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text || milo

Peter: He really does.

Peter: I'm kind of on cloud nine right now.

Milo: I'm so happy for you guys!!!

Milo: Unless I'm not invited to the wedding.

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text || milo

Peter: :)

Peter: Yes you did. Thanks for keeping my head on (pun maybe intended) straight.

Milo: Yeah, of course!

Milo: I can tell he loves you a lot.

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text || milo

Peter: He said yes.

Milo: YAAAAS BITCH!!!!

Milo: I FUCKING KNEW HE WOULD!!!!

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peter-caine:

“I think I’ll try and refrain from swearing during one of the most important speeches of my life, thanks.” Peter snorted. “Fuck you, that ass is mine. Look all you want but don’t touch.” He playfully nudged his friend with a smirk.

“What if you swear because you’re so passionate, and you’re like “Ugh Jeremy I fucking love you so much, let’s make butt babies’ now that would be a speech.” He laughed playfully pushing Peter’s shoulder. “Not even a playful smack? You know my favorite song is Smack That by Akon.”

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peter-caine:

“I’m not sure. I keep wanting to plan everything out first, but I think he’s starting to suspect it. I’m normally good at keeping secrets but with this I’ve had zero chill. It’s awful.” Peter groaned at the thought, taking another hit before the nerves can start. “Yeah, I did.” He fished the box out of his pocket (he didn’t trust it being left alone at the apartment) and tossed it to Milo, staring up at the ceiling.

“You should just lay it all on the line. Just be like, ‘Jeremy I love you, and your ass is mine till death do us apart’ or something along those lines.” Milo chuckled “In all seriousness though, it’s a nice ass.” Milo smiled lighting his joint. “Oh nice dude. It looks expensive. Looks like something my sugar daddy from college would’ve bought me.” 

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peter-caine:

Peter snorted dryly as he lit the joint, inhaling deeply. “Probably still talk for another hour.” He mumbled. He sighed as he felt his muscles relax, anxiety ebbing away.

“So when do you think you’ll actually pop the question?” Milo asked beginning to roll his own joint. “Have you even bought the ring yet?”

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peter-caine:

Distantly, Peter thought he needed hell of a lot stronger than weed, but he knew that’d be a terrible idea. He couldn’t handle relapsing again and keeping it a secret from everyone—again. Especially not when he was planning to propose. “Yes, please. And…that might be a good idea.”

“Good choice.” Milo smirked beginning to roll the joint. “See, I’m a fucking genius. What would you do without me?” Milo laughed, passing the joint and lighter to Peter.

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peter-caine:

Peter jumped at the outburst. For a while, he had forgotten Milo was even there. He had been too caught up in just trying to get it to be right. “I know, I just…I want this to be perfect. Jer deserves that. And I’ve never been perfect at anything, not like I’m supposed to. But I want this to be.”

“Dude you have to chill out. I’ll roll you a joint if you want.” Milo offered, the started to dig through his bag looking for his weed. “Maybe you could take him on a date or something. There’s a movie about dogs coming out, take him to see that.”

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42. Hobbies?

Drinking

partying

guitar

singing

acting

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“Just fucking say it, dude.” Milo groaned taking a sip from his beer. “You could call him a fuckboy, and I can guarantee you that he would say yes no matter what.” Milo rolled his eyes. He started to get annoyed at the half hour mark, but didn’t really show it until now. “Like I said, just do it.”

“Jer, you’re important to me… no. You’re- you’re the most… fuck.” Peter barely resisted running his hands through his hair - he had spent over an hour trying to get it perfect - so he rested his hands on his knees and forced himself to take several deep breaths. Teasing about proposal had quickly become real for Peter, but he couldn’t find the right words. “I’m so damn screwed.”

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danny-michaels:

“Well thanks.” Danny gave a more embarrassed grin. “Yeah but that was eighth grade too. You didn’t have to worry ‘bout older women hittin’ on you.” He held up a stack of napkins with numbers on them with a small grimace.

“Oh yeah, no problem, hottie.” Milo chuckled with a big grin. “That’s true too.” Milo nodded. “Ugh, now I’m thinking of how much I of a closeted mess I was then, and that wasn’t even the biggest mess.”

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“I mean, it does look good on you.” Milo laughed. “I actually know a lot about beards, I had one in eighth grade, her name was Kayla.” Milo joked. 

“Oh! I’m flattered.” Danny chuckled, picking up the napkin with a number on it and smiling as the much older woman walked out of the cafe. Once she was gone, Danny exhaled. “I keep forgetting to shave this damn thing and now I have to pay the price.” He grumbled as he stroked the small beard on his face.

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”cocaine, cocaine, cocaine; and cocaine in between”

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peter-caine:

“Remind me to never, ever let you get drunk alone with Piper. She would just encourage all of those things and more.” The thought made Peter shudder. Although he loved Piper with everything in him, she was more than a little reckless. “That’s good. Do you want me to come with you for support?”

“Yeah we would need supervision from someone responsible.” Milo chuckled. “Yeah, that sounds good. Have you been tested? I’ve never done it so I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

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peter-caine:

Peter blinked several times. He really wasn’t sure what to say. “You’re right,” he finally replied quietly. “You do need a drink. Several drinks. Although I’m not really sure how smart of an idea that is considering what…uh, might have happened last time. Have you gotten tested?”

“You should also take my phone if I get to drunk because I’m either gong to call my sister to let her know that she’s a bitch, or hook up some random Grindr dude. Also I’m getting tested soon, on a day where I don’t have rehearsal.”

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tothe-maxximum:

Max’s eyes widened. Milo had certainly had quite the day. She understood why he needed to relax so badly. “Wow,” she said, nodding a little. “Okay yeah, we’re getting you wasted. This couch is yours for the night.” When she was finished, Max gave the joint to Milo, along with a lighter. “All yours.”

“Thanks.” He put the joint in his mouth. He flicked the lighter on to burn the end. “I wish my family didn’t suck so much.”

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tothe-maxximum:

“White girl wasted is my specialty.” Going to the kitchen, Max got Milo a glass of tequila on the rocks with a bit of lemon, bringing it to him before she began to roll a joint. “Tell me all your troubles, love.”

“Thank you!” He said as he grabbed the glass cupping it with both hands. “Okay so first of all, Heathers is ending very soon and I have to be ready to audition for Rent. My sister called and she was hanging out with my brother, and I wasn’t even thought of until last minute. They wanted to wish me a late Christmas. Can you believe that? No call from my own family on Christmas? She also called to announce her engagement, and I had no idea she was seeing someone in the first place. Then to top it off I had drunk sex with a guy who may or may not have herpes.” He took a sip from his drink, shutting his eyes for a moment. “Jesus Christ, my life fucking sucks.”