con·ver·sa·tion
ˌkänvərˈsāSH(ə)n/
noun
the informal exchange of ideas by spoken words.
"im glad you and ashley got along well!" mother cheered as we drove home from the club after dinner.
"yeah." i replied blandly. we were all tired, though i was for a different reason. "at dinner liam was totally checking out anahita."
"was not!!" liam chimed in defensively.
"were too!!" courtney said.
"well hayden and ashley couldnt stop staring at each other." liam retorted.
"well, we are friends so." i replied.
"you are?" mother asked.
"yeah, we know each other from calc."
"that surprises me, as sage hates her."
"sage hates her? why?" courtney asked sleepily.
"yeah, why?" liam said.
"long story." i said flatly.
"ugh." liam sighed.
Courtney was asleep.
mother was drunk.
i was driving.
liam hated it when i drove, though i was 17.
we had scattered conversations throughout the drive home, and i was glad to have my family laughing all in one place.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
while we are young / halsey
Fanfictionshe is hot cocoa on a winter day. she is mystery and sweet perfume. she is the fire in a blizzard, uncontrollable but contained. she is cigarette smoke and soft neck kisses. she is mine.
