“ oh, i’m serious. you think i would just let you go out in such lack of style? nah, not for emily davis. that shit better be fantastic. i mean, i’m talkin straight outta rob zombie’s wet dreams, better than any cheesy slasher flick i’ve ever forced you to watch with me FANTASTIC. ” he smiles, though it slowly bubbles into a soft chuckle. ( her laugh has always been contagious, even if sarcastic. ) “ hey, i’m down. as long as that’s not the ONLY time you’ll show it to me. ”
❛ just promise me i won’t die like PARIS HILTON in house of wax. PSH! i’m pretty sure you two have the same wet dreams! all gory with hot blondes dying everywhere. ❜ she rolls her eyes softly, a smile creaking onto her lips ( she liked it when she made him laugh ).
❛ considering the ones i’m wearing right now, you picked - i’m SURE you’ll get to see them. if you play your cards right. ❜
