt to guilt trip him a little, that is. truth be told, the mere sight of him actually drinking the soda is enough to put her in a better mood already. baby steps, right? no one ever said making friends by starting off with puns would be easy. "one day. one day i'll have one that you'll like. mark my word." childish ego has her dragging him into a childish challenge, but what harm could it be? "only sometimes. told ya, it's a nice icebreaker. who doesn't like jokes? oh wait. except you, apparently. people usually laugh, even out of awkwardness."

❝ huh? but that wasn't... that wasn't a joke. ❞ because he really did want to wave her away; far, far away. if anything, he believed using her own words against her would help her get the picture but boy, he was wrong. seemed like he just spurred her on more than anything. eyes roll and he doesn't care to address it, merely downing the drink she offered free of guilt. ❝ listen, just because i said i preferred the other one doesn't mean that i liked it. they were both bad, that one was just less offensive. can't say the same about you though. do you always just randomly pop up next to people to tell them stupid things? because i don't ever think there's a right time to pester someone with a joke right off the back of a laffy taffy wrapper. ❞

"come on," an apology would have followed, but at this point the femme is all too occupied with her current mission of following up with whatever the hell it is that's happening. "have a little more curiosity, dude." call it occupational hazard, but she simply could not leave any unexplained happenings pass without delving into the details, the whys, hows and whats, as well as tying up the loose ends somehow, by any means necessary. "look at the bright side, maybe we'd run into some burglar hiding their stash. wouldn't that be fun now?" her imagination runs as wild as she does, as rian grins, reaching out a hand to tug on the other's arm to urge him along the seemingly deserted path towards the direction of the earlier noise. "i'm just kidding, but relax, if anything happens, i'll protect you! we're in this together, don't worry." footsteps kept as light as possible in hopes of catching the noise again, she's almost looking a little too excited for someone on an impromptu raccoons (or is it not?) hunt. she probably is, because there is now a newfound intention of mischief to add to the spookiness of it all, mostly for her own amusement. "have you come across raccoons before? do you think they shriek like that? it sounded like a terrible shriek just now. maybe they're being hunted, by a predator or something."

❝  don’t  you  shush  me!!  ❞  his  petulance  was  short-lived  at  least,  only  a  tiny  pout  remained  that  tugged  at  faint  red-tinted  lips. ❝  and  no  ,  not  really. ❞  response  already  poised  on  his  tongue,  his  words  were  prompt  and  blunt. at  least  honest  about  the  situation  ,  the  last  thing  ambrose  had  any  intention  of  doing  that  afternoon  was  potentially  getting  himself  roped  into  something  beyond  his  means  purely  because  someone  felt  the  need  to  masquerade  about  as  sherlock  holmes  (  though  ,  he  wasn't  necessarily  against  the  connotations  of  being  the  𝑊𝐴𝑇𝑆𝑂𝑁  of  the  pair  ). 

 still  ,  rian's  excitement  was  𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡  𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠.  moreover  he  found  it  difficult  to  risk  DISAPPOINTING  the  other  ,  even  if  he  desperately  believed  looking  into  the  matter  was  the  last  thing  either  of  them  needed  to  do. his  unwillingness  to  disappointed  paired  with  the  mischievous  glint  in  her  eyes  told  rose  that  he  wasn't  about  to  get  out  of  this  without  actually  going  along  with  whatever  misshapen  plan  they  would  manage  to  come  up  with.  if  they  had  a  plan  at  all.  heaving  out  a  sigh  ,  he  resigned  himself  to  his  fate  as  he  ran  a  hand  through  his  hair  to  brush  the  messy  locks  out  of  his  face. ❝  just  a  quick  look  and  then  we're  getting  the  hell  out  of  here.  it  better  JUST  be  raccoons  or  so  𝐻𝐸𝐿𝑃  𝑀𝐸   .  .  .  ❞

me @ me: just talk to them u guys are mutuals

also me @ me: BUT AM I MUTUAL ENOUGH????