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“Well, I’m pretty irresistible.”

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

Prince was pissed off, and exhausted and the day wasn’t even nearly over yet. That’s the thing with weekends, it was difficult to get a moment to himself. His phone was buzzing constantly and he wasn’t one to turn down money. He’d actually not gotten any texts earlier in the week or even the day before to pre-deal anything so he’d planned on spending the entire day with Luna having thought he had it to himself. They were going to study together for some big exam they had coming up in school but once he got one text in the morning, he then received just about a hundred more into the afternoon and had to cancel even though he’d much prefer the sound of her repeating what the hell a gamete was until his brain went into meltdown. It was coming into the evening and he was just convincing himself how much he needed the money and could see Luna tomorrow when his phone buzzed. Stacey’s name lit up his phone and in that moment, he decided the money just wasn’t worth it tonight and turned his phone off without checking any of the rest of his messages before driving straight to Luna’s, teetering with the speed limit. He knew Cassie was the last one to come or go because the door was unlocked. He rolled his eyes and locked it behind himself and made his way to Luna’s room. As expected, she was at her desk, studying. He barely acknowledged her but made his presence known as he made his way to her bed to just fall on top of it. He told her she didn’t need to stop on his account but he knew she would drop everything to crawl onto the bed with him, which she did in mere seconds. He sighed and pulled her on top of him, his chin resting on top of her head, lips grazing her forehead. She pointed out that he’d previously said he wouldn’t be seeing her today and he nodded. “I’m fucking wrecked.” He sighed. His hands were on her back, fingers pushing up her shirt to trace shapes into her skin just as an excuse to touch her without really moving much. “I’d rather spend my Sunday night with you.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head, breathing her in as he did so. She cuddled up to him and he knew she was smiling even though he couldn’t see her face. “Well, I’m pretty irresistible.” His lips tugged up in the corners and he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped because she wasn’t even doing anything and already put him in a better mood. He hummed, quietly agreeing with her. They lay like that for a bit, either his hands and lips on her at all times, him humming and grunting in response when she would speak. “I love you.” He rolled his eyes at her words but kissed her nonetheless and finally changed their position by sitting upward. “Did you eat today? Are you hungry?“ He reached across her and picked up her phone to unlock it and pull up a takeaway. “I can order us dinner and you can try tutor me on all the studying I missed out on today.” He kissed her. “Or we could just watch a movie like a normal couple.” Before she could focus on his use of the ‘C’ word, he dialled the number for their regular Chinese takeaway and put in for the same thing they always got. He was feeling curious so he held onto her phone, browsing through her Spotify recents and suggestions before pressing play in one of the playlists so music would flow through her laptop still open on her desk, flooding the room with her favourite songs that he knew so well now. He opened her camera roll, flicking through the images of them. He didn’t recognise himself in the first one he clicked into, he’d never looked in the mirror and seen his smile that wide or his eyes that bright. The pictures carried on quite similar, she always seemed to catch him mid-laugh or kissing her on the cheek or truly just enjoying a moment with her. She was good at capturing images of them together, he noticed. In one picture, which he didn’t even remember being taken, he was gazing at her with so much adoration that while looking at it he couldn’t help but smile. He swiped left and the next image to come up was one of Luna in the mirror; she was dressed in lacy lingerie which he’d seen in a selfie which he now assumed to be from the same photoshoot. She looked amazing, beyond amazing in fact. Just beside him, she was wearing his t-shirt and her hair was tossed into a bun that had seemed to have fallen throughout the day and despite the obvious contrasts he didn’t see much of a difference between her now and in the sexy-lingerie picture. It was still his drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend in each setting. He locked her phone and returned it to her, kissing her on the lips as he did so, for no reason other than just feeling a great deal of admiration for her. “Pick out a movie, I don’t care what. Something new.” Their food came soon after and eventually they were stuffed and comfortably tucked under the covers with Prince occasionally commenting on the direction of the movie they were watching. He didn’t groan as much during animated movies because it was much more difficult to get irritated by cartoon rabbits than bad actors not to mention how sleepy they both were that he was barely focusing on the screen as his eyelids dropped every so often. Luna shifted in the bed, curling up closer against Prince. He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Love you.” He mumbled tiredly before yawning dramatically and suggesting they just go to sleep.

{ v ;; no reason.

Jason smiled brightly and thanked the server who placed his cup of tea down in front of him. As he nodded at the young boy walking away, his eyes caught sight of what he assumed to be an angel, or a mirage, across the room. There was no way a real life human being could look like that. She didn’t notice him gawking at her as she scrolled through her phone, looking somewhat bored. He tried to hear as her name was called and she grabbed her coffee but he couldn’t pick up on it. She grabbed her cup and just as soon he’d caught sight of her, he lost it as she walked out of the coffee shop. He wasn’t sure why he felt such an emptiness once she was gone. She was just so beautiful that he felt he could just look at her all day. He’d only seen her for a fleeting moment but he struggled to get her off his mind for the next few days. He hoped to see her every time he returned to the coffee shop but alas he was disappointed, until one blessed day. He greeted the barista cheerily and ordered his usual. As he was pulling money from his pocket, the sound of laughter distracted him. He looked in the direction of the noise and to his delight, there she was, sat at a table in front of the window. Her head was thrown back in laughter as two girls on either side of her tried to catch their breath. He wanted to know what made her laugh so hard, he wanted to know everything about her. The barista cleared her throat and he was brought back to reality. He nodded and went to his usual table, spacious enough to draw but not so big that he was thieving any groups of a place to sit. It was in the corner but gave him a perfect view of the cafe and today that included the face of the angel he’d dreamt about. Jason often sketched the goings-on of the business but today he couldn’t help but to focus only on one face. He kept stealing glances and partly wished she would catch him, so they could fall in love at first sight, like in all the movies. He went through four cups of tea and a slice of pie before the blonde beauty and her friends stood up to leave. He watched her walk out and hoped that she would maybe look his way as she did so, but not once did she. He sighed and sat back into his seat. Maybe if he saw her again he would approach her. Just maybe.

Jason saw her again, and never approached her. He just didn’t have the nerve to approach someone that was so clearly out of his league. For now, he stuck to sketching her from a distance. It wasn’t a creepy thing, or about him stalking her. She was beautiful, but so many people were, and this was different. It was as if she was made for art. Sometimes she came in alone with the company of just her phone or whatever she was studying, sometimes she was with a group of friends and one time she was with a man who was old enough and similar to her enough that Jason assumed it was her dad or grandfather. The day he finally spoke to her didn’t go nearly the way he had dreamt it, and he had dreamt it in many different ways. It was raining so when she came in alone and shaking off the cold from outside, he expected her to stay in out of the rain. Instead, she ordered a cup to go and spent less than two minutes in the coffee shop. Jason wasn’t really feeling well, and drawing wasn’t helping nor was the place being so crowded because of the rain so he decided to just go home. He ordered a container of soup on his way out and made his way around the corner to his apartment. As he approached his place, he reached into his pocket to pull his keys out but it was difficult to navigate while his non-dominant hand was balancing his notebooks and pencils and the styrofoam cup filled to the brim with hot soup. The rain was pouring down and Jason took a step back to get a better visual of what he was doing but unfortunately he didn’t see or hear anyone coming and suddenly he lost his footing as he backed into someone. He cursed and dropped everything in his hands to quickly turn and catch the stranger he’d just knocked into. “Oh shit, sorry!” Jason was momentarily mesmerised when he realised the person whom he just caught was the girl from the coffee shop. She was even more beautiful up close. He stood up straight, bringing her with him as he held her upright. “Uh, so–sorry abo–about that. I didn’t– I didn’t even, uh, see you.” He’d been so caught up in helping her that he forgot he dropped everything until she apologised right back and then bent down to help him pick everything up. He looked down and as she gathered his notebooks he noticed the only pages that managed to fall out were the dozen sketches of her. His eyes widened, despite being as good as destroyed from the rain, and soup, there was no denying who the focus of the art was. “Shit!” He bent down and hastily finished collecting everything into his arms. “Fuck, I, uh, these aren’t– this, uh, fuck– this isn’t as bad as it looks, I um, fuck I–” She handed a few loose sheets, dripping wet as they were, over to him, illustrations of herself, and for some reason, she apologised yet again for bumping into him. He shook his head, his cheeks 100% flushed now. “I swear I’m–I’m not– like, I’m not some creepy stalker I just, I saw you a few times in–in that coffee shop and I, Jesus, I just thought you’re so fucking beautiful I just had to draw you.” He stopped ranting and rambling to take a deep breath and calm down. “I’m sorry, it’s really, fuck, it’s really not as creepy as it looks.”

“Babe, stop laughing! I was literally shitting myself.” Jason slapped Iola on the arm playfully as they reminisced their youth together. They were both watching the video montage their siblings had put together for their wedding, pausing to remember what was happening in each picture. On the screen in front of them was a nervous looking Jason and a gorgeous Iola on their first date which led to them talking about how they first met. “I was surprised about the fact you didn’t get a restraining order, let alone agreed to go out with me. I liked you so much before I even met you.” He sunk down further in the couch, not losing his hold on Iola’s hand at any given point. Every now and then his fingers would brush the diamond on her ring finger and he would smile. He glanced to her and she was the one smiling now. “Well, I am pretty irresistible.” Jason laughed but he agreed with her completely. They shared a tender moment before finally moving on to press play on the rest of the video.

{ v ;; katie and leo.

“Hey, Prince!” Katie beamed as she walked into the kitchen where he was preparing dinner. She hopped up on the island counter and robbed a slice of bell pepper from the pile of chopped vegetables. She nodded when he asked if she knew Leo wasn’t home yet. “I know, I didn’t want to wait for him at school and I don’t want to go home just to come back so he said I could hang out here and wait.” Prince simply nodded and carried on what he was doing. Katie couldn’t help but to appreciate him even in the simple act of preparing a meal for his family. He was wearing a shirt with short sleeves that showed off his tattoos, a lot of which she knew he’d done himself which to her was even sexier. There was something about the way he was inked to no end, but still highly domesticated that intrigued her. With his back turned to her, she unbuttoned the next two buttons on her school uniform shirt, even though it was already buttoned low enough as was. She hiked up her skirt a little and crossed her legs together, leaning back on the counter. Prince turned back around to collect the vegetables on the counter to scrape into the pan. He didn’t even spare her a glance and she rolled her eyes. “I like your tattoos.” She commented. “I’d love to get one.” She traced her leg with her nails but he wasn’t looking so she decided to re-use that action later. “Maybe you could give me one.” He finally interacted when he chuckled. “I’m sure your dad would love that.” She pouted when he brought up her dad like she was some little kid who had to ask his permission to do anything. “Prince, I can do what I like with my body.” She insisted but he seemed more interested in whatever sauce he was adding to the food in the pan in front of him which was so frustrating to her. She switched her position on the counter, re-crossing her legs the other direction and this time she leaned forward. Prince turned to face her and she thought maybe she was getting his attention with her actions until he asked if she was going to have dinner with them or if she and Leo were going out. She didn’t answer, she was too focused on her mission. “I think if I were going to get a tattoo, I would get a rose on my hip.” She replayed her leg tracing move. “Or maybe along the side of the top of my leg, here.” Her fingers brushed the hem of her skirt, and pushed it up a little as she tried to demonstrate where she’d get inked. Prince didn’t say anything but he didn’t get a chance to because the kitchen door was pushed open and Prince and the boys greeted each other. Katie groaned internally and let go of the material of her skirt to turn and see Leo and Eli walking in. Leo saddled up next to her and he seemed much more impressed by how much skin she had on show. Eli gave her a look that made her feel like she was being judged meanwhile behind them, Luna and Ava entered deep in discussion. The kitchen was starting to feel a little full so Katie sighed and hopped off the counter. Her mood was completely shattered by the sudden influx of people just when she felt like she was getting somewhere. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to do by speaking to Prince the way she was and showing off but she wouldn’t be able to figure it out if she was interrupted every time she tried. Eli and Prince started chatting and Katie wrapped a hand around Leo’s arm to drag him out of the room. She glared at him. “I thought it was just us hanging out.” She didn’t know why she was so annoyed, the twins were her best friends. She loved hanging out with them and their presence wasn’t a burden. Leo clearly didn’t understand her attitude either, insisting she never has a problem with them. She sighed, feeling bad for placing her mood on him and whined that she just wanted to be alone with him for a while. He grinned and shrugged. “Well, I am pretty irresistible.” She felt even worse that he was so inclined to being alone with her like that when she’d just been flirting with his dad moments ago. There was something so cute about the way he was smiling at her and despite the guilt churning in her gut, she giggled and nodded. “You are irresistible.” Despite herself, she kissed him on the cheek. Sighing, she pulled back. “But unfortunately for you, I’ll just have to resist you since you invited the Kramp Twins.” With that she left him to return to the kitchen, this time giving up on Prince to attach herself to Luna and Ava’s sides.

“Don’t lie to me.”

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

The sound of Matt and Nick discussing the last few girls they’d hooked up with at parties was starting to bore Prince, even if he wasn’t ‘technically’ not single he wouldn’t care for it. He rolled his eyes and took out his phone to send a text to Luna who was just sat across the room from him so he could slyly bitch about the lads. The messages between them began speeding back and forth, transitioning far away from his initial innocent message. “Who are you texting?” He looked up at Matt who was eyeing him suspiciously. Prince shrugged and made up something about work. Matt didn’t buy it. He’d spotted Prince smiling at his phone. “He’s hardly texting a girl. He hasn’t hooked up with anyone in months.” Prince looked to Nick. “Unlike you idiots, I keep my private life private. You wouldn’t know.” Unfortunately for Prince, that shifted the conversation to his love life, or lack thereof in everyone but Luna’s eyes. It became like a competition for them to name out everyone he’s slept with or hooked up with. He wasn’t sure if it was because Luna was present or just his private life being talked about in general that irritated him more with the topic at hand. “The last girl he shagged was Jade, the girl from the bar.” One pointed out to which the other shook his head and chimed in that it was Sky, which made both of them laugh in unison. Looking across the room, he couldn’t tell if Luna was interested in what Nick and Matt had to say or if she was annoyed by it. “No, it was definitely Jade. The last girl he liked was Sky.” Prince’s gaze remained on Luna and he pursed his lips together and held in a sigh when he noticed her expression changed. “Shut the fuck up. I didn’t like her.” He felt five years old in the playground arguing about whether or not he had a crush on a girl, but unlike harmless playground banter this argument would lead to an even bigger one later on. He really didn’t need it. However, having the friends he had meant he was going to get it regardless as Matt and Nick started relaying the intimate details they were privy to in relation to his fling with Sky, from when he’d first spotted her and immediately voiced his opinion of how attractive she was, to listing the times they hooked up. Prince glared at Matt “I’m literally never telling you fucking anything ever again.” He was ignored. “You even gave her free drugs.” Prince groaned and sat back in his seat, hoping for the couch cushions to swallow him hole. “I give loads of people free drugs. It’s a perk of the job. I’m a fucking dealer, I have drugs.” Eager to move swiftly along, he tried to change the subject, switch the focus. “Can neither of you focus on something other than my life? Nick shagged her, too.” Prince didn’t choose his words wisely, something he realised when the pair started accusing him of being jealous. As the mocking progressed, across the room Luna made up some excuse about being swamped with homework before storming out of the room. Like that wasn’t half obvious, Prince thought to himself. “Strange that she would leave while we’re talking about your girlfriend.” Prince glanced between his friends, eyes narrowed suspiciously. It felt like they knew what they were doing, like they’d orchestrated all of this on purpose. He reminded himself there was no way they knew anything and he stood up, exasperated. “Or maybe she didn’t want to listen to the two of you fuck-heads anymore. I know I don’t.” Prince shot a text to Luna and he quickly received a response in the form of ‘Fuck off’. He only just reached the front door but the text pissed him off enough to return to the living room. Nick and Matt were in hysterics, which further fuelled his anger. Without warning, he swung his fist against Nick’s jaw, knocking him off the side of the couch. He glared at Matt but didn’t hit him. “Next time I tell you two to shut the fuck up, just do it.” With that he made his departure to the sound of the boys still giggling together, heading for Luna’s flat. His over-the-top aggression and haste to leave so quickly after Luna was probably a dead give away but he didn’t care.

He showed up at her flat, insisting the lads had just been over-exaggerating the details. “Don’t lie to me.” She snapped back, obviously not in the mood for his excuses. It just pissed him off. “I’m not fucking lying. I didn’t date Sky, not like they made it out anyway.” When Luna previously asked about who he’d dated in the past, he’d tried to brush past it because he didn’t really care for any of the other girls so it didn’t feel important. He’d never had a girlfriend nor did he ever have feelings for them like with Luna and that was the truth. He didn’t expect it to bite him in the ass and the way she was pushing him towards the door did all the arguing for her. He cursed and pushed her hands off his chest, moving around her so he was no longer closest to the exit route. Prince didn’t know why Matt and Nick were acting up so much today but what he did know was that he seriously regretted agreeing to hang out with them. “You’re a fucking idiot, if you listen to those dickheads.” The insult was to get her attention but he was also semi-serious because Matt and Nick as a duo were the biggest fools on the planet, despite being his best friends. Their intention was obviously to rile Prince up, and Luna allowing their words to impact her so much meant they succeeded. The only response Prince finally got was a string of insults in Spanish but it was something, at least. The next while was spent as such, arguing and snapping at one another. He groaned tiredly, standing up from his place on the edge of her bed. “Luna, I didn’t lie to you. I didn’t fucking have a relationship or whatever-the-fuck with Sky, or anyone for that matter.” She crossed her arms over her chest and insulted him in Spanish again, well he assumed it was an insult. He sighed. “Just shut up. You’re the only fucking person who has ever ‘dated’ me. You’re my girlfriend, first and last.” He realised what he said and immediately felt the heat rush to his cheeks. He rubbed at his face, as if he could wipe the flushness away. He was still more focused on calming her down than his accidental promise for forever. “If you let Matt and Nick get in the way then that’s your fucking problem but I think it’s a waste of time.”

{ v ;; no reason.

Jason was occupied playing Mario Kart on his phone when Iola spoke his name, he barely responded. “Who’s this?” He hummed back a disinterested ‘who?’ in response but didn’t look at her, eyes on his own screen. Clearly annoyed, she nudged him, and hard. He groaned when his phone fell from his hand and he fell back in the race. He looked at her impatiently. “What?” She showed her phone to him, pointing at a comment under his most recent Instagram photo of him and Iola cuddled up that his flatmate had gotten of them. A friend from home had commented with heart-eye and flame emojis. He shrugged. “That’s Una,” he glanced at Iola, unaware that she didn’t have innocent assumptions about the comment. “I’ve never told you about her? She’s a friend from Scotland.” He wanted to return his attention to his own phone, back to the game, when Iola opened Una’s Instagram and started browsing through her pictures. He raised an eyebrow, unsure of Iola’s angle here but when Iola mentioned Una being pretty, Jason knew better than to agree so he remained silent. She got a few rows down before a picture of him popped up and she clicked into it. It was a two-part image, the first picture of them from the Christmas just gone by, wrapped in scarves and wooly hats, and the second image was from them from when they were way younger, somewhere in his early teens. He smiled at how stupid he looked in the second picture, and how young but Iola didn’t seem as amused. She pointed out how close they seemed, also noting how he’d previously mentioned he didn’t talk to anyone in Scotland anymore. He shrugged and defended their friendship. He did only really speak to her when he went home and she was the only person of his old group of friends he still considered a friend. He didn’t understand what the big deal was and he certainly didnt expect it when Iola asked if there’d ever been anything between them. He laughed, he couldn’t help it. “Definitely not, I’ve never been interested in her.” Not sharing his amusement, she spoke with a more pointed tone. “Don’t lie to me.” Jason frowned. “I’m not lying to you. I’ve never had feelings for her in anyway. I promise.” Iola still seeming unconvinced and unimpressed, Jason tried to lighten the mood by taking her phone out of her hand. He explained that Una wasn’t interested in men, and even if she was he wouldn’t go out with her in a million years with or without having known Iola. Although she still seemed somewhat jealous, she allowed him to pull her into his arms and kiss her gently. Feeling like the topic was finally dropped, he suggested they order dinner and watch something on tv. When she got up to go to the kitchen to grab a takeout menu, he reflected on what she said about Una and it was only then he remembered that even though he was telling the truth about having no romantic involvement with her, she was his first kiss and vice versa. It was to dispel rumours about her when they were teenagers so he figured Iola wouldn’t care. She returned and fell onto the couch beside him. “I completely forgot,” he explained the kiss to Iola, expecting a humorous reaction because it was so innocent. He noticed the frown on her face and tried his best to keep her calm. “I was just fifteen and it never meant anything. It’s not as if you have to worry, right?”

{ v ;; Katie and Leo.

Katie’s fond of the annual trip to the coast with her friends, even if it is a reminder of the loss of her mother. There wasn’t a day where Katie didn’t think about her mother so the trip wasn’t any more sad than a normal day. It was more of a celebration of her life than commiseration of death anyway. It was nice to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city to just be with the people she loved the most. It was usually quite peaceful, give or take a few small arguments. She enjoyed the stories her mothers friends told about her, the funny to the sweet. Tonight they’d been talking a lot about when her mother lived in Paris and as she curled up under the covers she couldn’t help but think about everything they’d said, how Cassie just up and left and didn’t look back. Did she love Paris that much? Nobody ever said it but Katie knew the main reason she returned to London was because she was sick. They always insisted it was to be with Luna while she was becoming a mother and while that did sound like her mum, she couldn’t believe that was the only reason. Something else she knew that nobody ever mentioned was if her mother had never fallen ill, she herself probably wouldn’t exist. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice the bedroom door open and someone sneak in until she felt Leo’s hand on her shoulder, causing her to jump. He shushed her and assured it was just him. She let out an unsteady breath and moved over in the bed to invite him to join her. She rested her head against his chest and snaked her arms around his waist. If her dad walked in it wouldn’t just be her mother’s death they’d be focusing on but if they were quiet there’d be no reason for him to come in. Leo was good at distracting her and they managed to talk about everything except for what was on her mind and he even made her feel better. They were laughing so much at one point that Katie feared for Leo’s life that they were going to wake her dad across the hall. Trying to calm herself between laughs she pressed her hand to his mouth. “Oh my god, you’re so fucking loud.” But she couldn’t even hold in her own laughter so she pulled the covers from both of them and nodded for him to follow her. They managed to stay calm as they took each step slowly down the stairs. She snuck a bottle of whiskey from the alcohol cabinet and met him at the back door. In another year or two they could get drunk with their parents on this trip but for now they had to sneak it. Leo grabbed a blanket and the pair snuck to the end of the garden where the property met the beach and deck chairs and wooden stumps surrounded where the group had gathered around a blazing fire earlier. It was much colder now, though. “It’s still lighting a little bit.” Katie pointed out, hinting for Leo to go build to the fire, which he did by adding wood to it. She beamed and opted to sit down on a log instead of a chair. She shivered and before he draped the blanket over the two of them, Leo stripped of his hoody and offered it up. She didn’t even pretend to worry about him being cold because his hoodies always just engulfed her in warmth and his scent was comforting. They’d calmed down from their giggling fit and Leo asked what was wrong with her. She frowned, not thinking she’d even given a vibe that anything was wrong in the first place because they’d been having such a good time. “Nothing.” She shrugged, earning a sigh and an eye roll. “Don’t lie to me.” She bit on her lip and made that a good a time as any to unscrew the cap on the bottle of Jameson. “Does your dad have shares in this company? He should.” She took a swig and handed it to him. Her gaze settled on the fire, growing in the darkness and she sighed. “If my mum hadn’t got sick, I wouldn’t be alive.” She ignored whatever reaction Leo had. “Maybe she wouldn’t have married my dad.” She wished she knew more about her parents relationship but her dad never seemed to want to talk about it or her mum. The most she knew she learned from Luna or Matt and from that she figured out her dad had loved her mum since he was very young but that didn’t really explain why they weren’t together all that time but considering her situation with Leo it was difficult to judge. She shrugged. “Maybe she wanted to just stay in France and never have kids. I mean, there’s no way I was planned. Who purposely gets pregnant when their life is a ticking time bomb?” She took another swig from the bottle but despite the sad topic, she was starting to feel better. She opened up to Leo more than anyone else and he was good with her, he knew what to say and do with her to make her smile. They talked for a bit until a wolf-whistle pulled them from their conversation. She pulled her head from resting on Leo’s shoulder to see the twins approaching them. She didn’t mind, Leo had cheered her up enough that she welcomed the company. Ava took the bottle from her and took her place in a deck chair across from them. Katie beamed at them. “I was wondering when my favourite couple were going to join us.” Just because they were here to remember Katie’s mother, didn’t make her eligible to escape insults from Eli which was exactly what she received in return for another incest joke. Leo retaliated back to Eli in her honour while Ava enjoyed the playful drama. Katie chuckled between the back and forth and reached for the bottle from Ava. “Right, let’s get drunk, shall we?” Under the blanket she squeezed Leo’s hand to assure him he’d made her feel better, allowing them to move on and just have fun until the sun came up.

{ b ;; partners in crime.

Prince knocked on Matt’s bedroom door, cautious as he poked his head in. He first noted that Matt was alone so he shuffled in. He was about to just lay down on the bed but he decided to check it was safe to do so. “Have you shagged anyone since the last time you washed those sheets?” Matt considered it for a moment and went to speak. “Uhh–” Prince interrupted him: “In here, obviously.” Matt shook his head so Prince nodded and skulked over to the bed, falling down next to Matt who was still blinking in the light of midday, making Prince realise he’d just woken him. He didn’t say anything, lay silently as he let Matt wake up a little bit more. Matt picked up his phone and just let Prince lie there silently, didn’t really question him. He knew something was wrong but he also knew Prince wasn’t going to be pushed to talk about it. Prince’s phone buzzed and he pulled it from his pocket to see if it was Luna. Instead, Matt had sent a selfie of the two of them into the group chat. Matt was beaming and pointing to Prince who was just laying emotionless. He checked if Luna opened it. She didn’t. He sighed and dropped his phone to the bed. “Did you watch the video I sent you last night?” Prince glanced at Matt, furrowing his eyebrows. Matt had sent him a lot of stupid texts the night previous, and every other day for that matter. He couldn’t recall a video but he nodded and said yes to avoid being forced to watch it. “Don’t lie to me.” Matt knew him too well and went into their messages to click on the last message from him, the YouTube app popping up then. ‘Racoon eats grapes with his little hands’ was the title of the video and Prince rolled his eyes but Matt was snickering, pointing out the very little hands. He looked to his best friend who had been awake for all of fifteen minutes and was in hysterics at a video of a racoon eating grapes. Could it be possible he had gotten high while sleeping? Prince just had to wonder. Matt started typing in the search box and to save himself from watching another video, Prince decided to reveal what was going on. “I’ve really fucked it this time.” Matt had only managed to type in the word ‘Sponge’ but he directed his focus to Prince, urging him to go on. “With Luna.” As if that wasn’t completely obvious. He relayed their latest fight, sometimes interrupting his own story with a complaint against her actions. “She’s so fucking infuriating.” He groaned and threw his head back against the pillow, partially wishing it was a harder surface. Matt somehow seemed to be level-headed when it came to other peoples relationships, Prince’s in particular. He imparted wisdom that, while true, just annoyed Prince further and he didn’t want to admit he was wrong even though he partially knew he was. He sighed and ignored everything encouraging Matt said about Prince and his relationship, which would have been helpful if he wasn’t so focused on his own opinions. “I honestly can’t stand her right now.” The sound of Matt tsking was more annoying than any of the points he’d made but not as annoying as him accusing Prince of loving Luna. He did, and he’d told her as much but right now he was sure that must be hatred pumping through his blood, and so he rebounded with exactly that. Matt nodded like he didn’t buy Prince’s story. “The most important question now is– why are you with her?” Prince blinked up at Matt solemnly before refocusing his gaze on the ceiling. Many, many reasons swirled around his brain. Her mind, her heart, her empathy, the way she spoke about things she loved and things she hated with such passion, her ambition, just to name a few. He shrugged. “I like kissing her.” He looked at Matt when he called Prince ‘adorable’ for the reason he provided and Prince realised just how cringe-worthy his answer was. He sighed and hit Matt on the arm. “Shut up.” Matt, as always, was un-phased by Prince– his slight embarrassment, the heat in his cheeks, and the frown on his face. Both of their phones buzzed and if just to escape the moment, Prince picked his up. It was a notification from Luna in the group chat, in response to the selfie Matt sent in. He opened it, a picture of her smiling brightly with the caption ‘my favourite boys’ with heart and heart-eyed emojis on the screen. At least that meant she wasn’t mad enough at Prince since their last argument to not dote over him. He smiled at the image, just admiring her face in it for a moment. “My heart just swells at you two.” Prince spared Matt a glance, and an eye-roll before he got off the bed. Matt asked where he was going and Prince didn’t turn around on his way out. He didn’t thank Matt for the talk, or any of the advice or teasing but it was semi-appreciated. “I’m going to show my girlfriend a video of a raccoon eating grapes.” He slammed the door behind him.

“Fuck you.”

{ v ;; the princess and the moon.

The glass in Prince’s hand hit the bar and he immediately ordered another round. Beside him, Nick chuckled and commented on how quickly he was going through his drinks but meanwhile finished his own for a new one and despite themselves, they clinked their glasses. Prince’s phone buzzed, Luna’s face lighting up the screen. He turned the phone over just as their drinks were handed to them. “Trouble in paradise?” Nick chimed in and Prince shrugged. Normally he would tell Nick to mind his business, but he didn’t have anyone else to talk to. He wouldn’t go running to Nick if he was sober and had an issue, like he used to do with Matt, and he couldn’t talk to Luna. He called to the barmaid for a couple of shots for them. “I have a question.” He turned to Nick. “Did you know Cass was going to leave? I know she didn’t tell you but did you suspect anything?” Nick was obviously taken aback by the question but he shook his head anyway. Four shots were placed in front of them and they both devoured one each before Nick spoke, insisting he would have never expected her to go away without saying goodbye to her. Prince nodded. “Would you have preferred if she said goodbye?” Nick chuckled. “That’s a stupid question.” But Prince disagreed, arguing that at least all Nick had to deal with was her being gone, he didn’t have to beg her to stay, or get shot down or think there was anything he could do. “She still should have said goodbye. The only person it was easier for her to not say goodbye was her.” Prince considered Nick’s words before downing his second shot. Nick followed in suit. The drunker they got, the easier it was to talk openly and the shots really helped them get along. Prince sighed, suddenly feeling like an open book. “I nearly broke up with Luna the other day. She left before I could.” He recalled their argument where he snapped at her even though she wasn’t really doing anything in particular, ordering her to get out of his flat. They hadn’t spoken much since that day. Nick looked surprised at first but then he laughed and commented on how no one could just have a normal relationship in their group of friends. Prince wasn’t sure why but he joined in on the laughing, clinking their glasses together as if how dysfunctional their group was was humorous at all. Some time later, and the bar was winding down. Prince and Nick had moved to a booth after buying a whole bottle of whiskey to share so they wouldn’t have to go to and from the bar for drinks. A couple who would alternate between singing and dancing together to fighting remained, as well as a group of teens that Prince was sure were underage but the bartender didn’t seem to care and one lonely old drunk who was close to falling asleep whenever his drink got too low. Prince and Nick didn’t really fit in. “I don’t understand why she didn’t just fucking tell me about them.” Nick, inebriated beyond belief, looked up from his drunk, clueless. “Who? About who?” Prince sighed. “Fucking Luna! I don’t get how Luna could keep something so fucking big from me. I don’t care how long she knew about it for. Why didn’t she fucking tell me when she fucking found out?” Drunk him had been pretty zen moments ago but he was working himself into a frenzy now. He didn’t expect Nick to provide him with a logical response, but it ended up being more logical than Prince wanted. “I don’t think she knew for very long, but you’ve known about me–” He hiccupped. “You’ve known about my work for years and she’s still in the dark.” He shrugged and if it wasn’t for the fact that he was looking past Prince and not at him, it would be hard to guess he was even drunk, because he had such a point. “So what’s that about?”

“Prince?” He could tell she was annoyed that he was appearing at her doorstep so late, in such a state, after ignoring her for so long. He was too drunk, and upset, to care. He stepped forward, stumbling into the flat. Annoyed with him as she was, he felt her hold him steady. “Can I stay here tonight?” Knowing she wasn’t going to throw him into the streets whilst off his face, she agreed and guided him to her room. He struggled to undress but did so down to his boxers. He fell into the bed and it took some awkward shuffling before they managed to get comfortable together. The room was spinning a little bit less now that he was tucked into her bed. “I’m drunk.” He whispered, like it was a secret. He wrapped his arm around her waist and tucked his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and just engulfing in her warmth. It was so comforting he forgot how angry he’d been in the pub just an hour ago. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, dozing into a deep, whiskey-induced darkness almost immediately, as Luna comfortingly rubbed at his back. When he woke up, it was to a blinding brightness and a thumping pain behind his eyes. “Fucksake.” He groaned as the sunlight burned his line of vision. He pulled the covers up over him and sunk further into the bed. He was no longer curled around Luna but was on his stomach, his legs and arms spread out taking up as much room as humanly possible. Distantly, he heard Luna’s voice greet him and he groaned, again, as he remembered showing up pissed the night before. He waited until the pounding eased a little in his mind before he pulled the covers off his face. Across the room, Luna was standing by her closet, getting ready for the day. Exhausted, he wondered aloud what time it was. He felt like he’d slept for hours but it was only just past 8am. He rubbed at his eyes with the palms of his hands. He couldn’t not feel groggy as his hangover latched onto him with a brutal grip. The thought of getting up just seemed foreign to him. There was no way he could function like a normal human being and Luna seemed to pick up on that, informing him he could just stay in her bed while she was in college for the day. “Fucking Nick.” He uttered, ignoring her because he’d planned on doing that anyway. “I’m never going drinking with him again.” He felt around the bedside table for his phone, not sure what he’d done with it the night before. She appeared at the bedside, handing it to him. She’d pulled it from his pants pocket to plug in to charge this morning, pointing out she figured it died last night when he stopped replying. He glanced up at her wearily, knowing he’d started ignoring her long before the phone died but she was being so nice to him now that he felt guilty so he just nodded in agreement. In a moment of weakness, and unlike him as of late, he wrapped his hand around hers. “D’you have to go to college today, babe? Can’t you stay?” He wasn’t sure where the neediness in his voice was coming rom, whether it was the hangover or him trying to convince himself to salvage the relationship. But he knew she couldn’t, partly knew she would if she could but she had to attend and she couldn’t lose attendance marks just because her idiot boyfriend was hungover and feeling clingy. He sighed and nodded in understanding. He rolled back over onto his stomach but before she left, mumbled “love you” in a tired voice and then she was gone. He didn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts but unfortunately he had no choice as he couldn’t fall back asleep. His memories from the night before came flooding back, his conversations with Nick; Nick insisting Luna had way less to be sorry for than Prince and Prince not being able to care about how hypocritical he was being, Nick admitting he wished Cassie had said goodbye even if it would have hurt, Prince realising the only reason he asked was because he wasn’t sure whether or not he would say goodbye if he were to leave. His phone buzzed, causing him to flinch because he was still feeling quite fragile. A text from Nick, asking if Prince and Luna were still together. He then remembered insisting he was going to finish things with her and regretted opening up to Nick about it because Nick just couldn’t be trusted with that information. He groaned and just dropped his phone to the mattress and attempted to sleep. The next time he woke up he felt a little better. It was well into the afternoon and he hadn’t stirred once. He picked up his phone, ignoring the few messages from customers. He text Luna to ask her when she’d be back so they could have dinner together. He also sent a text to Nick, claiming his hangover was worse than it was and he couldn’t remember the night before just so he wouldn’t have to reflect anything he’d said about Luna. He opened up Instagram and the first thing to come up was a post by Pandora. The first image was of some trees and the hood of a car, clearly taken from the passenger seat of a car. Prince swiped and the next photo was of Panda and Matt, cuddled up together with Panda smiling brightly. Suddenly Prince’s hangover was worse than ever, his stomach churning heavily. He rolled his eyes and groaned but it just so happened to be when Luna returned, walking into the bedroom. He hadn’t even heard the front door opening so when she asked what was wrong, he jumped slightly. He sighed and shook his head, moving over in the bed to welcome her to join him. They had an evening that, for the first time in a while, felt like the old them. They ordered dinner and put a movie on which he ranted and raved about every scene, later followed by sex and pillow talk. Plenty of Prince’s hands cupping Luna’s face and whispering “you’re beautiful” occupied their time late into the night. His hangover was almost completely gone by the time they settled into bed to sleep for the night and despite how tired he’d been all day, he now couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about everything he’d said to Nick the night before. He’d insisted he couldn’t trust Luna. Lying here with her half-sleeping softly in his arms, he didn’t know the man from the night before. There was nobody he trusted more. So why did he feel so angry? Why had he been so mean, and cold lately? He just didn’t understand and the more he thought about it, the more upset he would get. He unwrapped himself from around Luna and went about picking up his clothes and getting dressed. She asked what was wrong with him and he couldn’t hold it in.

“I really don’t understand why the fuck you didn’t tell me about Matt and Panda.” He felt slip out and suddenly they certainly were no longer wrapped together comfortably anymore. “I don’t care if you only knew for a fucking month or week or hour and it’s not even about them. You fucking lied to me, Luna.” He was silent for a moment as he pulled his shirt over his head. “And I don’t trust you.” The first time he’d said that was when he was pissed with Nick last night and now saying it to her he still wasn’t sure he meant it. He just didn’t get why they hid stuff from each other, if they trusted each other so much and Prince could no longer ignore it. Luna got out of bed now, visibly irritated that he couldn’t just let all of this go. He wished he could, but he couldn’t. He was so angry, all of the time and the fact that today was their first good day in a while was obviously an issue. He thought he loved her but Nick had a point. Why was he so angry about her lying when he’d done the same for much longer? Luna stepped closer to him and he retreated. “I can’t do this. I’m fucking sick of pretending I’m not pissed off just because you think I need to get over it.” She could see what he was leading up to and he knew it. He frowned and was quiet as he finished getting dressed. Her hand wrapped around his, a weak attempt that neither of them believed would make him stay. He sighed. “Let go.” And she did, providing him with a strong “fuck you” if he really went through with this, if he really broke up with her for something so stupid. It didn’t feel stupid to him. She warned him not to walk out that door, but he didn’t even look at her as he did so. “Yeah, fuck you too.” But this time his words weren’t angry, they were sad and his voice cracked because he still didn’t have faith in his actions but he went through with it. He paused at her front door, considered going back to her room and apologising. Instead, he wrapped a hand around his left wrist and pulled her fathers watch off. He left it on the table by the front door and left with a weight he’d never known on his chest.

{ v ;; protection. because why not!!

Cassie beamed at Nick as he mocked and made fun of the characters singing on screen, singing along to the Dionne Warwick song, Nick doing it in a far camper tone than Rupert Everetts character. She stopped laughing and shushed him as the next scene came on. “Shut up, shut up! This scene is important.” Her head fell down to his chest as he followed her instruction and settled down. With her ear pressed against his chest, she could hear his heart beating, rapidly in fact and she knew it was their close proximity causing it. Nick never really tried to hide it, his feelings. To his friends, maybe. He would deny being anything more than just friends but it was more about that being what she wanted and his inclination to not succeed in relationships rather than his pride. If she ever hinted the feelings were returned then maybe he would declare his love at the top of his voice, but not now. For now, he would laugh off the word love and boast about his many conquests instead. A man made to break hearts, at his own claim. She could feel his thumb brushing against her arm, rubbing circles under her shoulder. She’d watched this movie a thousand times but for some reason it was getting to her as they watched Julia Roberts characters heart break at the hands of her best friend’s words; “If you love someone, you say it. You say it, right then. Out loud.” On screen the moment passed them by, and off-screen Cassie sat up, turning away from Nick. She loved him, she always had. He was her best friend, he would do anything for her. She always tried to convince herself that that didn’t meant she owed him sex, or a relationship but he wasn’t pushing for that, ever. Nick was satisfied with being just friends if it meant being in each others lives, despite the occasional flirt. He loved her that much to settle. “Are you crying?” Nick put his hand on her shoulder. “I’m not crying.” She insisted, pulling her sleeve over her hand to wipe at the tears that were very clearly falling even with her back to him. He scooted to right beside her at the edge of the bed. He frowned and pushed her hands aside to wipe her face for her, but his gentle touch just upset her even more and she couldn’t fathom why. “I’m sorry.” She shook her head and the hand cradling her face was too much so she stood up. Her hands covered her face, she wished she could control the tears but her eyes were a waterfall, her nose too it seemed. She sniffled and behind her she heard Nick’s footsteps grow distant. Just a moment later he returned from the bathroom with tissue, forcing her hands away from her face. “Tell me what’s wrong. I don’t know what happened.” It was as if the nicer he was, the more upset she got. Eventually she calmed down, unsure where the breakdown actually came from. She looked up at Nick who seemed worried she was going to literally crumble in front of him. She felt bad, for worrying him and for not being as kind to him as her was to her. “I’m such a terrible friend.” She sighed out, falling back onto the bed. He joined her. “To Luna, I literally never supported her relationship with Prince. They’re still together, it’s been years and we still always fight about it. I never ask her about him, I never share her joy when he does something nice and I constantly groan and bitch about him.” That wasn’t really what she was upset about, Cassie didn’t like Prince and she couldn’t control that, she would change it if she could. Nick’s hand on her back usually calmed her down but the touch was unnerving this time. She stood up again. “And not just to Luna.” She glanced at him and it was almost endearing how clueless he looked, not knowing she meant him as if she was feeling bad for not asking Matt how he was enough. She laughed, but only because of how ridiculous it was that he didn’t already know what she was talking about which only made her almost tear up again. “I’m sorry.” His eyebrows furrowed together. They’d gone from carelessly enjoying one of her favourite movies, to her crying and talking about Luna out of nowhere. It wasn’t hard to understand his confusion. “I say bad friend, but I’m not just a friend am I? That’s not it.” Finally, the realisation set into his features. “Cassie, I don’t—” she pressed her hand to his mouth, shaking her head slowly. “Stop. You kick girls out when I want to hang out, you come and pick me up in the middle of the night, you knock anyone out that even looks at me the wrong way. Nick, you hold me in your arms when I cry and you kiss my forehead and play with my hair. You love me,” Her voice cracked but she managed to hold in the waterworks. “Just say it. Tell me, just this once. It’s only us.” If a bomb went off, neither of them would notice. They were wrapped up in each other, gazing into each other like there was nothing else in the world to see but one another. She blinked, and the more time that went by, the shakier her hands got. She placed them on either side of his face, nails tracing the stubble on his jaw. Her voice was raw, almost inaudible. “Nick, just say it.” Silence lingered for even more time. He looked like he wanted to speak, but he wasn’t. He wasn’t saying anything, so she kissed him. It wasn’t their first kiss. He’d made the moves on her twice when he was drunk. Another time they kissed because he wanted her to prove they had no chemistry. When she woke up in the hospital and admitted she hadn’t been eating, he kissed her then and promised to take care of her. Nick responded immediately, wrapping both arms around her waist to pull her onto his lap. Eventually, Cassie pulled back albeit a little breathless. She rested her forehead against his but didn’t open her eyes until she felt like she could breathe without her lungs exploding. “I love you, Nick. Just say it back.” She was hyperaware of his hands on her back, a burning touch, but she was too focused on trying to get this confession out of him. He shook his head. “I do but I–” She kissed him again for just a moment just to stop him talking. “No, Nick, fuck you. No buts, no excuses, no ‘I’m a heartbreaker, I’m no good’ bullshit, just say it!” And he did, he said those three words. He said them so often but it was never charged with this much emotion, with this energy. In the background, Julia Roberts had failed to get the guy. In the foreground, Cassie was being rolled onto her back by the guy.

The next morning, Cassie woke up with the sun. She blinked into the sunlight and remembered she was in Nick’s room. Not only was she in his room, or his bed because neither of those things were unusual. She was naked and so was he and their hands were intertwined on top of his chest. She gazed at him in the fresh morning light. He looked beautiful, a little rough around the edges but beautiful nonetheless. In sleep, he was peaceful. And she allowed her mind to run free, to recall every kiss and touch and brush from the night before. She considered waking him up to do it again but when she nudged him he didn’t budge so she decided to leave the heavy sleeper alone. She then considered doing it again in the future, and again and again. Maybe with less emotion, maybe just because they were bored on a lazy Sunday, or for fun on a Tuesday afternoon. She imagined doing it in his car instead of their daily jogs, or in the living room at her house where they would laugh when Luna would find out. She thought about Luna finding out. Would she approve? She looked down on Luna’s relationship because she didn’t trust Prince, but he’d never hurt a girl like Nick had. The evidence wasn’t there like it was for Nick and Nick was right. He was a heartbreaker, he would break her heart. Slowly, she pulled the covers off her body and dressed as quietly as she could. She held her shoes between her fingers and tip-toed out. Maybe they should have just gone with Nick’s idea and watched Fight Club last night.

{ b ;; baby squad. just for lols

Katie and Ava were arguing over which main character in whatever Netflix show they were watching was the hottest, flinging popcorn at each other every time someone made a stupid point. The sound of the shower running played faintly in the background. She liked living with the twins, but always felt like they were missing their fourth band member in Leo. It wasn’t as if living with them would benefit him in anyway, he had no interest in attending university with them and her was learning valuable skills that suited him at home. Still, it would be nice to have the fourth piece of the puzzle with them. “I think De Luca is hot.” Katie was just about to point out why everything was wrong with that statement when there was a knock on the door. Expecting it to be the food they ordered, Katie went to answer. To her surprise, a girl about their age stood on the other side of the door. She was dressed nice which led Katie to believe she wasn’t delivering on behalf of Dominos. “Is Eli here?” The girl asked and Katie raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You must be Georgia! God, you’re so gorgeous— totally out of his league.” Katie pulled the girl into a hug and introduced herself before insisting Georgia step inside and come join them in the living room. “Eli’s still getting ready, it takes a while to look that ugly.” She didn’t bother to inform him his date was here. He could figure it out on his own. Ava and Georgia greeted each other. Katie was the last to meet the mystery girl because she’d spent the last week and a half at home with her daughter while she was sick. It was time for her to have her fun. “It’s so good of you to date Eli. Do you usually do charity work or is this a first?” Ava laughing at her and telling her to shut up caused Katie to shrug. “No, I’m serious. You’re a saint, Georgia. And looking past the herpes? You’re doing god’s work!” Katie was having fun and it was to her delight that Eli’s girlfriend, or whatever she was to him, was well able to take a joke, though she figured that was a must considering who she was dating. “It must be hard for you though, the sister wife thing.” “Huh?” “Oh I just mean I personally would think dating a guy who shags his twin sister for fun would be weird, but whatever works for you.” Ava slapped her arm and Katie finally admitted defeat, if only because the twincest thing just never went over too well with the Kings, even if Katie did love to joke about it. They were so close as siblings, she couldn’t not. She smiled at Georgia and asked what she and Eli were going to do for the evening. The girls were deep in discussion regarding the best places to eat in town were when Eli entered the room with the company of a sarcastic comment. Katie beamed and sat back. She shook her head, tsking loudly. She shrugged when Eli questioned what was wrong with her. “Just hard to believe you spend that long getting ready to come downstairs looking like that.” Finally Eli decided it was time they made their exit, not allowing Katie to have any more fun. As they turned to leave, the doorbell rang— that one was finally the food delivery. Katie walked to the door with the couple and as they walked down the drive, she waved at them. “Eli, don’t forget this is your weekend with Cheryl. She misses her dad!” A quick “fuck you” was chimed back and she laughed and focused her attention on the delivery man.

#I was rereading that Katie prince meme she's so cringe Leo has nothing to worry about LMAO #princes emotions are all over the place in that last meme sucks 4 luna #I gave you cassick to get it out of my system and that's the last time Cassie and nicksee each other before she leaves #so she's kinda the bad guy huh #all the twincest mention: is this gyhab?#{ v ;; the princess and the moon.#{ v ;; no reason.#{ v ;; phases.#{ b ;; baby squad.#{ b ;; partners in crime.#{ v ;; protection.#beencaughts #memed

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