#essy & raf 001.

[isleyschaos]

“steve.” essy frowns, arms crossed in front of her chest as raf claims he cares. it’s lost on her that fighting over a helium seahorse might be a little ridiculous to anyone that walked in on this conversation, and the chances of someone overhearing them are high. but it’s about more than a balloon. raf almost always does this. he rains on her parade with his bad mood and all his no’s to her animal friends. it’s no fun. he’s no fun sometimes. “no i don’t!” she protests immediately, but the second the words leaves her lips she knows it’s not true. essy might not always forget, and she knows better than to call him on a technicality with his word choice, but she forgets more than she likes to acknowledge. “i just get really excited and sometimes you’re not here and it slips my mind.” she explains, words coming out quickly as she tries to absolve herself of any wrong in the situation. essy has never really learned how to take accountability for her actions, the most guidance she received from her parents being to just take a second and come back chiller. and she’s perfectly chill now so she doesn’t see what the problem is. “we can do that any day, we literally live together.” she shrugs, not taking his words with the weight she should be. essy just doesn’t get what the big problem is. they can hang out just the two of them tomorrow. there’s no need to dwell on the ruined night. she’s always been too enjoy-every-second by nature, unable to really dwell on anything that she can’t change or fix. “tomorrow, ok. we can hang out just us tomorrow. I’ll even pop Steve if it makes you feel better.” that last part is a lie. she’s not popping Steve.

[essy]​:

she gets the distinct feeling that raf, as much as she wants him to be excited about this, doesn’t really care. okay, it’s not a distinct feeling, she knows. it doesn’t stop her from talking though, intent to show him everything she’s done because she’s proud of herself. it’s when he dismisses steve the seahorse that she gets upset. “can you at least pretend to care?” she sighs, trying her best not to roll her eyes and simply walk away. sometimes raf gets in these moods, and as much as she loves him she simply can’t be bothered to put up with his mr. grumpy act. “oh.” essy pauses, trying to think back and recall if she had in fact told him. she could have sworn she did. but if his face was any indication it must have slipped her mind, again. “oh, sorry. i must’ve forgot.” she shrugs, smile touching her face again because at least now she knows why he’s upset and to her, it’s not that big of a deal. “but surprise!” she cheers, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she says it. “we’re having a party, and i did all the work already so you can just sit back and chill.”

“come on, es, you know i care,” raf protests, feeling a little bit bad when she sighs. “i love the seahorse, he’s super fucking cute. does he have a name?” he finds himself asking against his better judgement. even when he’s annoyed, it’s hard to stay mad when she’s this excited. he doesn’t want to crush her dreams or ruin her night, just make her a little more aware that she needs to let him in on what’s happening in the house too. “that’s the thing babe, you always forget,” he sighs, trying to maker he see his point of view. it’s not that he wants to be the stick in the mud, the one that always comes in and ruins the fun, but this isn’t the first time this has happened. it’s happened more times than he can count, and for once he’d like a chance to at least prepare to socialize. what’s the point of living in the middle of the woods if you’re always surprised by company? he’d prefer booboo the bear at this point. “yeah, i can see that,” he chuckles, trying to match her energy but he just can’t do it. not that he’s ever been able to match her energy, but he falls particularly short tonight. “i guess i just thought we could chill tonight. just the two of us. is that so bad?” he shrugs, knowing it’s far too late now but not wanting to just brush off his feelings like she usually does.

[isleyschaos]

she gets the distinct feeling that raf, as much as she wants him to be excited about this, doesn’t really care. okay, it’s not a distinct feeling, she knows. it doesn’t stop her from talking though, intent to show him everything she’s done because she’s proud of herself. it’s when he dismisses steve the seahorse that she gets upset. “can you at least pretend to care?” she sighs, trying her best not to roll her eyes and simply walk away. sometimes raf gets in these moods, and as much as she loves him she simply can’t be bothered to put up with his mr. grumpy act. “oh.” essy pauses, trying to think back and recall if she had in fact told him. she could have sworn she did. but if his face was any indication it must have slipped her mind, again. “oh, sorry. i must’ve forgot.” she shrugs, smile touching her face again because at least now she knows why he’s upset and to her, it’s not that big of a deal. “but surprise!” she cheers, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she says it. “we’re having a party, and i did all the work already so you can just sit back and chill.”

[essy]​:

essy really outdid herself on this one. transforming their home to fit the theme of whatever party she had her heart set on was nothing new to her. with the resources and drive that she had on her side, she could put together anything in a matter of hours. but looking around at the assorted marine themed snacks and sea green balloons and decorations, she couldn’t help but be a little proud at how well this one had turned out. essy had spent the majority of her time making sure everyone was okay and having a good time, and trying the clam shaped cookies she made (so, maybe she’s the most proud about those). bouncing from group to group and chatting people up is natural to her, and people seemed to gravitate towards her for as long as she’s lived. so she’s not at all shocked when she finds herself in the center of a conversation, retelling a story about something funny that had happened to her and her friends while on tour. her story gets cut short, however, when she sees her boyfriend approach. “raf!” she exclaims, unable to hide her excitement. him pulling her away from the crowd isn’t lost on her, and she doesn’t blame him for being confused, she’s sure she got swept up in everything and forgot to tell him. “it’s an under the sea party!” she smiles, gesturing around time the decorations. “look, i found this really cute recipe for clam cookies. they’re just wafers with frosting in between them.” she picks up one of the cookies to show him. “and i got these little seashell tiaras — oh, oh!” she grabs his hand, giving it a small squeeze as she pulls him with her, they stop in the living room where a giant coral colored seahorse balloon bobs and weaves with the clear circular ‘bubble’ balloons. “look at how cute that guy is!”

it’s not that raf has a problem with the parties essy throws, or the construction projects she comes up with to make their house more exciting. he’s not nearly as much of a stick in the mud as he feels like now, but he at the very least wants to be kept in the loop. and somehow essy continually forgets to tell him whenever a new idea pops into her mind. as annoyed as raf is, it’s hard not to let some of the anger melt away as soon as essy’s face lights up when she sees him. she’s so happy, clearly having the best time with this underwater themed party she’s somehow managed to cook up in hours, and it’s hard not to let it be infectious. it’s the same way they almost ended up with booboo the bear living in their house full time — how can you not be happy when essy’s happy? “yeah, i can see that,” he nods as she points out the theme, continuing to lead her away from the group. the last thing he wants is to make a scene. taking a cookie as she holds it out to him, he takes a bite, reluctantly having to admit that they really are good. she knows how to throw a good party, he’ll give her that. a smile on his lips — one anyone could tell is forced if they look close enough — raf allows her to show him the rest of the decorations she has set up, not wanting to burst her bubble quite yet. but eventually he sighs, not wanting to go about the evening like it’s completely normal. “yeah, sure, he’s really cute,” he nods absentmindedly as essy points out the balloon. he refrains from asking if the balloon has a name, because while he’s almost certain every decoration in here has a name, essy could distract him with this forever if he let her. “but were you ever gonna tell me you were throwing a party, es?”