#they're best friends. they don't hate each other they weren't miserable together. they told a fantastic story and they deserved that moment

[fightzaynfight]

i go fairly long periods of time not actually looking @ the z°wens tag on here and every time i take a peek in i'm just like

[flwersgarden]

࿓ lovely night. ִ ۫ ּ

pairings : austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : you and elvis are always bickering, pretending to hate each other every opportunity you two get. keyword: pretending.

includes : lil bit of angst (don't worry there's fluff), the reader and elvis being stubborn and at the same time being in love, enemies to lovers.

author's note : watched la la land and i know mia and sebastian are still together after everything haha.... haha.... right guys?.... guys???

“ what are you doing here? ”

elvis smiled, opening his arms.

“ doll! ”

you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“ i'm not a doll. ” elvis hugged you either way, chuckling when you muttered something under your breath.

“ i know. ” he slightly nodded, breaking the hug so he could look at you.

“ what are you doing here? ” you asked again, with curiosity this time, your tone still a bit harsh.

“ well, i have to travel, don't i? with all the... shows i have. ”

you hummed, looking at him up and down, clearly not believing him.

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you and elvis weren't the best of friends, yes, you were acquaintances if you will but you just couldn't stand him. and he couldn't stand you.

the first time you met him, he dismissed you as nothing. you were a reporter, one that achieved many things no male reporter could and the fact that he just autographed your questions and just smiled while patting you in your head before walking off (without letting you say anything) made you angry. very angry.

so the next time you had an interview with him, you asked personal questions.

not that kind of rude questions. but the intimate ones.

elvis frowned every time you asked something, it was clever of you to ask with his fans in the room as they whistled for every question.

and after everyone left but you, him and his staff, you stood up, patted his head and smiled before walking out.

after that, you had to go in a meeting with colonel parker who just told you how unprofessional of you that was and the worst thing is that you knew he was right... but the other part of you, the stubbornness, said oh so you're in his side too.

so, yeah, now you're elvis presley's number one hater.

you lost your job but, honestly, you were at peace at that because you didn't care about the man anymore so what's the point and he can honestly fuck off and you could survive for a few months, at least. but, clearly, elvis didn't think the same.

he wanted to make your life more miserable so he hired you to be his assistant in pr management, saying:

“ well, darling, i feel like a saint today. ”

when you asked him why would he want you in his inner circle of work.

you didn't believe him.

he knew that no one was hiring you. he knew your life was going to shit.

so, swallowing your dignity, you accepted.

elvis: 2, y/n: 1.

which takes us back to the present, where elvis announced he was going to travel with you.

“ i thought you traveled with jerry and the colonel and... those guys. ”

elvis laughed, shaking his head. “ believe me, i rather travel with them than with you but they're full, the colonel is taking some friends that want to see me perform at this party. ”

you thought his explanation was dumb but you could only agree. you didn't want the colonel screaming how worthless you are for not following orders and how you're still eating because of elvis.

“ fine. jump in. ” you opened the car door to the driver seat, seating on it after closing the door, starting the car only after elvis sat next to you, closing his door.

elvis glanced at you, chuckling when he caught your frowning face. “ aw come on! this is going to be fun! ”

it was everything but fun.

elvis just kept talking about everything he could think of.

“ i kinda like your old boss... is she single? ” “ ew, what? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ you look like a child when you're angry, as if you're about to throw a tantrum or something. ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️“ jerry is so funny, and that comes from me! ” “ yeah, sure. ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ the colonel sometimes fucks everything up. ” “ hah, you tell me? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ i bought my dad this weird figure for his birthday, he collects them, i swear i'm not weird. ” “ ew? ” ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ ️️ ️️️️️️️️️ “ you look like you're about to throw up-. ” “ shut it, presley! ”

when you both arrived, you could feel the sigh of relief leave your body, getting out of the car after parking it next to other cars out there. elvis following behind you.

“ that was fun! ” he said with his hands on his waist, obviously proud of himself for bothering you the whole 3-hour road trip.

god, you could punch him.

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hours later, the colonel instructed you to take elvis back to the hotel before this gets worse. fans just trying to climb the stage while elvis went backstage, musicians trying to wrap up quickly so they don't get caught and get, probably, hurt. you could just nod before running to elvis, who was ready to leave; wearing some black purple suit and tinted lavender sunglasses.

after running for a few minutes with heels that you hated, you and elvis found yourself stranded, a bunch of cars parked in the street without no sign of your car being close.

“ oh, great. ” you muttered, clicking the car key for the car to at least make a sound for it to be easier to find.

“ you can put it in your chin. ” elvis said while looking around.

you stopped walking, looking at him with an annoyed look which he responded with a giggle.

“ what? it works! ”

“ oh, i bet it does. ” you sarcastically said.

“ yeah, your head works like an antena. but i think it gives you cancer so.. ”

you held your laugh, not wanting to give him some sort of satisfaction, shaking your head before you saw a bench close to which you walked to.

“ wait, i need to change my shoes. my feet are killing me. ” you quickly said to elvis, sitting on the bench, talking off your heels.

elvis' eyes lighted up at the sight of the view that was behind the bench, his hand in the tree next to him holding the weight of his body.

“ what a lovely view, huh. ”

you turned around looking at it for a few seconds before shrugging.

“ i've seen better. ” you shortly answered, dusting your heels off before putting them in your bag, taking the comfortable pair of shoes that you kept for emergencies.

“ ha, yeah. ” elvis softly answered, now walking to sit next you in the bench. “ bet you did. ”

you looked at him, annoyed again, before just sighing; your focus on changing your shoes.

“ y'know, this could be a romantic place. ”

you laughed, now your attention once again robbed by whatever dumbassery he was going to say.

“ you sure? ”

“ i'm damn sure. ”

“ please elaborate, you love god. ”

he rolled his eyes annoyed at the sight of your mocking smile before returning to change your shoes.

“ well, for some other girl and guy, this would've been. i mean. ” he stood up, walking to find the sight again.

“ the sun's nearly gone, the lights are turning on... a silver shine that stretches to the sea. ”

you scoffed, still clicking the car key to find the goddamn car.

“ that's tailor made for two. ” he looked at you with an annoyed gaze which you returned. “ what a shame those two are you and me. ”

after changing your shoes, you sat giving him your back, a way of telling him to shut up and find the car but he loved to ignore you.

“ and this. ” he moved his hand to him and you. “ could never be. ”

you frowned.

“ you're not the type for me. ”

“ really? ” you, for some reason, feeling attacked replied.

“ what a waste of lovely night. ” he shrugged, walking away from you.

okay, now you're pissed.

“ you say there's nothing here, well, let's make something clear. ” you walked enough to stand next to him, pointing at his chest with your finger. “ i think i should be the one to make that call. ”

“ yeah? what's your call? ” he, with an unimpressed tone, asked.

“ even though you look so cute, in your polyester suit — ” you shrugged.

“ hey, it's wool. ”

“ — you're right, i would never fall for you at all. ” you walked to the bench again, acting nonchalant, ignoring elvis surprised and offended face who just followed you.

“ and maybe this appeals to one of your... lovesick fans but for me? ha! ” you shook your head, clearly making fun of him. elvis just walked behind you.

“ i'm frankly feeling nothing. ” you said, faking a thinking face looking to the bright sky.

“ is that so? ” he muttered, fixing his hair before standing in the other side of the bench.

“ or... it could be less than nothing? ” you then looked at the ground.

“ good to know. ” he sat next to you, quite close. “ so, you agree? ”

you hummed, gifting him one of your most fake smile, looking right back at him.

“ that's right. ”

you both look at each other with an angry, challenging look.

“ what a waste of lovely night. ” you both said, then looking to the opposite side.

you, ignoring the beat of your heart. elvis, ignoring the genuine smile that threatened to show.

after a moment, you put the car key in your chin as you looked at the mess of cars in front of you.

' beep! '

you and elvis looked at each other.

the both of you stood up, walking away from the bench and now walking to the car.

as you arrived, elvis cleared his throat. you turned around, no annoyed gaze and no mocking smile in sight.

“ thank you for... taking me here. ” elvis frowned, clearly cringing at how dumb that sounded.

you chuckled, not a mocking one or a fake one, shrugging your shoulders.

“ whenever you like. ” you softly answered, elvis eyes lightning up. now the night seemed brighter.

“ you mean that? ” he sounded like a little kid which parent just promised to buy him a toy.

“ yeah. ” you smiled, opening the car door before getting in.

elvis stating at the spot you were in.

well, the night was no longer wasted.

[yanderecandystore]

🥺🥺🥺🥺 OHMYGODTHANKYOU!!

I'm glad my writing makes you happy!

Sorry for making you wait! And also, sorry if it isn't what you expected (cause I'm st00pid)

I think we might be able to see this new wealthy student some other time.

Trusting [Yandere bully - Headcanons]

Since you started studying in this school, you noticed how so many students here are actually really wealthy.

Some people were nice to you, some people didn't care about you being poor.

If it wasn't for the twins, you would actually make a lot of friends. That's the sad part.

You hate the fact that people are afraid of talking to you, but you can't fully blame them. If they did, they would be tormented as well, especially if they were poor like you.

Actually, for some reason the people that used to talk with you that had the same condition as you, suddenly decided to change schools.

You didn't hear anything from them anymore.

But anyway, you were in the school's library trying to find an book for your next school project. Your teacher had given some copies in class, but there were only a few that she had picked up, and you ended up being without one.

She said you should ask someone to share a book with you and make a project in group, but no one wanted to make this project with you. Only the twins. You aren't accepting their offer.

You find a copy of the book that you needed, but, it's too high on the shelve for you.

You struggle to reach it, when someone else grabs it. A student you haven't met before, he is a bit taller than you.

He said he wanted to read this book as is one of his favorites, and that was the last copy that the school library had, so you tell him you needed for an school project.

He looked a bit sad, but he seemed to understand that you needed it more than him, awwn poor guy, you felt a little bad about this but he seemed to not mind as much as you.

He, actually wasn't bothered about being close and talking to you. Should you do something? Should you say something?

"- . . . So, uhn, do you like reading?" You were trying to start an conversation as best as you could. You were a little desperate to meet new people, to talk to someone who isn't always belittling you.

He says that yes, he enjoys reading, he doesn't have an specific genre that he likes, well, maybe novel, but yeah, he enjoys reading pretty much anything.

You start to say your tastes, even if you aren't an bookworm yourself, you enjoy an good book from time to time.

This is going so well, you think. He seems to like talking with you with is really good! This is the best conversation that you had in a long time.

You start switching subjects, finding little things in familiar. He seems to be a nerdy boy, but also he loves animals so much, he has a chinchilla!

You want to celebrate this moment, it feels amazing to talk with this guy!

You part your ways, the student leaves you to go to the third year classes. Well, he is an really nice person! And a bit cute in a way.

You find yourself rethink about him and your silly little talk, gosh, you actually feel happy for talking with him.

Well, he is thinking the same.

He had heard about you, the twins plaything, to torment, to bully. He should have known better to never hear some random gossip, but he heard the rumours about you and the twins Coldwell. Everyone heard about it.

He planned on never talking to you, never saying anything about your name, as precaution for his on safety. He didn't need the twins to start targeting him again. It seems that everyone that talks with you, is doomed.

But.

You were really nice. He saw you on the library, thinking that, if the twins aren't close, he could see for himself what type of person you were. He didn't want to read that book, he already had an copy of it, he just thought it would help him get closer to you.

It's funny when thinks of it, he always tried to avoid you at all costs, so he wouldn't be harmed. But somehow, he was always there, looking at a distance, seeing them treat you like an toy, with he hated it. He somehow, was always looking out to see if you were there, getting closer.

Thinking about you and twins every now and then since you were the school's main gossip. But thinking about you every second.

He feels so dumb now, avoiding you like an decease, but somehow, obsessively thinking about you. Thinking about if he should talk to you at least once, if he should interfere in the bullying at least once.

It was tempting, you were always trying to be close to people, but people avoided you. Sometimes you looked so sad.

He doesn't want you to be all alone like this, he know deep down, how it hurts to be all by yourself.

He thinks you're kinda cute, maybe it was the way you were struggling to get the book or just your little ways of expressing yourself.

He wants to get to know you better. Maybe you'll want to know him too?

Rumours around this school, spread like oxygene through the air.

A pretty boy was seen walking around with you. An third year. Walking around and talking with you.

Some say they saw him grabbing the book for you, some say they saw him patting your head, some say they saw you holding hands. Some say you were flirting with him, some say that you were offering him something, some say that they saw you two going out after school.

Basically, the truth mixes with lies and misinterpretetions of what really happened.

And basically, the twins are pissed.

"- WHAT??!"

Both can tell that there are some lies mixed in this rumours, after all, they know you wouldn't do such a thing.

You wouldn't just, go out with someone you just met, or, hold hands with them, right? It doesn't sound like an you-thing-to-do.

They're so afraid that those rumours might be true though. What if you were that easy? What if he likes you? What if you like him too? What if you have know him for a long time, and you were seeing each other, and you were happly dating in secret and-

Thinking about all possibilities, asking who saw and who knows exactly what happened.

No one seems to be telling the full story. This isn't going well.

The best option is to see for themselves. They could ask you, sure, but what guarantees that you wouldn't lie? You probably have been lying all this time to them.

Acting all shy to them, but probably being completely different on the inside.

They find you, sitting alone at lunchtime, God they wish they could just come in and take you away! But they need to see if this "pretty boy" appear.

Someone is coming close to you.

Oh, they know that guy! He was an close friend to them, until, he started being an wuss and decided to quit. Saying they were taking it "too far", that they were acting like kids.

"- Asshole."

They don't mind seeing him around school, they actually don't care about him. But seeing you be this, happy, close to someone else hurts them.

You two look like an couple, neither of them like this. Although being calm most of the time, the thought of loosing you to this guy makes Adrien want to cry on the spot.

And Alexandra is just having trouble keep it together. She is sad but also so angry at what she is seeing.

You look like your normal self, the one before the bullying started. Happy and excited about the little things in life. They never understood why you were like that.

They wanted to see that again.

And that asshole is just mocking them at this point, he looks like he is enjoying this a little too much. Getting too close to you.

They didn't know what to do! They can't loose you to this prick! They think for a while, until:

"- Oh . . . I think I have an idea . . ."

You were talking to your new friend, it was nice to eat lunch with company.

But you could see both twins coming closer, it seems like you can't take a break for one day.

"- Greetings sweetheart! We were looking for you!!" Alexandra says, she is ready to just grab you and run away but, they have a better plan in mind.

"- You never showed up, why did you leave us waiting?" Adrien asks you-and oh, yeah! You were supposed to go meet them in their favorite spot, but since they didn't say anything to you personally you didn't remember.

You normally go just so things don't get complicated. Not because you want to.

"- We see you already met our friend here, isn't he a cutie? We were wondering, what sweet lies have he feed you?"

. . .

"- . . . What? What do you mean?" You start to panic a little, please, they can't be telling the truth. Is an trick, right?

"- Your new boyfriend here and us are besties since childhood! We used to be playing around and planning our next big prank on little pests like you."

"- You want to know our best prank ever?"

"- Oh please, [Y/N] don't listen to-" Alexandra shushes him with her hand, a little too aggressively. That could count as an slap.

"- Sshh- Our best prank was making an pathetic student, that got lovestruck by our little charming prince over here, understand the cruel reality that they weren't in the same level!"

"- Do you remember their faces? When they started crying after you harshly rejected them? When told them you were so far above their reach?"

"- I-I'm not like that anymore!" He says, saying it more towards you than towards your bullies.

"- If I were you, I would be careful [Y/N]~"

"- You never know when he'll strike-"

"- S-Shut UP! How can I trust what you're saying, if all you have done was try to make my life miserable?!!" You yell at them, you can't hold it anymore, this hurts way too much!

"- . . . Well, we have never lied to you, have we?"

"- We have only ever told you the truth, you're beneath people like us, you're beneath people like him! An pathetic loser that needs to know their little place" They say as they start to go away.

"- Whenever he breaks your silly little heart, don't be surprised."

. . .

They're gone now.

God, you know you shouldn't listen to them, but can you trust someone you just met?

You start to cry a bit.

"- [Y/N], I'm sorry, I probably should have told you sooner. But please, I swear I'm not like that anymore! I feel terrible about it, and if I could I would-"

"- It's fine! You don't need to say anything now, I just, really need some time alone." You tell him, you need a little bit of space now.

He hesitates, but decided to go away and leave you alone for a bit.

The twins can't simply force the principal to expel him, can't just pick up a fight with him, can't blackmail him, but they can sure make you question your new friend's relationship with the twins.

You feel worst now, it feels like you can't trust anyone.

You'll probably talk to him later, but, you need some time alone.

He feels terrible for what he has done in the past, and feels even worse for not telling you sooner.

But he swears that he is going to make it up for you, somehow . . .

And both twins swear to bring up all of their fun times with this student, if it means making you go away from him.

"- When he breaks your heart, we'll be here waiting for you with open arms :)!"

[punkscowardschampions]

Bea & Fraze

Bea: [Sends article] He's out Bea: 4 years early Bea: Fucking 'good behaviour' Caleb left the chat 3 hours ago Fraze (Caleb) joined the chat 3 hours ago Fraze: I'll kill him. Finding him won't be hard Fraze: The cunt couldn't do one decent thing and rot behind bars Fraze: Fucking hell. Where are you? Is anyone else with you Bea: Good one Bea: You'll just take his place and YOU will get life Bea: He's smiling, he fucking loves it Bea: Won't be surprised if I'm subjected to reading 'his side of the story' next Fraze: I'm not gonna stand around doing fuck all like I had to as a kid Fraze: I'll take my punishment if it means wiping the smile off his face at the same time Bea: Nothing's changed, can't change anything Bea: that was it, that was the punishment, my closure, now its done Bea: Oh, and leave me alone? Great Bea: Besides, you have people who give a shit about you, unlike him, people who you can't do that to Fraze: I'd never do that. Fucking never. Wherever I am Fraze: But I'd be doing this for you, 'cause you can't ruin your life for this cunt again Fraze: You're the one I care about. I'd do anything for you Bea: I didn't ruin MY life Bea: HE did, end of Bea: I'm not under illusion anyone can do anything about it anymore Bea: left those dreams on the playground Fraze: I didn't mean it like that Fraze: What so I can't do anything? Fuck that Bea: Sorry to say, babe Bea: get angry if it helps you sleep at night Bea: I'm sick of being angry Fraze: I don't give a shit about helping myself Fraze: There has to be something I can do for you Bea: What? Bea: I'll just book myself into therapy when I can afford it Bea: repress it all like a good girl Fraze: Talk to me. I ain't a shrink granted but it won't cost you more than a drink like Bea: What do you want me to say, Fraze? Fraze: Fuck I don't know, Bea Fraze: What do you wanna say Fraze: Be honest Bea: Nothing Bea: I wish I didn't have to think about it and remember it Bea: never mind talk about it Bea: I wish it never happened because I don't wanna be that girl Bea: Its pathetic, I'm pathetic and I hate it Fraze: It did happen, yeah, but it doesn't make you pathetic Fraze: You ain't that, never have been Bea: Yes, I am Bea: What could be more pathetic than an abused orphan Bea: everything about it screams pity me and I don't want that Fraze: No. You're smart, brave, determined, beautiful and that's not the half of it Fraze: That's what happened, not who you are Fraze: Who's pitying the best student at Cambridge? Come on. Bea: I'm hardly shouting about who I am and where I've come from, am I Bea: but its still the truth, even if I hide it forever Fraze: Nor am I. Why have we gotta? Fraze: The truth is he shouldn't be out. Ever Fraze: And that shit shouldn't have happened to you Bea: Because its all fake, a lie Bea: Well it did Bea: I doubt he'll be able to pull that shit again, looks on death's door the miserable fat cunt Bea: Who's going to let him near their children now? Fraze: We're real Fraze: Fingers crossed, save me a job, yeah? Bea: Yeah? Bea: Ok Fraze: Bea, don't Fraze: You know it Fraze: I love you Bea: Even so Bea: still can't make it work Bea: still gotta fuck around Fraze: We are making it work Bea: If that's what you wanna call it Bea: Sure Bea: Functioning, super healthy Fraze: I never said that Fraze: Christ, we keep having the same fight about this for one thing Fraze: But we're not giving up Bea: Only because we're stubborn Bea: doesn't mean its a good thing Bea: Perhaps we should Fraze: Fuck you. You don't get to push me away Fraze: Not 'cause of him Bea: I can do whatever I want Fraze: Yeah you can Fraze: But don't lie to me or yourself that this is what you wanna do Bea: Is it a lie? Bea: Why else would we have made up that stupid rule Bea: Obviously over it Fraze: Speak for yourself Fraze: You aren't speaking for me now. Simple as Bea: Bullshit! Bea: I've not slept with anyone else Bea: you have Fraze: So what? Fraze: That doesn't mean I don't want you Fraze: I do Bea: That's exactly what it means Bea: Don't be ridiculous Fraze: You're being fucking ridiculous Fraze: I didn't go behind your back once. I wouldn't Fraze: If not for this agreement bullshit I wouldn't have looked at anyone else Bea: You can say that 'cos you haven't had to try Bea: it was for your benefit Fraze: You agreed to me to it along with me Fraze: You didn't tell me you weren't fucking around Fraze: I thought it was what you wanted Bea: Because I know you Bea: I'd rather at least be able to front like it was my idea Bea: than just get fucking cheated on Fraze: Clearly you don't Fraze: Fuck you Fraze: I don't know how many times I can tell you that I love and want you Bea: That's what he used to say too Bea: Just words Fraze: Don't you fucking dare put me up against him Fraze: I'm nothing like him Bea: Calm down, I'm not calling you a kid fucker Fraze: Don't tell me to calm down Fraze: You're calling me a piece of shit that's enough Fraze: I'd never hurt you. Ever. In any way Bea: Look Bea: Sorry, alright? Bea: I didn't mean that Bea: Not intentionally but you can't say that like its fact Fraze: Why can't I? It's a fact for me, living by it Fraze: I'm a lot of things, yeah, but I'm not that to you. I won't be Fraze: Like I said, I'd do anything for you. Tell me what you want me to do Bea: Because you can't control me or what hurts me Bea: Stop caring Bea: Can't you see where it ends? Fraze: Stop twisting it Fraze: I'm not trying to control anything except this now, you pushing me away, 'cause it's fucked Fraze: Look, I know where we end Fraze: Marry me. I mean it Fraze: All this bullshit can just stop Bea: Why would you say that? Bea: Now, REALLY Fraze: 'cause I love you Fraze: It'll happen one day why not now Bea: No, it won't Bea: I don't want to get married Bea: I'm trying to make something of my life not end it prematurely Fraze: I'm not stopping you Fraze: A ring wouldn't either Fraze: What the fuck happened to doing it together? Bea: What happened is we obviously can't Bea: We want different things, we're in different places Bea: It is what it is, Fraze Fraze: Bullshit Fraze: You're scared Bea: Of what? Fraze: Fuck knows. You tell me Fraze: He did a number on you and you think I'm gonna Fraze: You're safe with me. I let you know that when we met. Nothing's changed Bea: You were just a kid then Bea: you didn't know what you were promising and you certainly don't need to stick to it now Bea: some fucked sense of duty Bea: I just told you I didn't want to be a sad pity case Fraze: Maybe not then but I do now and I'm still saying Fraze: It's love, that's what it's been since I was 7 Fraze: And I told you, you fucking aren't Bea: Fraze Bea: The answer is still no Fraze: You don't have to marry me, just don't fucking leave, yeah? Bea: How can I? We aren't together now already Fraze: You know what I mean Fraze: Fuck's sake Bea: Anyway Bea: just had to tell someone Fraze: Bea Fraze: Come on Bea: I can't Bea: I can't do or say what you want me to Bea: I'm sorry Bea: I really am Fraze: Fuck sorry Fraze: I want you. End of. I'm not asking for any more than that Fraze: What's hard about that all of sudden? Bea: Are you kidding me? You're living what's hard about it right now too, yeah? Bea: Either that or you're full of shit Bea: I can't keep missing you all the damn time Bea: it hurts too much Fraze: We knew it was coming Fraze: You're telling me you'd rather call it quits forever than miss me for a couple more years? Fraze: How'd that hurt less? Fraze: You're full of shit Bea: Fine, make ME say it Bea: because we'll get over each other Bea: we'd have to Fraze: If there's someone else just say it Bea: There isn't Bea: Don't try and make it into something it isn't Fraze: It's that London lad Fraze: I'll fucking kill him Bea: Bronson? Bea: That is ludicrous for so many reasons, which you'd be aware of if you took any time to listen to me, or try to get to know him Fraze: Don't turn this around on me, babe Fraze: He's the one pretending 'cause he's out for what he can get, with you Fraze: just friends, yeah? Fuck off Bea: That's not a thing that happens in real life, babe Bea: who knew you liked chick-flicks so much Bea: you think I wouldn't notice if I was slowly being wooed by my 'asexual' friend? Bea: the word alone makes him uncomfortable never mind this story you're concocting Fraze: Bullshit Fraze: And the point is, you have noticed and you're loving it Fraze: Gone off me 'cause you want him, but it's a big fucking joke, yeah? Bea: Oh, fuck off Bea: Even if he was into me, WHICH HE'S NOT, doesn't mean I HAVE to reciprocate it, WHICH I DON'T Bea: What do you even want me to say on this? Like, its not real, you're making it up Fraze: Go fuck yourself Fraze: Or him 'cause you clearly wanna Fraze: Trying to make me step aside like it's my idea Bea: Shame I can't, ey? Bea: 'Cause by this stupid fucking agreement I'm well within my right to anyway so Bea: why are you getting so angry? Fraze: You know why Fraze: I don't have feelings for any other girls Fraze: I'm not spending all my time with them like they're my girlfriend Bea: So I'm not allowed friends now? Bea: You have friends, I don't accuse you of fucking them or being in love with them Bea: My God! Fraze: Why am I the cunt for not wanting you to fucking replace me? Fraze: Christ sake Bea: Because I'm not! Bea: And if you can't take me at my word on that then tell me Bea: how do I prove that to you? Fraze: Stop pushing me away Fraze: And take me at my own fucking word Bea: I'm not pushing you away because there's someone else Bea: and you know it Fraze: What the fuck do I know? Fraze: You're messing with my head Fraze: Being fucking stupid Bea: I'm not trying to Bea: that's what I'm telling you Bea: leave Bea: don't get pulled in by my mess Fraze: Bea Fraze: Stop this shit Fraze: Enough now, yeah? Fraze: I'm not begging Bea: I can't Bea: Alright Bea: It ain't that simple Fraze: What's complicated Fraze: Don't act crazy Bea: That's right Bea: I'm crazy Fraze: Fucking hell Fraze: I'll call you when you've caught yourself on Fraze: Not getting nowhere Bea: Don't Bea: I don't want to talk to you Fraze: Don't answer Fraze: I can't make you Bea: Yeah 'cos I need you blowing up my phone Bea: Just leave me alone Fraze: I don't need you turning this on me Fraze: I'm trying Fraze: it's you doing this now Bea: Hey at least I didn't propose Fraze: Fuck you Bea: Fuck you right back