right mon petite’s, i am gone; unless i got my replies out tomorrow morning, they won’t be out until i get home on monday afternoon!!
Lorne glances at the swing and shrugs. He doesn’t mind it,
don’t get him wrong, but he has a way he likes. But he sits
down in it all the same, brushing his hair back.
”Tell me a secret,” she mumbled her magic words,
no doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t get an
answer from him, or anyone she’s ever asked. “A
god one too, that no one knows, maybe apart —
your brother, yes, you’re close, no one but him.”
eirinieeee: Hanging out at #Coachella with my (official) best bud Alex Turner. He was so keen for a photo. #lastoftheshadowpuppets
"I’m not the one they see. And I
don’t need other groupie girls,
because the only one that matters
is with me right now.”
”Ah — aw,” she laughed gently,
she might of even blushed, but
then again, maybe now. Her hands
curl around the chains holding up
the swing and she pushes herself
back. “The one next to me is free you know.”
"What other girls?"
Maybe it sounds hard to believe, but it’s the honest
truth. He isn’t the type to ask a million girls to join
him and the guys backstage, he’s the type to ask
one and just…get to know them.
“You know,” she won’t believe a word.
She’s not used to sweet guys, not really,
she has sweet guy friends, but she’s much
more likely to date a bad guy. She’s into that.
"All your other groupie girls."
"Well ah dunnae think any of ma friends will be divin at the opportunity te come te a bairn’s party, se we’ll have yer mates an their little ones, unless Cliff and Bunty want te come." One year, a whole fucking year, it was a long time to have been… level he supposed, more level than he used to be.
She nodded, moving to wrote in her notebook. Against popular belief Cecelia did actually have to write a lot of stuff down, the writing helped her remember it all. If she wrote out a list for the shops she didn’t actually need to take it with her, writing it was enough. “Alright, I think I have everything, I need to get a cake… or make one.”
When they reach the swings, he bows slightly to her before
he straightens, going to stand behind the swing. Maybe it’s
the way the sun’s reflecting in her eyes, or the way the wind
is blowing her hair, but he thinks she’s suddenly much more
beautiful than she was five minutes ago.
She actually feels a little silly as she sits; maybe he thinks
she is terribly childish, wishing he could take back his offer
of spending his night with her; he could get any girl he
wanted, she guessed that much. “Am I going to have to
compete with all the other girls you’ve invited tonight?”