These Broken Dreams Don’t Lie || Self-para 

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alice-blackwood:

Andrew. You and that supposed-to-be-clever friend of yours are actual idiots, did you know? Jamie’s been borrowing my body spray for weeks now. Weeks. If anything bit her, it’s on you.

… That’s actually quite fine with me as long as she doesn’t find out. Love me forever and don’t say anything?

alice-blackwood:

Weird about what? There’s nothing to be weird about…

I don’t know. Weird about everything… 

… oh. Shit. Did you finally find out that Laine and I were the ones that put sugar in your body spray… I hope nothing serious bit you that would suck.

alice-blackwood:

His awkward tendencies are a constant presence, Andrew, whether he likes someone or not.

Which is why I said that.

Really though. Why are you being weird about it…

.

alice-blackwood:

Considering he’s what now? 

Considering he’s taken with you? Meaning he likes you. A lot. 

In case you didn’t get that vibe from him through his awkward tendencies. 

I can’t believe I slept all day. 

alice-blackwood:

I’ve been swell! Swell, swell, swelling. Funny word, swell. It’s supposed to mean you’re fine but it just makes you sound ill; swelling. 

As for Laine, I’m sure he’s…swell too. I don’t really know, why would I know…? I mean, it was one date, Andrew. It’s not like I know everything about him now.

Swell is a really weird word. 

Um… okay. I just figured you’d know. You talk to him more than I do. One date could always turn into two. Considering he’s so taken with you it wouldn’t surprise me if he’s sitting in his room thinking of some /elaborate/ second date.