you make me shiver with the fire you got....
this thing we started, i don't want it to stop.
lip gallagher x fem! oc
shameless us/ season one-five
childhood friends to lovers tro...
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗦 Spencer's beacon of tranquility. Lately, tranquility itself had been a vast anomaly in her life. But truly, how could one really define that term? Tranquilness. A dictionary would tell you its the quality state of being serene. Which is true. Nirvana, perhaps.
However, where one person may see the idea of tranquility being encompassed in the essence of their own surroundings and the comfort of not being amongst the outside world. Cocooned blankets, trashy television to rot the brain. Books. Detrimental daydreaming. All of which Spencer loved too. Another may crave off of company. Consistent or non-consistent.
Having a small group or even a person to superbly ramble to about any topic in the world, whilst kicking back on crappy waring sofas living in a moment of ignorant bliss from the responsibilities that awaited.
Was it wrong to say that her friends were distractions? Probably. But there presence was a great ease whenever they all could work out a convenient and manageable time to all meet up and hang out to do absolutely nothing, which surprisingly had become a lot more harder of a task for all of them to do. Reed worked three jobs now. Anymore and he'd be in the running with Barbie for the most occupations held in one lifetime.
