manon bannerman

(g!p !!manon)

you and manon spent christmas together since she was gone for tour. when you finally met up after almost three weeks, you did what you always did.

ate the shittiest food and watched the worst movie while cuddling. or making out.

“hey, whatchu’ want?” she tapped your arm to get your attention, referring to getting food.

her phone was perched on her thigh, held up with her hand while the other ran through your hair. you lifted your head and looked up at her

you both decided on wendy’s.

now, at the drive thru, manon pulled her hood up over her head, fixed her sweatpants near her junk, and rested one hands on the wheel of the car while the other rested on your thigh. “damn. ‘shits takin’ too long.”