#throws this onto the dash like it's a piece of garbage BC IT IS..

[alxandergoth]

chapter one: bloodflower ✿🩸 | 3/4

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Eli: What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you have any idea what you put us through? Sixty-three calls, Charlie. Sixty-three fucking calls, and you couldn't be bothered to answer one? Charlie: My phone was on silent. Eli: Your phone was on silent while you were balls-deep in some groupie who probably doesn't even know your real name. Charlie: At least I'm getting laid. When's the last time you got your dick wet, Eli? Or are you too busy being a self-righteous prick to remember how to have fun? Eli: Fun? You call this fun? Showing up late, high, and reeking of someone else? You're a fucking mess, Charlie. Charlie: And you're a stuck-up asshole who wouldn't know a good time if it bit you on the ass. Charlie: Which is probably why you're so fucking uptight all the time. Eli: You want to know why I'm uptight? Because I have to watch you destroy yourself night after night, and I can't do a goddamn thing about it. Charlie: Aww, does poor Eli have feelings? Eli: Shut the fuck up. Charlie: Make me. Eli: I fucking hate you. Charlie: Good, hate me. It's the only honest thing about you. Eli: Look at you, covered in some stranger's marks. Do you even remember his name? Charlie: Do you care? Eli: I should. I should walk away and let you destroy yourself. Charlie: But you won't. Because you're obsessed with me. Admit it. Eli: I'm obsessed with hating you. Charlie: Same thing. Eli: You're going to be the death of me. Charlie: Promise? Charlie: The show, Eli: Fuck the show. Let them wait. Charlie: Victor will— Eli: Victor can go to hell.