scilla🪽 yknow what one of my all time favourite songs is?
me what
scilla🪽 young and beautiful
me lana del rey?
scilla🪽 mhm
me i played that with her at the grammys one year
scilla🪽 NO YOU DID NOT
me
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scilla🪽 OH MY GOD??
me absolutely fucking yes i did
scilla🪽 TOM THATS INSANE LANA. DEL. REY.
me have you forgotten that i too am famous?🤨
scilla🪽 sorry
me you have got to stop apologising for stuff that doesnt matter
scilla🪽 sorry
me SCILLA😭
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"Listen to this." I tell Paul, taking the guitar pick out from between my teeth and rubbing it off on my jeans.
He hums, nodding at me from his place on the sofa.
I take a breath before beginning to strum the guitar on my lap.
"She's got a family in Carolina, so far away, but she says I remind her of home, feeling-" I hesitate, trying to remember the lyrics to the short but of song I wrote. "Oh so far from home...she never saw herself as a west coaster, moved all the way 'cause her grandma told her 'doll, better swim before you drown'."
Paul is nodding along the whole time I sing, but when I lead off, he frowns and sits up.
"Isn't Priscilla from Carolina?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah." I shrug. "So, what?"
"Dude, is that about her?"
"Yeah." I shrug again.
"Dude!"
"What?" I ask, placing the guitar on the floor next to me.
"Louis and Chris were right!"
"About what?"
"About you fancying Priscilla!"
Paul mocks my heritage a bit and for the millionth time in a minute, I shrug.
"So what if I do?"
"So, you haven't known her long, she's your photographer and you guys are complete opposites."
"Technically I've known her for about eleven years."
"You know what I mean!"
I stand up, taking my guitar with me. "Okay, I like her. Doesn't matter. If she wants to do something - we will. If she doesn't - fine."
I've always been this way - quick with my emotions, sorting my shit out. I knew from the second that I saw Priscilla in that restaurant with Louise a few weeks ago that she was a fucking beautiful woman that I'd end up wanting to be with in some way. Whether that be in a relationship or just sex.
"Fair enough." Paul purses his lips and shrugs back. "Did she really say you remind her of home?"
"Nope." I mumble around the cigarette I've placed in between my lips. "I'm just a little delusional."
