“Call it a ‘split’, like splitting two bags in half. ‘Chocolate’ is a reference for drugs. We come from quite a middle class place, similar to Beaconsfield and Wilmslow, we’re of those places. Those soulless and boring estates, not shit loads of money, not poor, just comfortable; the places you don’t hear about. The places where there’s a lot of sitting in your car smoking weed, and a lot of just sitting around in cars, because you’re not old enough to drink and there’s not a lot to do. It’s just about my relationship with drugs, which is better now, and our relationship with the police within our town. They are equally as bored as we are. They don’t have any criminals to chase so they chase after us; kids smoking weed.” -Matty Healy
ross and reader on separate dates but both end up getting stood up and then end up spending their “dates” together and the rest is history🥹🥹🥹
WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND IS STANDING UP ROSS MACDONALD PLEEEEEASE but yes this is cute. you're meant to be meeting a guy you vaguely know and think is decent but aren't really fussed about, and you sit at this bar for ages waiting for him to show up, but he never does. ross has been sitting next to you in the exact same situation, which you find out after your 39393rd time of making eye contact and smiling shyly - he's like "don't tell me you've been stood up too", and your eyes go really wide because TOO???? this is the most gorgeous man you've maybe ever seen. and he's being stood up? anyway, you recover and say "yeah, unfortunately. i mean it's not like i was totally into him, but i've wasted a great outfit lol". and ross laughs (you swoon) and then he smiles at you again and says "well, it doesn't have to be wasted - we could have a drink, if you'd like? i'm ross". and you're like holy shit i am so glad i was stood up and introduce yourself like "that sounds lovely, thank you", and that's the start of it; you talk and you drink and you laugh more than you have in a while, and you can just feel yourself falling for him more with every passing second. you sit there for hours, but it feels like minutes, swapping numbers and sharing a cig at the taxi rank when the bar finally closes. ross kisses your cheek as he helps you into the cab with an "i'm so glad we both got stood up lol", and when you text him to tell him you're home he replies "good. i know this might be forward, but do you want to go for dinner tomorrow?" - and that's how he and you begin <3