look at emily

  • Emily: [looking out the window] Oh, look! There's stacie and aubrey! [starts yelling] Hey! Hey, you guys! Hey!
  • [stacie and aubrey start taking each other's clothes off]
  • Emily: [eyes widen] Ohh!! Ohh! Ahh-ahhh!!
  • Beca: What?!
  • Emily: [screaming] Ahhh!! Stacie and aubrey!! Stacue and aubrey!!
  • Beca: Oh my God!
  • EMILY: STACIE AND AUBREY!!!!
  • Chloe: OH MY GOD!!!
  • Emily: OH!! MY EYES!!! MY EYES!!!!
  • Chloe: Em!! EMILY!! It's okay!! It's okay!!
  • Emily: NO! THEY'RE DOING IT!!!
  • [beca and looking at each other with worry]
  • Beca: they broke our child.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.