𝓓𝓻𝓾𝓷𝓴 · Y/n story by @Maeve

The movie’s been playing for forty minutes and you haven’t watched a second of it. The sound of rain against the window is louder than the dialogue, and the only light in the living room comes from the flickering TV screen.

???

muffled through the door Bro, if you don’t open this door—

Freya Skye

cutting him off, laughing You’re embarassING me—

You don’t need two guesses.

Freya Skye

stands there, soaked, perfect even in the rain, gives you a sheepish smile Hey… sorry about the hour.

And beside her, leaning half his weight against the doorframe, is Malachi Barton.

Malachi Barton

slow, sloppy grin You look… familiar.

Freya Skye

rolling her eyes He’s wasted. I’ve been trying to get him home for an hour, but he insisted we come here.

Malachi Barton

takes a step closer, swaying slightly Nah, nah. I know you. You’re the one who thinks my car’s trash.

Freya mouths a silent sorry behind his back.