#♡ ˙ 💌 ✧ — ‧ 𝘱𝘩𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘦 / mabel everly .

[lowskey]

ྀ  ‧ ₊  ✩  ｡ °  ꒰ @unbichiyal​ ꒱ . 💌

               ‘‘  WHO  ARE  YOU  ?  WHAT  ARE  you  doing  here  ,  and  how  did  you  find  this  place  ?  ’’  since  the  sun  had  just  set  ...  did  they  see  her  ...  transform  ?  she  begins  to  worry  ,  the  concern  written  all  over  her  face  as  she  slowly  approaches  the  other.  ‘‘  you  shouldn’t  be  here  ——  it’s  dangerous.  ’’

[lowskey]

                                                    HE'S  RIGHT.  THERE'S  NO  ESCAPING  HER.  that  much  is  evident.  they're  not  together  anymore  ,  not  as  a  romantic  couple  ,  but  neither  of  them  bother  to  completely  disappear  from  the  other's  side.  julian  still  holds  a  special  place  in  her  heart.  ''  thank  you  ,  ''  she  quietly  says.  even  like  this  ,  with  a  past  as  lovers  ,  the  boy  remains  kind  and  patient.  sometimes  she  wonders  what  has  caused  them  to  grow  apart  from  their  love  for  one  another.  ''  any  new  dating  news  ?  been  seeing  someone  ?  i  have  a  hard  time  believing  no  one's  show  any  interest  in  you.  you're  a  catch.  '' / @geyscrs

HIS HOOD IS SLIPPED OVER HIS HEAD, not in the mood to be perceived by anyone other than mabel. " my keys are out in the open because i trust that you wouldn't touch my car. " or at least do anything bad to his car. living with five older sisters prepared him for a lot in life; sharing being one of them. they're in the car and off before they know it. a shuffled song off of spotify lowly playing from his car stereo as they drive through almost empty streets. her hand takes his and he can feel her looking him. julian always knows when she's looking at him. it's peaceful, a quiet contentedness he's always found comfort in. " probably 'cause i literally can't hide from you. i think if i locked my door, you'd find a way to break in and disturb my slumber. " a beat with a fleeting thought has him adding whilst his eyes remain fized on the road, " besides, i don't mind spoling you sometimes. "

[lowskey]

                                                    ''  HEY  ,  I  WOULD  NEVER  —  i  wouldn't  drive  it  through  the  house  !  ''  a  blush  is  left  on  her  cheeks  at  his  hand  ruffling  her  hair  ,  only  for  the  heat  to  intensify  when  he's  casually  placing  a  hand  on  her  back.  ''  for  the  record  :  you  literally  leave  the  keys  out  in  the  open  pretty  much  anywhere.  you  wouldn't  even  miss  them  if  i  went  for  a  drive.  ''  which  she  has  ,  and  it  seems  like  julian  still  hasn't  caught  onto  the  fact.  on  nights  like  these  ,  though  ,  she  prefers  to  go  out  with  him  and  be  the  passenger  princess.  she's  always  been  the  passenger  princess.

                                                    inside  the  vehicle  and  on  their  way  to  the  mcdonald's  ,  mabel  intertwines  their  hands  from  where  the  boy  has  it  rested  on  the  armrest.  she  looks  at  him  ,  and  not  at  the  road.  she's  never  cared  for  the  road  when  there's  julian  to  look  at.  ''  you're  the  only  one  who  does  this  shit with  me.  you  shouldn't  be  indulging  me  so  much.  i'm  spoiled.  my  mother  didn't  raise  me  like  this.  ''

A HAND LANDS HAPHAZARDLY on his own face, an attempt to rub the sleep from his eyes. " you're lucky that i can only count to ten. " julian chuckles, swatting away her finger pointing towards him. he's brought to sit up on the edge of his bed with a whined groan. " you've got the— dude, why do you have my keys? " julian attempts to grab them out of her hand but she's already taking steps back. " okay- okay, i'm up! " he comes to stand before searching his floor for sweatpants. " last thing we need is for you to drive my car through this house. " he's teasing, hobbling into a pair of grey sweatpants and lazily pulling on a hoodie. julian snatches the keys from mabel, toussling her hair before grabbing his nearby wallet. a hand moves to her mid-back to turn her around and lead her out of his room. " c'mon, go on. get. "

[lowskey]

                          ''  TACO  BELL  ...  PERFECT.  ''  a  small  simper  appears  on  her  features  ,  before  a  frown  overtakes  it.  ''  it's  not  about  the  amount  of  licenses  i  should  have  ,  it's  the  rides  that  i  owe  you.  and  do  not  keep  track  of  them  ,  or  i'll  feel  even  more  reluctant  to  continue  my  lessons.  ''

                          she  holds  a  finger  out  ,  as  if  to  warn  him  ,  before  helping  him  get  up  and  pats  down  his  messy  bed  hair.  ''  come.  pull  on  some  pants.  i've  got  the  keys.  ''  at  the  mention  of  the  token  ,  she  jingles  them  in  front  of  his  face  and  then  takes  a  few  steps  back.  ''  leaving  in  ten  ...  nine  ...  eight  ...  seven  ...  ''

" HOW COULD I ANSWER.. when i've been sleepin'.. " julian's cheek is smushed into the pillow, words muffled. he tries to keep hold of the blankets a beat too late, mabel already succeeding in taking away his source of cozy warmth from him. all of his friends thought their dynamic was strange, a tad too comfortable with one another for being exes. julian didn't find it weird. a childish whine escapes him at the idea of getting up, but there's an undenible grumble in his stomach at the offer of food. curse his bottomless appetite, flopping onto his back to get a proper look at his roommate. " god okay fine, but we're doing taco bell or you're walking home. " he's lying, the sleepy man shifting to slowly sit up, a hand running through his messy dark curls. " how many times have i taken you driving by now? you should have like, ten licenses at this rate. " @lowskey

[lowskey]

                          ''  DUDE  —  YOU  COULD'VE  JUST  ANSWERED  ME  earlier  and  it  wouldn't  have  to  come  to  this  point.  ''  at  this  point  ,  they're  even  pulling  the  sheets  away  from  the  resting  body.  given  the  relationship  they  carry  between  each  other  ,  mabel  is  beyond  caring  for  his  well  being  and  would  rather  much  get  this  over  with.  ''  it's  midnight  and  you're  going  to  drive  me  to  the  nearest  fast  food  restaurant  and  we're  going  to  have  a  late  dinner.  ''  who  said  exes  can't  live  together  ?  mabel  and  julian  are  the  prime  example  of  the  perfect  balance  between  being  friends  and  past  lovers.  ''  once  i  have  my  driver's  license  ,  i'll  repay  you  for  all  these  rides.  promise.  '' / @chronicsunshincs

for: @lowskey

" —NO.. " IT'S THE FIRST thing he's said in this now ten minute endeavor. his face presses into the pillow before slowly lifting his head. eyes are hooded, cheek smushed into the cushion while julian finally looks at the culprit trying to get him out of bed. " dude, " his voice is groggy, a sign of a deep sleep. " i'm like, trying to sleep here. you're being mean. " he doesn't know what time it is, or what the other could possibly want, but julian's already dozing off again before he could get an answer.