What Happens After Midnight

by K.L. Walther

“Nice nail polish,”

The best compliment ~^~

I wish we could go back, I thought, the words a murmur in my mind. I wish we could go back to the very first night…

TAYLOR SWIFT, ISTG

Hubbard Hall looked like a mansion that once belonged to the last great American dynasty.

AGAIN

“I will have cinnamon roll pancakes,” my mother replied brightly. “Please do not skimp on the vanilla frosting.”

WE'LL BE FATTIES TOGETHER

“Yes,” I agreed. I loved these breakfasts with her. “Endlessly fascinating, for sure.”

I <3 my mommy too

Anthropologie was always having a sale. Their clothes went from outrageously expensive to reasonably expensive.

There was also a chance she was still awake, possibly playing Wordscapes on her phone. “I’m on level 2,700!”

Mum core >>>>>

Tonight, he was wearing a pair of scuffed Blundstone boots, dark jeans, and a black sweatshirt with a Scotch-plaid flannel over top.

I'VE WORN THIS jk, but it is sota my style i think... idk man...

“Bathroom, with Alex holding her hair back.”

Cue head slap emoji

“Although after you turned six, it became difficult wrangling you into bed with Taylor Swift blasting on the other side of the door. You always wanted to go dance with the girls in the common room.” Honestly, it explained why my go-to karaoke song was “The Story of Us.” One of the girls must’ve been going through a tough breakup.

“Where did you get all the magazines?”

Yess, truly

eat it up like Tag did his scrambled eggs with ketchup.

The only way <3

Zoe responded with her middle finger.

*golf clap*

Nothing about being the Jester seemed worth it if you couldn’t be my partner in crime.”

I didn’t let him finish; instead, I grabbed his face and all but smashed my mouth against his.

FINALLY

The golf cart served as our getaway car, but it turned out a getaway car wasn’t truly a getaway car if you were taking what you wanted to get away from with you.

love this song

“Nice try, but I’m not my fiancée.”

Im confuzzeld this gave me a stroke

“Puck,” I said. “Alex, this is Puck.” “As in hockey?” He raised an eyebrow. “Or Midsummer?”

AHHH CAN I MARRY YOU SIR??!!

You’re about to play him, a voice in my head said. You’re about to play him like a fucking violin…

“God, I hate you,” I said, laughing. Alex shook his head. “I don’t believe you.” “Why not?” I asked. “Because,” he said, “you’ve got Tag’s favorite smile on your face.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

why did I highlight this?

“This is happiness,” Tag said reverently. “Happiness, all because of you.”

Alex would pull a muscle on the dance floor before popping a bottle of bubbly. Nonalcoholic, of course.