isn’t the *𝓊sual stevie that everyone knows her as. it makes her swallow hard, blinking once again but this time to fight back tears that threaten her eyes.
her nose scrunches slightly, blinking a few times. this wasn’t a rare occurrence; him not wanting to be seen with her in public. he had his reasons though —— ever since the fall of ‘ queen stevie ’, it would be a ruin to his reputation
his eyes narrow as he continues to stare ahead, his feet stopping in their tracks thus stopping her too.
he shakes his head slowly, neck craning down to look at her — the girl who’s supposed to be his girlfriend.
“no, stephanie. it’s not happening.”
a little girl.
so, she just nods her head, feet stopped next to his as she stares down at their shoes. “ right. you’re right, jay. sorry for asking. will you at least come over tomorrow .ᐣ ”
she hates how pathetic she sounds —— this
i have some liquor and a couple joints, but if you want to bring more or anything else, feel free to .ᐟ or just bring yourself. i just want to see you and catch up .ᐟ
she opens her mouth, just for it to fall back shut with no words. she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, chewing on it for a second before she tries a different approach. “ i know you don’t want to label us, but . . . ”
his gaze finally drops down to meet hers, with a scoff from his own lips.
“you want me to come? don’t you think that’s a bad idea? we shouldn’t even be seen together now, let alone in a more enclosed space.”
he gives a roll of eyes, glancing her over before looking back ahead.
her lips tug down into a frown momentarily, brows furrowing for a split second before she’s forcing a smile back on her glossy lips. slim fingers give a squeeze to his bicep. “ i was hoping you’d come .ᐣ ”
a hum from his lips as he half-listens to her, his own hands shoved into the pockets of his varsity jacket. he leads her along with him as they walk, eyes staring straight ahead at the path in front of them.
“okay. and what am i supposed to do with this information?”
hands slip around @halftimeshero’s bicep, acrylic nails linking together as she glances up at him. “ i’m throwing a party tonight . . . ” her voice is softer than usual; full of fondness for her boyfriend.