you’re such a shitty liar.

you definitely would, i know you.

scoffing. “you know you’re like, meant to sleep at night, right? you’re gonna fail if you keep catching z’s in lesson.”

really? well, we could always go to a halloween party together to celebrate.

and you love them.

but i want you to enjoy it.

but i’m a people pleaser 🙄

i wanna go to the biggest target nearby and spend hours in there.

“you’re a freak.. you really are. no one wants to see that, and even if they did, they’d have to use a magnifying glass.” a little smirk plastered on his face.

“trust me, it’s huge, i’m surprised it hasn’t poked the back of your chair in class yet.” jet couldn’t always flirt well with his crushes, and this was a prime example.

“you’re a pervert, joshua reyes. absolutely not. i don’t like guys.” being a shitty flirt paired with being an awful liar, too. he looked josh up and down quickly before starting to shuffle away awkwardly.

maybe you should come over, jerbear.

/ this is so cool, i used to have a three set as a kid of joyce, dawn and buffy (?) i think, it’s at my mum’s old house somewhere :’)

ᅠ 𝗰͟𝗵͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝗹͟𝗶͟𝗲͟ ͟𝗯͟𝗹͟𝘂͟𝗲͟ 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀/𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁. 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗱. 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗻. 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 + 𝗿𝘁 ᅠ

“did you… need something?” his smile is wide and polite.

“the answer to number nine is.. forty seven.” with a gentle smile, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a spare pen, handing it to roman. “here.”

you can stay as long as you please.

liam :-)

uh huh!!