obsessions

nora xcvii

nora: ann?
ann: ...
nora: ann!
ann: oh fuck it, what?
nora: you awake?
ann: i can't believe you
nora: what?
ann: nora, i swear i'm going to slap you with a chair, what's going on?
nora: i can't sleep
ann: and what do you want me to do? do i look like your fucking babysitter?
nora: actually-
ann: you finish that sentence and i'll tell every secret that you have
nora: ...would you sing something for me?
ann: jesus christ
nora: please?
ann: but why me? i can't have one single night of proper sleep can i?
nora: holy's voice is like cracking glass and i love emma but her singing sounds like a dying cat
ann: fine! but i'm going to sing whatever i want and you can't complain
nora: ok
ann: i figured it out, saw the mistakes of up and down
nora: one direction?!
ann: WHAT DID I SAY?!
nora: argh i hate you
ann: meet in the middle, there's always room for common ground