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Booking the performance at the festival had been the closest they’d been to the famous ‘I made it’ moment. They had a long way to go. But, still, Celeste had noticed the way people’s attitude changed once their instagram accounts numbers got bigger, once fans began to recognize them whilst they grocery shopped and brought up stories about how much they appreciated the resentment and rage in their music; everyone wanted to please them, they cut the entire band some slack. Everyone but Sunny. And as much as she hated her in those moments, the blonde had no choice but to admire it. After all, girls who ordered her around did have an effect on her. “They’re gonna be looking at me because they can’t help it. Just like it happens to you.” The blonde smiled sharply, finally taking a step back and playing with the microphone in her hands. “We’ll probably get kicked out of the stage at any moment, anyway.” They were just one of the artists, which meant there was probably a line of people waiting for their turn to rehearse. “But let’s start again. I’ll hit my fucking marks this time, your majesty.”

"oh please, the only reason people will be looking at you instead of me is to cringe at how hideously unprofessional you're acting." sunny responded quickly, venom on her tongue that only seemed to leak when celeste was around to push her buttons. she wouldn't have to be so harsh with her if she could just do her job was instructed but no, it had to be the celeste show and no one else mattered. it wasn't like sunny was on the same stage as her, competing with every possibility for failure while her bandmate seemed to beckon it with open arms. "they want to see a good show. who the hell are you to decide what that looks like? the rest of us can't stand around and anticipate whether or not you're going to hit your fucking cues or not!" the other girls stood around awkwardly, both tired of the neverending arguments and somewhat curious to see if they finally reached a breaking point. "start acting like a half decent musician and i'll think about it." sunny sneered and took another step closer to celeste as though she were purposefully trying to antagonise her. "if you can manage."

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The mere idea of taking care of someone else was a sure way to get Arden to grimace any day. So, ninety-nine percent of the times her friends got drunk out of their minds or ended up involved in bar fights, the girl was in a foul mood and giving them shit instead of being compassionate about it. That’s why her own reaction to Sabrina’s clumsiness surprised her, because right when she wanted to be thoughtful, the other didn’t put up with her shit, somehow remembering to fight for female bodily autonomy even at her lowest point. It almost bothered her how amusing she was, except it really didn’t. “I think I’m a fan of drunken you, Brina. An attention span of a solid three seconds, really.” Arden assured when she got into the car, gaze roaming over the other’s body to make sure she’d managed to secure the seat belt. She liked the simplicity of it all, how there were no inhibitions when it came to playing with her stereo as if they were actual friends. “I can drive. I know that because every time I tried to give you a glass of water and you ignored me, I ended up drinking it instead.” She had to admit to herself that she’d only started to properly pay attention once it was too late. But in her defense, she’d never anticipated that Sabrina would go all party-girl on her. If she'd had to bet, her money would’ve been in her sister’s name instead. “If anything, I might end up being a health PSA for being the campus’ most hydrated person.” Arden grinned, chocolate orbs focused on the ahead as she turned on the engine. “I’ve never been to your place, so you might have to guide me a bit.” The mere concept sounded tricky, but she had to try. Besides, she wouldn’t pretend she wasn’t having fun with it. “Unless this was just a really complex ploy to get me to take us to mine? Because I’ll warn you right now, I’m not that kind of girl.” 

If she weren't already scowling, Arden's rhetorical, teasing question certainly would have produced one. "You wish I would... you... ugh." She'd had a perfect retort in mind that quickly fizzled to dust in her drunk brain, prompting a pout. Mention of the table dancing routine she'd showed off to a group of people who hardly deserved to see it gave her pause as she clutched onto Arden reluctantly. "It wasn't for you. It wasn't for anyone. 'Cept maybe me." She complained, though her head was tilted down, watching her feet to make sure she didn't trip over in her chunky boots. The little heel on them suddenly felt a lot taller than it had when she first put them on earlier that night. "Fuck you, I'll hit my head if I want to. I'm an independent woman." She muttered her protests, reaching out to the car for balance as Arden retrieved her keys. Despite how drunk she was, she had no intention of protesting so much that she would make her own way home, though it was certainly tempting. She could justt imagine where she would end up trying to do that. As the car was unlocked, she rushed to open the passenger side door before Arden could, stumbling into it. "I'm good!" She pulled the door shut and then did her seatbelt, waiting for the other to enter the car and turn it on so she could fiddle with the radio, looking for something her style. "How do I know you didn't have anything to drink? Are you really safe to drive? 'Cause if you drive us into a tree and I become one of those drunk driving PSAs I'll be so pissed." She eyed her suspiciously, finally finding a station she liked. "Ugh, I love this song."

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LIZZIE GET TF UP

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“Maybe it’s a glitch on my phone, because I’m sure I haven’t received any texts from you.” She fired back, brows arching with apparent disinterest. Banks should be aware that letting a lie develop into an unstoppable snowball was practically a hobby for her. That was precisely why she actually considered his request. “How classy of you, fucking them but never allowing them to meet the parents. I always forget you’re such a romantic.” Somehow, to the bitter and spiteful part of Lucia, it still felt like a win. Anyone could spread her legs for him; it wasn’t hard, considering how charming he could be, but getting his attention for longer than a night? Being someone Banks actually felt proud of considering his? Lucia wished he'd never find that again. “I’ll do it,” the brunette decided. And she’d be fucking brilliant at it; just to make sure he’d be haunted by it for the rest of his life, doomed to hear comments about what a great girl he’d let go. It was revenge, and it was all his fault. “What kind of wedding is it anyway? Do we need to drive, or is it in town? Please tell me there’s not gonna be sand everywhere because that'd be hell.”

"Uh, pretty sure you haven't considering the messages I've sent you about those shitty losers always went through?" Possibly arguing against her lies wasn't the best way to secure this deal, but if it hadn't been easy for Banks to cut ties then he was convinced she hadn't been able to do it either. "My family doesn't know about them and I definitely wouldn't bring any of them to a wedding either way", they were midnight fucks, darkened alleys and panties tugged to the side — not Lucia. It should have been one of the first things he had done after their breakup, tell his family. But it was always harder to do those things than just imagine them, dictate in your head how the conversation might go. "Oh c'mon, your ego is sucking the air out of this room. It's one day and night Lucia, then I'll be gone for good. I promise."

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As breathless and undone as she was, Maude guided Lily through it, her soft thigh pressed perfectly against her core, staring with greed as her girlfriend’s head rolled back, revealing that pretty line of her neck when she trembled over her body, mouth forming an o shape when her climax wrecked her. “Ah, ah—there you go. That’s it,” she encouraged, not as controlled as she liked, her tone more adoring than anything else. Her neediness was still there as they slowed down; it was just different, calmer, and sweeter. It was easy for her to want to take advantage of Lily’s warmth and long for her touch after spending so much time alone. “Can we just—can we stay like this for a bit longer?” They’d have to take that shower they’d spoken about; afterward, they could pour themselves new cups of coffee and spend the day binge-watching some reality TV. But, at the moment, moving sounded like far too much work, unnecessary, and almost painful once she considered the possibility of space separating both of their bodies. Closing her eyes for a moment as wandering fingertips moved up her girl’s spine until they tangled on golden strands of hair, Maude felt her heartbeat coming down from the frenzy it’s been prey to. She couldn’t help but hope this would be life for them again—lazy mornings filled with teasing and orgasms, enjoying each other’s company in every way they could think of. “This might be the least responsible and self-aware shit I’ve ever thought about,” she confessed, her voice just slightly louder than a whisper. She met the blonde’s gaze then, a playful smile already shining in her expression. “But I’m so glad I drank like twice my body weight last night. Screw all those cautionary tales, really.” When she thought about it, the bar she’d been at deserved a massive donation in her name. Not to mention the shitty friends who hadn’t even bothered to check that she actually made it home. She fucking loved all of them in that moment. “Can’t believe you were all ‘you’ll regret this in the morning and don’t throw up in my fuckin’ carpet’.” To be fair, her effort at imitating Lily’s voice was completely terrible, and her laughter right in the middle of it didn’t help at all. “To have you like this? I could never regret anything that led me to it.”

Maude's request was definitely easier said than done, especially given how sensitive her pussy was from the constant touching and eager grinding. "Says the one who got off watching me fuck a pillow", she remarked, though her words hold nothing but heat and a light teasing lilt. Getting to rock and sway her hips to Maude's eager hues had been nothing short of mind breaking, coming on that pillow to the knowledge that the girl she had ached for in those sad and pathetic moments was now back where she belonged. Knees spread further apart Lily let out a breathy gasp, each push forward of her body allowing her swollen bud to press down against her lover's smooth thigh, to grant her more pleasure. She was sure to make a mess of the girl's skin, paint it in glistening slickness when she was finished and worn out ; but wasn't that the appeal of it all? Doing something so nasty and yet finding complete pleasure and happiness at the end, only a honeyed streak of arousal left on Maude's sweet skin. Their kiss wasn't precise and elegant, it was chaotic and messy, a side effect of the numerous orgasms and teasing the pair had done to one another. Hearing that delicious sound of delight come from her girlfriend's mouth made the femme giggle, heady on the fact she was the reason for such a thing, knee bumping against Maude's cunt with each push forward of her own body. It wasn't quite the same as when their legs so easily slotted against one another's, their wet and pretty cunts rubbing together and their tits in each other's hands — but it was what they needed, what they craved. It didn't have to be perfect, it was perfect for them. "M—mhm baby, gonna soak your skin when I cum", it felt too good, dangerously close to making Lily's sex addled mind go entirely empty as she writhed downwards against that leg, heart hammering and sweat slicking the small of her back. There it was, the dominant side of her girlfriend shining through once more ; the sudden thrust of her leg upward, the grasp on Lily's sun kissed skin. "Maybe I'll cl—clean it up afterwards? You wanted me to be a good slut, remember?" It didn't take long for both to reach their highs, such filthy words the catalyst for Lily's pussy to spasm and her head to tip back, bright hues rolling as her hips fervently fucked Maude's leg like it was her lifeline. The steamy kiss planted on her lips brought the blonde back down to Earth, high pitched moans of rapture tumbling freely into Maude's mouth as she rode out her high, ensuring her knee continued hitting her girl's likely throbbing pussy and clit with every motion.

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“We’re already done for good; I don’t give a fuck if you delete my number because I blocked yours.” Lucia bluffed, a curated smile adorning her face even if the rest of her body was tense. Their relationship had been the biggest disaster of her life, and while she knew playing girlfriend was a terrible idea, Lucia had never been known for making the smartest decisions. “You could call any of your fucktoys and ask them to go with you. You know, I’m not the only one who has rumors going around about her.” So what if she shit-talked him too? It was only fair. “Why didn’t you tell them we broke up? Did you realize you'd never find anyone better than me and didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment?”

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"listen i know you probably hate me for what i did to you but i really need you to do this for me. i wouldn't be here if i wasn't desperate — it's a wedding, a single wedding and we'll be done for good alright? i'll delete your number and . . . and i'll stop spreading rumours about the new guys you're dating."

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The spoiled tone of protest was to be expected, but the girl did nothing but grin up at her girlfriend, never tired of noticing how perfectly she knew her. It wasn’t a secret she loved to challenge her, and wasn’t the blonde practically begging for her to get all dommy with her? For someone who acted like she could take whatever dare she was presented with, it was laughable that she struggled to meet the simplest of commands. “Try? It’s not that hard, baby. You don’t have to think about it; just do as I say. I know how to give your body what it needs.” Maude’s nails bit into her skin without even meaning to, because having Lily use her so obscenely only encouraged her to do the same. To take and take and take. Her muscles tensed as she felt the girl spreading herself further against her skin, lewdly, her dripping core, and that sensitive clit rubbing on her as if she were nothing but a mere object created for her pleasure. Maybe that was exactly the case. She certainly couldn’t find it in herself to object as the blonde kissed her silly, giving her a good run for her money when it came to deciding who really called the shots in that moment. The kiss was only interrupted when Maude whined at the new contact with Lily’s skin, the new angle allowing her to press those glistening folds against her until she was also seeing stars. It wasn’t calculating and precise; they were too overstimulated for that right now; instead, it was sloppy and delirious. She wouldn’t change moments like those for anything in the world—that kind of closeness she’d only been able to dream of in the weeks prior. But time didn’t matter now, nor did anything else in the world, but the gorgeous girl on top of her, cheeks pink from all the effort and chest heaving against her own. Other people would never know, because it was only for them to witness, but she never looked more beautiful than in those moments, fucked out of her mind, belonging to her, chasing one last orgasm before they’d be able to lay together with their heartbeats in synch. “Gonna give me what I want, Lily? Gonna come all over me, leave me covered in you?” Heated words caused an effect on her as well, with movements turning rougher, her thigh pressing harder against her girl’s center, and her hands helping to rock her lovingly. Her gaze remained on her, on the way her face contorted with pleasure, and on how their bodies looked so right against one another. “Love it when you make a mess on me, such a dirty girl.” It hit Maude then, pleasure shaking her system and taking her by complete surprise; she came with a silent moan, eyes closing as smooth waves of electricity washed over her and driving her hips to cant up raggedly against the blonde. “Please, oh my god—s’fucking good.” In the midst of her ecstasy, she leaned to kiss her girlfriend, open-mouthed and demanding, craving the attention only she could give her.

"A tad?" Brows lifted before a laugh slipped free, head shaking. "I think you're more than a tad bossy baby, but don't worry it suits you." An affectionate brush of her nose against Maude's to solidify her statement. It wasn't as if Lily could complain about the dominant side of her girlfriend, not when it consistently managed to make a second heartbeat form between her thighs. She liked to believe herself a somewhat stable and self sufficient adult but when Maude took that tone with her? Well, it was almost as if someone had come along and stuffed Lily's skull with cotton candy, filling it to the brim and removing any thoughts aside from the ones of her girl, the ones that refused to be removed no matter what. "Honestly I'm kind of surprised that you're not doing it right now, y'know, being all hot and dommy with me", blonde teased, given their situation and the evident need Lily had inside of her it was practically like she was screaming out for the other to take her down a peg her two ; reduce her to the pleading blubbering mess she could so very easily become at the hands of her girlfriend. "M . . . mhm, I don't think I should either", such a tiny pout on her kiss reddened lips, an almost laughable look of pure sadness at the mere thought of being denied that precious fourth orgasm. How her body was still going Lily didn't know, but was sure that in a few hours she would feel every single bit of it. "I'm too good of a girl to be denied, aren't I baby?" May as well ride it for as long as she can, right? Amp up just how obedient and giving she was when it came to the raven haired girl she loved so much. Fingers tenderly divide the femme's soft locks, their bodies sweat slick and more beautiful than ever before. "Well I thought I'd be nice and give you the option okay? Geez", bright hues rolled as she laughed, knowing now how idiotic it had been to assume that Maude may want to skip out on yet another chance to get their hands on one another ; insatiable, that was what they were. Tight grasp on her skin elicited a deep moan, hips pressing down against her girl's thigh, knee pushing between those perfect legs to tease her wetness ever so slightly. "Sl — slowly?" Christ, how was she supposed to do that when her cunt felt like it was being burned from the inside out? Everything inside her wanted to rush, to be sloppy in her motions as she humped Maude's thigh and spilled her sweetness all over her bare skin. "I . . . I'll try baby, okay? I'll try." Ever the pleaser Lily ensured from that moment on that her hips languidly rolled up and then down, legs spreading much further to allow her clit to become exposed, for her drenched folds to part and that tiny bud be pleasured. "Shit . . . fuck baby", when their mouths came together the blonde put every ounce of the love she felt into it, in to the way her tongue swept across Maude's bottom lip and the way she nudged those pretty lips apart and delved inside. Her body shifted ever so slightly, that leg so close to her perfect girl's core inching just a tad further up, to give her some stimulation as Lily fucked herself stupid.

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ok that's everything i'll write for today <3 now i'm gonna shamelessly promote my smutty rp sideblog and remind y'all that you can hmu for the link if you want it (mutuals only)!

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“Of course I’m interested; I wanna know about your life.” It was a sweet way of phrasing it, even if no one would’ve ever placed Iris in that category before. The girl couldn’t point out where her curiosity came from, so she appreciated that Oz didn’t bother to question her about it. It was normal to be interested in your friend’s lives, anyway, and gossip had never been boring for her, even if it went against the blithe image she enjoyed to present. “Is that your line? ‘Let’s go home together, and that way we’ll keep each other warm’? How bohemian! I might use it in one of my scripts.” His contact was distracting enough, but the brunette didn’t dare to move her hand back. It was very middle school, playing with someone’s fingers and drawing little imaginary figures because it gave you an excuse to mindlessly touch. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, but somehow destroying that moment felt like yielding first in a game. So, of course, she didn’t. Besides, it didn’t feel terrible. “I don’t need to hear the x-rated details, I guess. I just... I’m just a bit jealous.” Iris conceded, fully aware of the massive victory for his ego that the revelation could represent. “I haven’t even thought about sex in... shit, I don’t know, before my finals began, probably. And before that happened, I was always busy, and I didn’t have time to focus on hookups.” Having someone to take the edge off could've been nice, but it sounded like far too much work. “What do you think? Should I follow your lead and find some boytoy from my class?”

"player is a harsh analysis." oz remarked equally as casually despite wanting to turn and see if he could get a better read on how iris was really feeling about his somewhat scandalous confession. it wasn't like they hadn't discussed such things in the past but he'd always made an effort to be less blasé about how his escapades came across. it wasn't that he was going through women wildly, discarding them at any random moment and moving on to the next, he was a young man with a healthy appetite and a certain level of charm that provided him a variety of opportunities. he chose to finally look back at her once her hand slipped over his, he could've laughed at how small hers looked in comparison to the spindly stretch of his fingers but he didn't, though that amusement radiated off from him like heat from a stove. "i didn't realise you'd be so interested." oz replied cooly before slipping the paper off from his lap so he could turn his body to face her better. "i'm not playing coy, it's just that you've never shown any interest in wanting to know who i do and don't fuck." part of the reason he'd never spoken much about it was that he wanted to make himself look available if iris ever decided to get off her high horse and decide that their friendship could handle a bit of a shake-up. casually, he pulled his hand free from beneath hers and switched up their position, carefully playing with her fingers like the motion would help him recall details of his past experiences. "there's much to tell, not without getting explicit. it's nothing to write home about... just a girl here and there. it's getting colder, you know, and the heating in my place still isn't fixed."

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Rowena’s unforgiving honesty probably didn’t earn them a solid number of admirers, but she had to admit it was somewhat energizing. It kept Iris sharp; it made her care about not saying something stupid or acting too haphazardly. Her evaluation of the matter was grim, but still, it put a smile on Iris’ face. A win's a win, and nowadays she didn’t hold onto her pride like she did once. “Great, at least we’ll be able to get murdered in front of an audience.” Her voice was almost cheerful, a mixture of her usual dark sense of humor and the genuine relief she felt knowing the other survivor would hang out with her. Knowing how their brains worked, they’d probably take turns guarding the hotel door and staying awake, even if they rationally understood there was no reason for it. “Do you wanna go to your place first for a change of clothes? I already have everything I need in my bag.” Iris had known she wouldn’t be coming home that day by the time she left in the morning; the decision had been made the same second the news about Esther arrived. “I don’t think we’ve ever spent time together outside of the group meetings; is this our version of a really fucked-up slumber party?” Her gaze moved to the ground, ignoring the mumbling of the other final girls as they began their path towards the door. It wasn’t like she didn’t care about all of them; she did, but sharing her plans with all of them was a standard mistake. Besides, the only one she really trusted was Rowena.

      their cold exterior - the protective shell rowena fought tooth and nail to hold onto - was, admittedly, fraying with every subsequent theory posited by the brunette before her. the anomalies that came with such a macabre, twisted version of fame were something they were all arguably used to - the searing truth of being a final girl, survivor, victim, whatever you called it. years of it had become desensitizing, to the point where an onslaught of online death threads wouldn't warrant more than an eyeroll. none of them felt real, not when they're someone who is faced with very real scars with every downward glance to an uncovered leg. morale was important, even the kind administered through tightened lips and an iron fist. this was the rationale that would help everyone sleep at night, and rowena wanted to allow the rest of them that comfort. call her a saint. their comments halted, uninterested in the back and forth that seemed to arise between them with every meeting, opting to slump back and just listen before they interjected with a firm " no. " ——— " i didn't think you were stupid as well, " the tough love continued on, it seemed. " you're basically walkin' into your own deathtrap by being alone if this threat is real. trust me, i know you could handle yourself, but backup is better than nothing. we're getting a room. somewhere in the city, so it's busy. everyone can be a witness if someone's actually dumb enough to fuck with us. "

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“What happened to your playmate? Did you leave him a couple of clues behind?” The pretentious smirk that he usually used to dismiss his peers acquired a different meaning whenever his attention was set on Dove. Because unlike the rest of the people who sat in their classroom every day, Archer thought she understood; she was in on every one of his jokes. At least that’s the way it worked in his mind. “That’s smart, because there was no way in hell I’d share this with him.” Those words were the cue for him to shake the envelope in his hand with far too much pride for someone who’d arrived at the spot no longer than three or four minutes before her. Finding the clues was difficult, as he’d figured out so far, but actually deciphering them was an entirely different odyssey.

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“You know what, baby? I’m really fucking done with this place.” There was something dangerous about the saccharine smile on her face, or maybe it was just the murderous glint in her orbs. Chloe wasn’t someone quick to anger, but in her defense, she’d just sat there and listened to a very drunken version of her partner’s best friend all but propose to them. So, from her perspective, she was practically a saint for waiting that long. “Why don’t we try to get a bit of fresh air, yeah? We can come back to your friends later.”

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“That sounds like the oldest line in the book, if you ask me.” Despite her accusation, Annie felt enraptured. She liked receiving attention, thrived under it, especially if it was Dawson’s. And taking a break from their routines sounded exactly like the kind of opportunity they deserved to have fun. “But let’s say I believe you. What have you got in mind? Is there anything we should do first?”

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"hey, i'm serious. i wasn't even gonna come on this trip if you weren't."

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“For someone who broke your heart, they really haven’t stopped looking at you the entire night.” Celeste was annoyed, doing her absolute best not to act like she was staring at her friend’s ex. She shouldn’t have cared about the attention, but in her defense, there was a lot of nerve in that sort of shamelessness. “What do you say? Should we make them jealous?” Perhaps it was a childish thing to do, but she'd never intended to be the most mature person in the room.

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“Why don’t you get off that pedestal you love to place yourself on for a few minutes and tell me… because I’ve always been dying to ask—” They’d been the ones to start it, taunting and mocking when the vodka Willow had been drinking felt heavy on her tone. She wasn’t sure what it was, but watching them fight with that best friend of theirs gave her a thrill, and now she had no other choice but to twist the knife a bit deeper. It was just a part of her nature. “Does it ever get boring? To live your life like the funny-but-never-interesting-enough little sidekick?”

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“Please, I need you to do this for me.” Asking for help and begging made Delilah uneasy. But she was willing to endure any kind of suffering if it meant not having to deal with a long weekend of family disappointment. That was the entire reason why she stood at their doorway, speaking in record time, not even waiting to be invited in. “My parents love you; they do—they like you more than they like me. I didn’t have the heart to tell them we broke up.” If her voice got a little weak, then she didn’t want to analyze it. “So—how do you feel about coming with me to a wedding? Everyone says it will be fun.” The brunette offered an unconvinced smile.