❝ you look so pretty, pretty like the wind, every time you touch me i feel adrenaline ❞
ADRENALINE junkie and british pop star, phoebe raynott spends a drunken night with aussie heartthrob, jacob elordi, in an attempt to get over her ex, only to op...
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ADRENALINE — CHAPTER 10 skinny dipping
3rd november 2023 phoebe's point of view
i stand outside jacob's door, the same door i had hurried out of just 2 days ago.
after a few seconds of the first knock the door swings open, revealing jacob, i look up to see him.
i forgot how tall he is.
he smiles "hey" he says.
i can never quite place his accent, i know he's australian but his accent has definitely been tainted from living in the states.
"hey" i respond back.
he lets me in, his house is somewhat similar to mine, with same that 1930s, spanish style.
practically every wall is covered with photos, artwork or old hollywood movie posters.
in my opinion, you can tell a lot about somewhat via their house, and last time i was here, i really didn't spend a lot of time inspecting the house.
i follow him across the hall and into a dining room.
"so how's work?" i ask, making some small talk. "priscilla just came out last week, right?"
he nods, "yeah, and saltburns coming out in about 2 weeks" he responds.
"woah, you've been busy" i say, he turns and responds with a grin.
"yeah, i think i'm gonna some time off" he says, "what about you? you just got back from tour, right?" he asks me as we make our way through the hall.
i nod "mhm, i never really know what to do after a tour... i just find of mess around with some music, making the next album" i tell him, he looks at me like he's genuinely interested.
we walk into the dining room where a dinner is laid out, spaghetti bolognese and diet coke, dimly lit with candles.
i stand there in shock for a few seconds, i thought he would've ordered some takeout or something, not this.
before he can even respond to me i interrupt him, "you didn't have to do all this" i tell him, turning to face him.
"i wanted to" he shrugs like it's nothing, "i read somewhere that you love spag bowl and diet coke because it reminds you of your childhood."
