Anne's curled up on her couch under a blanket with a cold when her phone rings and it's Emily, and she sighs, because she loves Emily, who wouldn't, Emily's a force of nature, but on the other hand - Emily's a force of nature.
But Anne picks up anyway, because that's what you do when the closest thing you have to a BFF calls, you answer no matter what, and it's as scary and as real as Anne expected it to be.
Hey, Anne.
Hey, Ems.
So listen, I think we should do Lip Sync Battle.
A coughing fit.
We should do what?
Her throat hurts.
Lip Sync Battle. Come on, A, it'll be fun.
Silence
We agreed during that Pretty Little Liars marathon that you're never gonna call me A and I'm never gonna call you E.
Sorry, Anne, slip of the tongue, Emily says, but they both know she's lying, she just enjoys mildly annoying Anne into submitting to whatever crazy plan she has for them at the moment.
Oh, and you can't tell me what song you're doing. But you have to think of a song. And it has to be a good one.
(My throat hurts, Ems) Of course, Ems. But you know I'll kick your ass any song I choose.
Sure, sweetie, you can keep telling yourself that.
added you back as a friend, btw. ALSO had to immediately stalk your blog and then realized i already fell in love with your LJ a few years back when i read your cece/schmidt fic. now excuse me as i go prompt cece and cece/schmidt so i maybe trick you into writing it :D
Anne's curled up on her couch under a blanket with a cold when her phone rings and it's Emily, and she sighs, because she loves Emily, who wouldn't, Emily's a force of nature, but on the other hand - Emily's a force of nature.
But Anne picks up anyway, because that's what you do when the closest thing you have to a BFF calls, you answer no matter what, and it's as scary and as real as Anne expected it to be.
Hey, Anne.
Hey, Ems.
So listen, I think we should do Lip Sync Battle.
A coughing fit.
We should do what?
Her throat hurts.
Lip Sync Battle. Come on, A, it'll be fun.
Silence
We agreed during that Pretty Little Liars marathon that you're never gonna call me A and I'm never gonna call you E.
Sorry, Anne, slip of the tongue, Emily says, but they both know she's lying, she just enjoys mildly annoying Anne into submitting to whatever crazy plan she has for them at the moment.
Oh, and you can't tell me what song you're doing. But you have to think of a song. And it has to be a good one.
(My throat hurts, Ems) Of course, Ems. But you know I'll kick your ass any song I choose.
Sure, sweetie, you can keep telling yourself that.
An eye roll. Force of nature indeed.
Night, Ems.
Night, Anne.
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OH ME TOO, V. EXCITED.
added you back as a friend, btw. ALSO had to immediately stalk your blog and then realized i already fell in love with your LJ a few years back when i read your cece/schmidt fic. now excuse me as i go prompt cece and cece/schmidt so i maybe trick you into writing it :D
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