"You know, I was so close to not showing up because I thought you were drunk or joking. When I realized you were serious, I actually considered leaving you in here for a whole night. Maybe just maybe then you’d learn your lesson."
"the whole night? really you would do that to your best friend? I’m hurt, but I do promise this is the last night you will have to pick me up I will never listen to angle again"
"British royal family isn’t ideally one you’d like to part of. Unless you’re content with having relatives who suffer from premature balding and set of cousins who look like Augustus Gloop."
"that’s a interesting theory you have there, but your kind of ruining my princess fairytale"
"Thanks for coming to get me. All I heard was “This will be fun.” and the next thing I know, I was in jail."
"This isn’t the girls room, is it?"
“I think you’re born into that sort of thing.” Arrêtez d’être méchant.
"You never know I could be secretly related to the queen of England or something"
"This morning there were birds outside my window, Does this mean I am a princess finally?"
out for the night like if I owe you a reply. message me if you want to plot I would love some plots for real!
"There is a reason they invent birth control. Now come lay down and stop worrying about something that is only a .1 percent chance of happening." She looked over at him in hopes of calming him down a bit.
"birth control?" he lets out a sigh of relief. "You couldn’t have said that before I had the heart attack?" he smiled and made is way over to the bed, crawling in and warping his arms around the beautiful next to him.
"That is just rich." She flopped back on the bed, a half hearted chuckle escaping her lips.
"How is this funny?" the boy asks with a confusing look on is face." you could be pregnant. Fuck! fuck! fuck!" he runs his hands through his hair as he starts pacing back and froth.