. dare devils

[kendra santisi]

Heeding his advice she shoves her finger under the sink, the water more numb than any type of relief. Kendra watches it fall up and over the injury, at this point also numb to his jabs against her indiscretions. He could dish but he could rarely take, wide eyes quirking his direction with a sly smile. "Did you fuck her? Might have beat her to the punch on that one unless you've been harboring that secret for a while.” Alessia might be back in her orbit but was always going to be a minefield to navigate, one small step wrong and she'd be back to silence, ignorance, and the rare curt comment from her mother. She'd probably, definitely not approve of her kissing Taylor again but here she was, licking the chemistry from her lips. "Probably,” she starts honestly, eyes cast back to the television screen before she dares for another chunk of brownie. "I think we all wound up with addictions out of this whole thing. Zac's might be more...literal, but I'll chase the high of younger us for the rest of my life. Do you?”

[taylor maitson]

He scrunches up his nose at the idea of him being with Alessia. The two had grown close over the years, bonding over their shared betrayal, sending each other every picture of Zac and Kendra that had ever surfaced then sending each other long vitriolic voicenotes tearing their former friends apart. It was a deep bonding experience, though Alessia had started to lose patience with him once he let Isaac back into his life. "She fucks a guy in a band, you fuck his bandmate, it's not that much of a stretch." And then they're kissing, vitriol slipping to desire in the way that it often did with them. He watches her eat, noting that she hadn't excused herself to go to the bathroom yet and feeling buoyed by that observation. "Yeah. Even when I was moving into this place, some part of me imagined you standing right there. I've never really been able to picture a future without you in it."

[kendra santisi]

It's strange - Kendra had never necessarily felt like she was in competition with Alessia. Both different in looks and preferences, career paths similar yet entirely different. But if there's anything her friend had always done it was outshine her if they existed in the same space, something so naturally polarizing about her. If anything she felt like she sometimes had to keep up, even now forever a step behind due to her past. "Isaac fucks a model, you fuck her model friend. Goes both ways, baby,” she tosses over her shoulder as she opens the fridge, exploring its contents once again. An overly advertised health drink with electrolytes catches her eye, unscrewing the cap and taking a big swig before staring back at her pan. Letting herself enjoy for a minute, both this strange predicament and the sweet, crumbling cake that had burned her fingertips. "Tragic, isn't it?” Kendra admits, the words warm off her tongue as she drawls another swig. "The best and worst things that could ever happen to each other. I wouldn't want it any other way though, really. I'd be nothing without you.”