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isobel-thorm · 4 years

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OTP Questions

Tagged by @chyrstis and not-so-subtly peer pressured into doing it for these clowns:

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Both of them rarely do it, but the second one will start, the other will come right back at the same level.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither. They’ve been through too much together already, and they know that being the resident Romeo and Juliet from opposing sides that it would end in a mess if they ever split ways, so they work through everything.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither

Who trashes the house? They don’t, the other Saints do. Comes with the territory to leave a clean house and come back to the aftermath of a wild party.

Do either of them get physical? Also never. They leave the violence at the front door.

How often do they argue/disagree? A fair bit. Again, as two people who came together from opposite sides of a war, there are a lot of disagreements about moral views and such.

Who is the first to apologize? Audrey, most of the time, though Troy does do his share. Audrey’s trying to be a better good person, and she figures letting go of her pride first will help that along.

SEX

Who is on top? Audrey, more often than not. Troy likes getting manhandled.

Who is on the bottom? See above

Who has the strangest desires? They’re both relatively simple with what they want/what they’re into, so neither. Audrey did try to get some cop/robber role play going, but Troy shut that shit down because too real, what’s the fucking point?

Any kinks? Again, nothing super special. They both like it rough when the occasion calls for it.

Who’s dominant in bed? Troy tells everybody it’s him but it’s absolutely Audrey.

Is head ever in the equation? Hell yeah

If so, who is better at performing it? Audrey

Ever had sex in public? Not super crowded public, but they’ve gone at it in a car in a parking lot where a few people would pass by, but a relatively safe, can’t-see-anything-immediately distance away.

Who moans the most? Audrey

Who leaves the most marks? Troy. Audrey does, but she also knows Troy’s ability to lie only apparently went as far as him lying to everybody about being a cop and he immediately calms up and spouts bullshit if anyone ever notices her marks on him.

Who is the more experienced of the two? Audrey. She’s had a fair number of partners, Troy only had a couple before her.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Either, depending on the mood.

Rough or soft? Also depends on the mood.

How long do they usually last? A few minutes.

Is protection used? Yes, but with their luck the condom would break at some point.

Does it ever get boring? Not really, or if it ever starts seeming that way, they’ll immediately try to change it up.

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? Tobias’ bathroom, because Tobias was basically bullying Troy during what was supposed to be a nice dinner and Audrey had to distract him somehow. Troy was absolutely mortified and convinced they probably caught something after the fact.

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/or have children? I they haven’t really thought that far yet. If it happens, it happens, as far as they’re concerned.

If so, how many children do they want/have? One or two max. They’re skeptical about bringing kids into the Life, or raising kids around the life, if they manage to get away to raise them.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both. Troy needs to be cuddled as much as he doesn’t want to admit it.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Audrey.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Also Audrey.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? They really don’t get uncomfortable. If an elbow or shoulder gets to bony, they’ll just adjust.

Who gives the most kisses? Troy. Once they get together, he kisses her a lot because he can’t believe they got that far.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Hanging out at Freckle Bitch’s and de-stressing.

Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Troy’s living room couch. Simple, homey, comfy.

How often do they get time to themselves? Very rarely. A Saint, former or otherwise, or Tobias, Laura are never far behind if they have a moment to themselves.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Neither

If both do, who snores the loudest? N/A

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share a bed. It’s a comfort thing after a while.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They’ll usually stay to their own side, but if they end up drifting closer they’ll go with it and get all tangled up.

What do they wear to bed? Troy sticks with an old T-shirt and sweatpants, Audrey stays in one of Troy’s T-Shirts.

Are either of them insomniacs? Unless something is going down with the Saints that has them getting anxious, they’ll sleep through the night with no issue.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Either work for them.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Troy.

Who wakes up first? Most of the time it’s Troy. It’s habit from his beat cop days.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Neither. They’re very much a breakfast at the kitchen table/lving room coffee table couple.

What is their favourite sleeping position? Spooning

Do they set an alarm each night? Considering they don’t need one, not at all.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Absolutely.

Who has nightmares? Both. Again, it comes with the Life- as well as the fact that they’re really not sure if Quinn’s joking about killing them as often as she does.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Troy. His are on par with Pierce’s with the giant soda can.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Troy

Who makes the bed? Neither.

What time is bed time? Whenever they feel themselves starting to drop.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Not really.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Audrey. Needs coffee or some other caffeine as soon as possible.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Audrey, but by a hair. Both work themselves sick trying to keep the Saints out of deep trouble.

Who rakes in the highest income? Audrey

Are any of them unemployed? ... Does being a Saint/begrudging born again Saint count as employed?

Who takes the most sick days? Audrey, because she’s also far more reckless and gets herself hurt and will basically ground herself to recover.

Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Troy when it comes to Saints business. Very much a “Sorry I’m late, I didn’t want to come” deal.

Who sucks up to their boss? They both rank pretty high, so there's next to no one to suck up to, outside of Quinn, so they really don’t. Audrey being her baby sister pays off that way.

What are their jobs? Third in command of the Saints, and... Police Chief turned Police Consultant turned... Sixth?? in command of the Saints

Who stresses the most? Troy. Once he gets back into Saints ranks, he’s a worried mess.

Do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They can both slap a giant “It’s Complicated” sticker on that one. There are equal pros and cons to being a Saint and being a Police Chief who used to run with the Saints.

Are they financially stable? They’re set for life.

HOME

Who does the washing? Both

Who takes out the trash? Both... or they make Pierce do it once they live in one of the Saints’ cribs.

Who does the ironing? Neither. Pierce does it for them because he gets sick of seeing them with wrinkly clothes, even if they don’t wear that many things that get dramatic wrinkles.

Who does the cooking? Either, but Troy does it more.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither. They’ve both at least got the basics down enough to not set anything on fire.

Who is messier? Audrey. A little chaos in the living space works.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Troy

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Audrey

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither

Who is the prankster around the house? Audrey

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Troy

Who mows the lawn? Troy

Who answers the telephone? Either

Who does the vacuuming? Either if they remember to do it.

Who does the groceries? Another Saint will usually do it.

Who takes the longest to shower? Audrey

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? Not at all

How many cars do they own? Two, between the pair of them. Audrey’s got Lola, and Troy’s got his truck.

Do they own their home or do they rent? Own all of it.

Do they live in the city or in the country? City

Do they enjoy their surroundings? Depends on the day for both of them.

What’s their song? When they’re first getting established/repairing their friendship, Used To - Daughtry

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Whatever any of the Saints needs them to do

Where did they first meet? In the alley where the gang war went bad.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Audrey, hands down. She can spend into the three digits multiple times a week.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? Audrey

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over themselves? Audrey. She figures Troy deserves it a bit.

Any mental issues? Anxiety for the both of them.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Audrey makes Troy do it.

Their favourite place? Troy’s house, the Saints Penthouse.

Who pays the bills? Quinn basically runs the big finances like that, so neither.

Do they have any fears for their future? A fair bit, whether its their life together or their individual lives in the Saints.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Troy. He’s all for it and wants to go out of his way to do a bunch of nice things for Audrey after everything they’ve been through.

Who’s the tallest? Troy.

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Troy

Who wanders around in their underwear? Audrey. She’s got no shame with all of that.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? Audrey. She’ll beat everyone as far as volume level goes.

What do they tease each other about? Life choices, but they only allow the other to grill them about something so personal, and will start shit if someone else gives them a hard time about anything.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Audrey. As far as she’s concerned Troy is a walking fashion disaster.

Who crushed first? Audrey, though she looks back on it like an ill advised schoolgirl crush, even if it worked out in the end.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? No

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Audrey

Who swears the most? Troy

#Pairing: 'Audrey no' 'AUDREY YES'

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betwixt-these-pages · 7 years

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Friend (With Benefits) Zone by Laura Brown on Tour June 26 – July 13, 2017

Book Details

Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance

Published by: Avon Impulse

Publication Date: June 27th 2017

Number of Pages: 384

ISBN-13: 9780062495594 (ASIN: B01EFM8NC0)

Purchase Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

Synopsis:

I’m ridiculously attracted to my best friend.

Today is a bad day. The worst actually. After dealing with the constant manhandling that comes with being a cocktail waitress at a dive bar and surviving a date from hell, I see an eviction notice slapped on the door of my sketchy basement apartment. Great.

When my best friend Devon shows up at my door and uses his stubborn charm (emphasis on stubborn) to get me to move in with him, I give in. We’ve had about a million sleepovers since we met in the kindergarten Deaf program, but this time it’s different because I can’t stop thinking about his hard body covering mine, every single night.

I know Devon would do anything for me, but I’m afraid what I want to happen will ruin our friendship forever. And the more time we spend together in close quarters, the harder it’ll be to resist the spark of attraction I’ve always felt. But maybe it’s possible to have the best of both worlds: keep the one relationship I can’t live without and indulge in an attraction I can’t deny.

I guess the only thing we can do is try…

Read an excerpt:

I was still staring at my notebook when a light flashed by my tiny window. Outside someone stood with a flashlight, shining it into my apartment. I didn’t need to adjust to the light to know who that someone was with the one, two, three blinking pattern.

It took five steps to stomp over to the door. Dev came in once I wedged it open. He pushed the door closed.

“You can’t have your clothes back,” I signed, even as I was grateful to see him. When Dev was around, even this place sorta felt like a home.

“I don’t want my clothes back. Not now, at least. I wanted to make sure you were OK.”

I held out my hands, showing that I was fine. Even if I did scan my coffee table and breathe in relief that the eviction letter was face down in a crumpled mess.

He studied me, searching for all my little tics that spelled I was in trouble, tics only he knew. I blanked my face; otherwise he would latch onto there being a problem. A big one. Dev shoved a hand through his hair, those wavy locks rioting into one massive sexy-as-hell bedhead. I missed the days when he was a spindly little thing, before he grew into this hunk I could never unfriendzone. He meant too much to rock the boat, and I didn’t dare risk losing him. He scratched at a day’s worth of scruff, the black stubble contrasting with his pale skin. Then he kicked off his shoes, tossed his coat on the back of a chair, and plopped down on my bed in a way that had to have a spring or two digging into his back.

He didn’t budge.

I wanted to laugh. Forget me time—neither one of us had given the other the right to be alone since we first met. Still, I couldn’t let go of our usual bickering match. “Go home.”

He folded his hands behind his head, not moving. I crossed my arms. A few seconds later he sat up, grabbed my laptop off the floor, and flipped it open. “We’ll watch a movie.”

“My laptop can’t handle Netflix. You know that.”

He closed the laptop. “Right. Forgot.” He unlocked his phone and placed it on the bed.

“Tiny viewing tonight?”

“You refused to come to my place.” Underlining meaning: we could have watched on a large flat-screen TV.

Since there was no budging him now that he had settled in, I climbed onto the bed with him. He picked up the phone so we could watch, and I settled my head on his chest.

I didn’t pay much attention to the action flick he put on. Most days I loved the intensity of those movies. Tonight, those explosions felt too close for comfort. Instead I made a mental list of my options. Had to before Dev found out. He’d want me to stay with him. And being cuddled up with him, I had to admit, had potential. More so when I placed my hand on his firm stomach and took in a deep breath of the ocean scent of his soap. Problem was, I needed to be on my own two feet. The last person to take care of me—my mother—had failed. I couldn’t trust anyone else.

Not even Dev.

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Author Bio:

Laura Brown lives in Massachusetts with her quirky abnormal family. Her husband’s put up with her since high school, her young son keeps her on her toes, and her three cats think they deserve more scratches. Hearing loss is a big part of who she is, from her own Hard of Hearing ears, to the characters she creates.

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Quick Reasons: believable, realistic, awesome characters; SO STEAMY I CAN’T EVEN!; mature subjects handled with sensitivity and poise; I am much more open-eyed on hearing impairments/deaf culture after this read; just enough drama and angst to keep my penguin heart cold

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hot and steamy

entertaining

devoured it

fishing for more

Huge thanks to Laura Brown, Avon Impulse, Partners in Crime Book Tours, and Edelweiss for sending me a free egalley of this title in exchange for an honest review! This in no way altered my read of or opinions on this book.

So once again, I find myself on the other side of a book I never even took the time to read a blurb for–and feeling SO very glad that I went into this read blind. I was honestly surprised with what I discovered between these covers–and what a steamy, sexy cover it is. I mean, just LOOK at him, with his brooding face and black leather jacket and… GAAAAAH. Someone, quick, find me my partner in crime and bestest panda buddy Annelise–those abs are just BEGGING her to lick them!

This romance was steamy and heart-wrenching in turn. I have always been a fan of “friends” to “lovers,” and this story BEAUTIFULLY encapsulates that journey in a dramatic, angsty, fear-for-the-outcome way that kept me enthralled and entertained. The love between Jas and Dev was believable and endearing, and I loved learning about them from not only THEIR POV…but from the other’s as well. The fact that these characters are also diverse and well-rounded only made me fall even more in love with them. Honestly, I’m going to be picking up more of Laura Brown in the very near future–I had such a great time rooting for (and shouting at) this couple. Their dynamics and antics are just… AGGGGGGH, I just want to hug them both!

This was a super fun, light-hearted (though still painful at times!), and diverse read–and I adored every minute of it! The characters are well-rounded, the romance is believable, and the angst only helped to cement me more fully into their journey. I definitely recommend this to lovers of contemporary romance, complex growth stories, and the flight from “friends” to “lovers.” Sparks are flying, Penguins; take a seat and watch the show!

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traderjoespicklebag · 7 years

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Stella and Jenny

Stella and Jenny- Part 1 out of ? (It was originally only going to be a short story but I ended up falling in love with the characters and the storyline so this is going to be a whole series i guess)

Author: Peyton M. @hufflepuff-on-the-tardis @peys-shorts

Word count: 2,391

Jenny’s P.O.V.

I really don’t care if you re-blog so… here goes nothing!!

You know what is absolutely cruel? The way North Florida High makes me wait through multiple boring-ass classes that don’t teach me squat about actual things that I will need in life, all for the glorious thing that I call pizza, and then have it be the most shitty pizza on the planet. On top of that, they make me eat it in a room full of people. I hate it.

When I retrieve the shit pizza, I go and sit with my best (and only) friend, Max, who is already done with his pizza. Today his hair is a borderline neon shade of green, and only yesterday it was pink. I plop my rear end on the bench, and dig in. The pizza is doughy, greasy, and the cheese is totally fake, but right now, it is the best thing that I have ever tasted, I am so hungry. You see, I made the mistake of not eating breakfast this morning, which is in fact not good for a 16 year old girl who is only five feet tall but a totally kick ass skateboarder. Yep, that’s me, in case you were wondering.

As soon as I finish the pizza, Max stands up, and over all the noise, yells, “I’m going to head to the library.” I nod, and he walks away.

I hear someone calling my name, and turn around to see Stella Alden heading towards me, accompanied by her bratty bestie, Laura Jones. Laura hangs behind Stella as she comes up to me. She stops, and says, “Hey, Jenny. Do you know what the homework for last period is? I forgot to write it down yesterday…” Stella is in the same History class as I am. The thing about Stella is that she’s pretty, smart, has a great sense of style, and is one of the nicest people in the school. It just doesn’t seem fair to me, who is none of those things. It really pisses me off sometimes.

“Yeah. We were supposed to be writing an essay on the Trojan War,” I tell Stella. She smiles, thanks me, and then she and Laura saunter away, (this was mostly Laura) their long, blonde hair bouncing. I’ve never understood why Stella hangs out with that spoiled bitch. I sigh, and begin to stand up. Suddenly, I feel something hard hit the back of my head, and a cold liquid runs down my back. I whip around, and see a milk carton on the floor and Matthew Jackson and his entourage doubled over with laughter. He flipping had the nerve, I think. I start shaking with rage, and I’m seeing red. I’ve had to deal with Matthew’s shit since my freshman year, and I decide that I am done. I begin to storm up to him, but someone steps in front of me. It’s Stella.

“You asshole.” This was the first time I’d ever heard Stella swear, and by the astonished looks of everyone around me, it was their first time, too. Matthew stops laughing, and his mouth hangs open. “Leave her alone. If you’re going to bully her like that, you’ll have to do it to me.” Stella places her hands on her hips, waiting. We all know that he would do nothing to hurt her, seeing as she’s A) Popular and B) Naturally good-looking. Matthew grunts, and he turns around, and walks away, shoulders hunched, and his gang following close behind him. Stella makes a small hmph noise, and says, “That’s what I thought.”

Laura looks back and forth between her friend and Matthew, then hurries after Matthew, yelling, “Wait up! She didn’t mean it!”

“Heck right I did!” Stella says. She turns around to face me, and begins to say something but I interrupt her, saying politely, “Thank you, but I could’ve handled it myself.” Her eyes widen, and she replies with,

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I mean… Sorry.” I tell her that it’s cool, and head to the bathroom to clean myself up. I wipe the milk from my short, red hair, and curse myself for choosing today to wear my favorite Paramore t-shirt. I throw away the poor paper towels, reapply another coat of plum lipstick, and am on my way to my next class.

When I get to my last class for that day, my History class with the ancient Mrs. Leeman, I sit next to Max after handing in my Trojan War essay. “I heard about lunch,” Max whispers to me. I shrug, and open my textbook to page 97, like Mrs. Leeman wrote to do on the whiteboard. On the top of the page, it says, “World War II.”

I look up from my book just in time to see Mrs. Leeman go up to the front of the classroom, and she says, “Today, I am going to be assigning partners for a group PowerPoint project on World War Two. I know, we’ve already gone over this, but you each will be focusing on a different part of the world during that era.” I groan. I hate group projects from the bottom of my heart, and if Mrs. Leeman will be choosing our partners, who know who I’ll end up with?

She begins to call out names. “Laney will be with Dillon, Rose with Rory, Jaiden and Terrianna, Amalia and Tyler, Parker and Haiden, Sadie with Sean, Taylor and John, Luka and Dean, Saniya with Harry, and Jane with Max,” Max stands up to go join his partner, and my heart drops into my stomach. “So that leaves… Stella and Jenny.” Shit.

I stand up, my face burning red. I go and stand with Stella, who gives me a large, blinding smile, and I give a small one in return. I realize that Stella is a whole lot taller than I am, and I try to stand up a little straighter, because I’m not about to be outdone by Stella Alden. I am still only as tall as her shoulders now. It’s okay. I’m used to being short.

Mrs. Leeman tells everyone which part of the world we would be researching for the WW2 project, and when she gets to Stella and I, she says America. I feel a bit better about this stupid project, since we wouldn’t have to do it on another country. We go and sit down at Stella’s desk, and divvy out responsibilities. I need to collect information on the military, and Stella would focus on the civilian aspect of things. We exchange phone numbers and E-mails, and I go back to my desk, and Mrs. Leeman tells us that when we have finished, we are dismissed for the day.

I go out the classroom door without looking back, and head to my locker. I grab my backpack and my gym clothes, which are in desperate need of a wash. I begin to hurriedly walk outside when someone taps me on the back. I turn around, and see that it is Max. “Hey,” he says.

“What’s up?” I ask. He smiles slightly, and I know exactly what he is going to say before he says it. “Nope. Nu-uh. Not again. I mean it. This is the fourth time this month.” Max has been trying to set me up with a boyfriend for as long as I can remember. He would set up dates for me with guys that I don’t even know, then expect for there to be some sort of spark or something. As much as I love Max, (platonically) I tend to get a tad annoyed whenever he does this. Just a tad. The last one went especially horribly after the guy who I was with tried to kiss me and I kinda freaked out and yelled, “HOLY FUCK NO!” way too loudly and got us kicked out of the restaurant. My bad, I should have known that explicit language was not allowed in that fine eatery.

“Can’t you just accept the fact that I’m perfectly fine being single?” And plus, I like girls. I don’t say that out loud, but I think it. I haven’t told anyone yet, not even Max. I figured it out after I saw this hot ginger in Publix a few weeks ago and had the overwhelming urge to kiss her. I didn’t, (sadly) and I ended up not even saying a word to her. On the drive home, I realized that this may be why I haven’t ever had a boyfriend. ‘Cause I’m a lesbian.

“Nope, I can’t accept it,” Max says, smirking.

“Have you ever thought about the fact you are single? You idiotic goose.” Max smiles.

“What a lovely name. I almost like it. Much better than the usual spread.”

“Shut your mouth, you filthy son of a bitch.” I sigh, and we go out to my car. I unlock the doors, and throw my backpack into the trunk. I am max’s ride to and from his house because he is still fifteen, thus he is not able to drive for another two months. As we pass the park, I turn down the radio, which is up all the way, and ask, “What time, and where? And what’s his name?”

“Five thirty, El Jalisco’s, and Dillon.” I nod, and turn into our neighborhood. I drop him off at his place, which is at the beginning of the six mile long drive to my house. I really like being in the car, the car radio blaring Twenty One Pilots, (ha-ha, get it??) and the bumpy road making my car shake softly.

I pull into the driveway, and get out of the car. I grab my gym clothes from the trunk, but leave my backpack. I’ll get it later. I unlock the front door, and step in. My little sister, Jamie, and my brother, Joshua, aren’t home yet, because Jamie’s only in 6th grade, and Joshua’s in 8th. Middle school doesn’t get out until about 4:30, and they take the bus home, so that means they normally are home at about 4:50-ish, which is good for me, so I have some time to do my homework while the house is quiet, even though I have all weekend to do it. I get started with math, and then move on to science and English. Before I know it, it’s nearly 4:00. I decide to start getting ready for tonight, and head up to my room. I hop in the shower, then wrap myself in a fluffy towel and brush out my short, brown hair. I slap on some heavy eyeliner, mascara, and bright red lipstick, and decide to give whoever I’m on the date with tonight a chance.

I put on my one pair of jeans that don’t have holes in the knees, and a clean Twenty One Pilots t-shirt. In my opinion, I look pretty nice, at least, nicer than usual. I check my phone. 4:30. I go downstairs, and turn on the television. I watch Doctor Who, and Joshua and Jamie come home. They go right into their rooms and get started on their homework. They often complain about how much their teachers make them do, and it always takes all of my willpower not to say, “It’ll only get worse.”

5:15 comes before I know it, and I grab my keys and hit the road. The drive to El Jalisco’s only takes me about ten minutes, so I go ahead and go inside the restaurant. There is a server (who is my age and totally good looking) who shows me to my table. I order a Sprite, and wait for Dillon to show up. Five minutes passes, then ten, and twenty. My waitress keeps coming back and refilling my drink, giving me looks of pity. It takes thirty minutes for me to realize that my date fucking stood me up. I want to blame Max, but he isn’t responsible for the actions of his friend, who I’ve never met but I’m already assuming is a d-bag. I mean, who leaves an amazing girl like me hanging like this?

I pay for my drinks, and leave the restaurant. On the drive home, I think of what a crappy day today has been. I call Max. “Hey, Jenny. How’s the date going?”

“He didn’t show,” I say, stopping at a red light.

“What do you mean?” I don’t respond. “Oh my god, I’m going to kill that-“

“Listen, I have to go. Talk to you tomorrow.” I hang up, and pull into my driveway. I go inside, and see that my Mom is already home from work. She is sitting with Joshua and Jamie at the dinner table, dishing peas onto Jamie’s plate. “Hey honey. Where have you been?”

“Nowhere. I’m going to bed.” I begin to turn around, but my mom says,

“Jenn, why don’t you eat some dinner?” I tell her that I’m not hungry, and go up to my room. This has been a shitty day if there ever was one. I put in my earbuds and get on Tumblr. I have a new message from The_potato_171023, who’s real name is Lizzie. She is someone that I’ve been talking to for a couple of months now. She is my age, and runs a fandom blog, like me. I haven’t talked to her in real life yet, but she is easily my second best friend. She said, Hey. Five minutes ago.

I message Lizzie back, saying, Hey. Wuts up?

She responds immediately, Nothing much. U?

I’ve had a pretty crappy day. Date stood me up, I type.

Sucks. Theyre obviously not worth ur time. Don’t think about it too much. U don’t need them. Ur beautiful. I think about this, and realize that she’s right.

Thx, I type back. I turn off my light, and turn up my earbuds. It doesn’t matter. I’m a fabulous little lesbian, anyways. I decide to come out tomorrow. Look out, world.

There will be a part 2 in a different P.O.V.

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