laundry love [completed]

f o r t y s i x : tribal ponchos

"it's been two days, adrian."

"..."

"here."

"what's this, ira?"

"a peace treaty."

"tickets to vengaboys' concert. really?"

"..."

"treaty accepted."

"good. 'cause we're going to get wasted tonight."

[a/n: guys, guys. i got ninety five fucking percentage for my gcse's. what life?] [also, my friend and i went for the vengaboys' concert two nights back: of we're going to ibiza; boom, boom, boom; to brasil; shalala fame. to say that it was the best night of my life would have to be an understatement. we snuck into the vip section with the help of the bouncer and lots of innocent grins. we could literally touch them.] [and oh, follow and check out exoticfinn's work: balconial conversations. she is bae and deserves it since she kind of had to bear all my drunken pm's and comments.] [also, keep a lookout for the next chapter. it's my way of saying thank you for the one-fucking-thousand votes. i love you, peeps.]