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“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.”
