"It's weird! I've known you since I was four!" I shouted, running my hands through my hair. He sat up against my headboard.
"Pres, Presley," he rubbed his temples, "babe, stop yelling."
"Don't you 'babe' me!" I fumed, balling my fists.
"Hey, it was just one night," he tried, but I ignored him, pulling on my skinny jeans.
"Oh, one night my ass," I muttered.
"That's what she said." He smiled.
"Not to you."
a/n
haaha ahba sass
this is based completely off of a feelings associated with the signs tumblr post (you can find it on the blog wildfairys) and so each chapter will be one of those feelings. i thought they'd make kickass writing prompts so woo
finley
