Tara's been clingier than usual— not that you're complaining, enjoying the way she drapes herself over you like a warm, weighted blanket, whining like a dejected puppy every time you'd move or shift or attempt to pry out of her hold. This has been going on for a week.

What you didn't know though, was the reason why she'd been particularly clingy. Because goddamn, this woman won't let you go anywhere. To the point that even Sam herself has had enough of her antics, begging the younger Carpenter to let you breathe.

Sue her, she's been jealous since your interaction with your ex. Jesus, she knew your ex was pretty— she's seen what she looked like in the posts you still haven't taken down on your Instagram, but fuck, the camera didn't her one bit of justice. Did her dirty in a way, instead.

Pouty five-foot-nothing girl hanging off your arm with deer eyes, begging and begging you to buy the pizza in-store instead of having it delivered directly to her apartment, jumping to her feet the moment you'd reluctantly agreed despite your aching bones.

And wow, who would've thought? There, in all her grace, was your drop-dead gorgeous ex— and what the ever fuck is she doing, gracing some joint that's definitely seen some better days with her ever-so poised presence?

Curse her jealousy and her mind for jinxing yet another interaction with your ex when she approached, falling quickly into conversation with you, gripping your forearm with such force that had you choking back a hiss, all white-knuckled and gritted teeth beside you the entire time.

The way back home was quiet and lacking physical touch, the sudden change of contact earning a raised brow from you, but you're already treading on fragile, thin ice, so you opted to bite your tongue back as she merely pokes at her pizza when you come back from reheating another batch, some shitty slasher playing on the background as usual. (They cooled off while you were chatting with your ex.)

God, stab her for being so paranoid, but you do think she's pretty, right?