Like an angel with dirty wings.

“I absolutely don’t love you, Joey Lynch,” she breathed, fist knotting in my shirt, as she tugged my face down to hers. “And I always won’t.” september 18th 2004.

“I thought you said you don’t dance?” “Tonight’s an exception.” Glowering at the prick from school, who was gingerly backing away from my girl, I pulled her body flush against mine. “Happy eighteenth, Molloy.” september 18th 2004.

“I’m irreplaceable.” That she was.

“You’re really sticking around, aren’t ya?” “Afraid so.” I smiled in the darkness. “For the ring. The white dress. The white picket fence. The whole nine yards.” “Jesus,” he chuckled. “Don’t push it.” “I always push it, Joe.” “Understatement of the century, Molloy.”

“It’s your baby, Joe.” “Yeah.” Nodding to himself, he placed the sonogram in the picture slot in his wallet and smiled. “He is.”

“So, we’re besties?” she asked, holding her pinkie finger up. “Fuck it.” I shrugged and hooked mine around hers. “Why not?”

“I’m surprised you remembered my number?” “Are you kidding? I memorized your number when I was twelve.”

“Hey, stud.” “How’s my queen?” “Missing you,” I choked out through tears.

“It’s you, Molloy.” He tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “It’s you.” “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.” “It’s you,” he repeated gruffly, fingers tightening on my waist. “I pick you. Every single time.”

“You saw me back there,” she stated evenly, green eyes snaring me. “I did.” “You kept walking.” I nodded like a fool. “I did.” “Don’t do that again.” Fuck me. “I won’t.”

The clearest of my memories involved nights with her. The only nights I ever wanted to remember were the ones I spent with her.

I didn’t have anything left in the tank. I had spent so long being the brave one. The strong one. Now, all I wanted to do was fold into him. Because I couldn’t do this anymore. I needed someone to lean on.

“Take it down,” she instructed then, pulling down my hood. “I wanna see your pretty face.” “Pretty,” I snorted. “Jesus, keep those compliments coming, Molloy. You’ll do wonders for my ego.” “You are, though,”

She sighed, hand moving from my cheek to cup the back of my neck. “If I had a packet of Rolos right now, I’d give you my last one.” “Yeah?”I smiled, indulging her. “Well, if I had a packet of Rolos right now, Molloy, I’d give them all to you.”

"Check your ass." "Huh?" "Your ass," he mumbled, voice raspy and hoarse. "I'm on it." "No, you're not." "Yeah, I am," he replied, yawning. "If you're on my heart, then I'm on your ass."

“I want you to know that you’ve been the best part of my day for every day since I was twelve years old."

Joey: I don’t love you. x Molloy: I don’t love you back. <3 august 31st 2004