champagne supernova

adrian westerfeld, 17. "do you think it's possible for a person to be in love with someone else and not even know it?"

[adrianwesterfeld]

day-farell​:

“Likewise. I’ve always known him to be the guy who was perpetually high, but like, he’s actually really charming. And I know, he’s not my usual type– the really pretty boys, but he’s really handsome in a rugged type of way.” Monroe spoke. “Yeah, he did. I’m going on a date with him tonight.” She said, trying to play it cool until she let out a silent scream if only because she was in the company of someone she trusted like Iris. “You know, you can easily pull off all of these as well.” Monroe told Iris before narrowing her eyes. “Try one on, go ahead. We’re already here, so why not?”

“Yeah, he seems nice. And it looks like he has a lot going for him, so the perpetual highness can’t be the worst thing in the world. Sometimes it’s good not to rule someone out because they’re not your usual type, you know? He might surprise you. Sounds like he already is.” Iris giggled at her excitement, although not in a way of judgment. If anything, she was almost matching her level of happiness. “What are you guys doing? Do you need an outfit for that too?” Her smile faltered slightly at the mention of the dresses, and soon after she was shaking her head. “I defintely can;t. It’s probably embarrassing for me to try any of these on after you just did.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

day-farell​:

“Well, you’re not wrong there, but I’m not the point of focus at this gala. It’s getting toys for the kids who deserve them, I think I can let them have it… just this once.” Monroe joked, slipping out of the dress that she’d had on. “Oh, neither can I.” Monroe agreed with Iris. If anyone ever tried to deem her as a girl on the outs, then well, the whole social hierarchy had to be out of whack. “You know, just for you, I just might take you up on that. Santa but make it slay, I think I can pull that off.” She nodded in agreement, before the conversation turned to that of who’d be taking her. “That’s to be determined, but I actually might be going on a date this evening. With JJ Bueller, ever heard of him?” Monroe asked, trying to gauge her friend’s opinion on the man. “See, I knew you’d agree. I should have just gone with this, but you know, always try every option… you never know who or what will surprise you.”

Iris snickered at her confidence, a glimmer of admiration in her eye as she watched her in her new dress. “JJ? Yeah, I think I’ve seen him around. I don’t think I’ve ever actually spoken to him, but still. He asked you out?” She nodded in agreement, something she probably would have done regardless of her stance. “Of course. The whole fun of this is getting to play dress up. I’m just jealous that you manage to pull any of these off.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

day-farell​:

“Okay, that’s indeed fair.” Monroe said as Iris voiced her opinion on the dress she’d had on. “But like, do I really want to be the girl that takes up half a football field at the event?” She joked, knowing that the dress wasn’t nearly that big but it just felt like a bit too much for the upcoming holiday gala. “I’d love to think they’d be in agreement. But you know how it is here, we have a shade off from the it color of the season and instantly we are bottom rung girls.” Monroe said with a roll of her eyes. “I genuinely want to set my best foot forward for this one, not even for everyone else but for like, me.” She let Iris know, looking herself over in the mirror. Iris’s words repeated in her head, they’d be in agreement that she looked perfect. That in itself was all she needed to hear. “I was actually thinking of the vintage Versace. How do you feel? It might be a bit out there, but like, why not?”

“If anyone has the right to take up space in a room it’s you. But I see what you mean.” Monroe had a point, but Iris felt so far removed from that sort of scene that it didn’t really faze her in the same way. She had accepted a long time ago that she would probably always be a bottom rung girl no matter what she wore. “I can’t imagine a world where you’d ever be a bottom rung girl. But then again, you’re the type of person who could show up in a santa suit and still loo amazing. Who’s going to the gala with you?” As her friend held up the hanger to show her the dress, she instantly nodded in agreement, a bright smile making its way to her face. “Now that is perfect. You have to try it on for me.”

[adrianwesterfeld]

day-farell​:

“But is this too sugar plum fairy?” Monroe asked, as she looked herself over in the dressing room’s large mirrors. “I mean, yes, it’s the holiday gala so it calls for drama… but I feel like this is straight out of a Broadway production.” She said, with a scrunch of her nose. “It’s a chop.”

“What’s wrong with being a sugar plum fairy on Christmas? It’s on theme.” Iris gave her friend an apprehensive smile, knowing that she probably sounded ridiculous for giving Monroe the green light to every dress she had tried on thus far. But it was hard to give any criticism when she looked so beautiful in every single item she picked. “I think everyone in Rosewood is in agreement that you look perfect no matter what you’re wearing, so all that really matters is what you think. C’mon, let’s keep going until you find the one.”

[adrianwesterfeld]

dovemitchell​:

One would think that Dove wouldn’t have been the type to be inclined to give people spare keys for emergencies, but you’d be wrong, and Adrian had been a recipient of one such key, though she never thought he’d actually use it so imagine the shock she felt when she heard a familiar voice and a key turning in the middle of her reading a book for one of her classes. “Adrian what the fuck?” She asked, bolting up off of her couch, pant-less because it was her house and why would she wear pants there if she didn’t need to. “So I should be kicking your parents asses for you breaking into my house, Matt Murdock?” She couldn’t say it wasn’t good to see his stupid face regardless of how bizarre it was. The couch is straight ahead, Chucky. Let me know if you need an assist. Sit down, explain yourself better.” She told him, her way of an automatic welcome even if she didn’t say it. 

“Nah. Even my parents know you don’t really care. You’re just happy to see me, even if you’ve got your own Dove way of showing it. So are you going to hug me or what?” He ushered her over with his hand, partially because he would have preferred for him to guide him around, if only so she could stop being such a grump. “You know, remind me to skip your place and head straight to Cass’s next time. At least she would do the whole ‘running into my arms’ thing, which is the correct reaction to me visiting you, by the way.” At her prompt, he settled down on the couch, easing into it comfortably and without much care. “Besides, there’s not a lot to explain. You know my parents, they start freaking out if I don’t come home enough. They felt that way even when I was living here. My mom had already bought me a plane ticket and she still brought out the waterworks to guilt me here. You know I came here to hear about you, right?”

[adrianwesterfeld]

Adrian hadn’t planned on stopping by Rosewood any time soon, but his parents had been so insistent upon realising how long it had been since they last saw him. But despite that, he knew he had to take a pit stop between the airport and home, crossing his fingers the entire bus ride that she would be there. “Dove?” He waited for some sort of response as he entered, dropping his bags and standing still until he heard her voice. “Don’t punch me for not warning you. My parents had this planned within a day or so, and I’m slow to catch up. I’m sure you were about to point that out anyways.”  @dovemitchell​

[adrianwesterfeld]

cassandra-maston​:

“Maybe but your plants would probably grow twice as big and as healthy because they get to hear your sweet voice all the time so I think it’s a win. Plus, imagine how many cute photos we’d take. Definitely one for the memory book.” Nat was not at all surprised by how quickly she came up with the names, figuring she had daydreamed about them plenty before. “I could totally see you with three dogs and a garden. But like two small dogs and then one massive one that’s actually the baby of the three. You’re going to spoil them too. I love it.” The question made her smile falter for a second before shrugging. “I guess I did get into a little mood, yeah, I don’t know, my head’s been all twisted since I came back from my trip and being present is..hard. I kind of hate. I don’t want to be that person not having fun at the really cool and fun film festival. Guess I was just trying to stand here and zone out. But the view kind of..distracted me from that” she admitted as she looked up. “Kind of humbling when you realize you’re just one…speck in the world.”

“That’s the dream. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be able to throw in a goat and a rabbit into the mix as well. The more animals, the better.” Iris immediately made her way back over to Nat once she had confirmation that she was feeling off, taking one of her hands and holding it with both of her own as she listened. She could sense that something was on her mind, but for once she couldn’t quite figure out what it was on her own. “Well, how do we untwist it?” She knew the real answer would have something to do with Will, but she was still crossing her fingers that there was something else that would help make her feel better. “I know what it’s like to be in love with someone you can’t have. I watched Eli be with Giselle for months before he even looked in my direction. And I know what you and Will have is different to that, but I just want you to know that you can talk to me about it. I understand and I would never judge you for how you feel.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

cassandra-maston​:

“You know, if anyone could bust them, it’s you,” Nat replied with a wink, suddenly less interested in the cigarette if it meant Iris having to stand far away from her. So she only took a few more pulls before she put it out on the bottom of her shoe. “Oh we are getting you a future garden, I can see you with a cute gardening hat and everything. Giving each plant a name.” Natalia smiled at the visual, the dogs an added treat. “And what are these future dogs going to be named, hm?” She popped in a piece of gum and held out her hand for Iris to take so she could pull her closer again. 

“Please. Bossy doesn’t suit me. You actually have to be kind of intimidating for that.” She took notice of how quickly Nat snuffed out her cigarette, giving her a grateful smile in response even though she didn’t need to do it in the first place. “I’d probably get a reputation around the neighbourhood for being that crazy girl that greets her plants every time she goes outside.” It didn’t take her long to come up with an answer, having thought about it a million times over. “Matcha and Taro. Maybe Pearl if I’m lucky enough to get a third one. You and I both know how much I love boba.” She laughed easily, feeling no shame about it considering who she was talking to. “Are you not having fun with everyone else? Is that why you’re hiding out around here?”

[adrianwesterfeld]

cassandra-maston​:

“It’s kind of gorgeous though, isn’t it?” Natalia spoke to whoever had followed her into one of the smaller greenhouses, the snow visible through the glass. It was starting to cake on but there was enough visibility to see it falling and she lit up her cigarette as she watched it. “Please tell me you’re not in here to bust my balls about smoking near the plants?”

“Like I would bust your balls about anything. Just be careful.” Iris gave her best friend a kiss on the cheek before giving her enough space to smoke in peace. She wasn’t a fan of it, but she wasn’t about to be a nag about something that had nothing to do with her. Instead, she just moved away for more breathing room. “I’ve always wanted my own garden. I can’t wait until the day I move into an actual house and have enough room for that sort of thing. My future dogs will probably ruin it all, but still.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

dovemitchell​:

“Oh you do enough. Living in another state is not an adequate excuse to turn up the emotions in our conversations by the way so cut the shit, Chucky.” She said while giving him a soft(ish) slap. “Good to know I’ve got shooters. Being needed is overrated, you know. Being wanted is where it’s at, and you’re wanted so shut up about it.” She rolled her eyes at him being so damn cheesy. How stoked are they to have you back. Have they let up on the whole acting like you can’t function on your own thing now that you’re…functioning on your own?” 

“Yes it is. Are you joking? It’s like the perfect excuse to turn that shit up. You should count yourself lucky that I haven’t tried to hug you yet.” He smiled as she admitted it, already committing her words to memory despite how insignificant they were meant to be. “Yeah, in their own way. It kind of feels like they don’t know what do with themselves whenever I come back. I swear, my mom had convinced herself that I would never actually become functioning adult. But even with New York and everything, she probably wasn’t far off. Anyways, how are you doing? How’s Cass? I haven’t had the chance to see her yet.”

[adrianwesterfeld]

dovemitchell​:

“You have the world’s shittiest poker face do you know that, Ron Weasley?” Dove told him while she ruffled his hair, happy as fuck that he was home for the holidays but pity and shit wasn’t her jam in the slightest, “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got Gen, Cass, and problem child Palmer. Thanksgiving is already a lot when you’re with someone, don’t stretch yourself thinner than you have to.” 

“Pfft. I know you missed how much I openly care about you. I can only do so much from out of town.” He pulled out his bottom lip, pouting until she inevitably slapped him. “Besides, I’m not worried. I just wanted to remind you that I’m here if you need me. Which you don’t, like ever. Trust me, I know.” He held his hands up innocently. “It’s not a lot if it’s with her. I almost feel like it was worse when it was just my parents and I. Not that complaining. ‘Tis the season to be thankful and all.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

dovemitchell​:

Not only have I accepted being the gay cousin and the cousin most likely to say some shit to piss off the family at the holidays, this year I can legally drink and I’m fucking ready for it. Can’t wait to see aunt Katherine who just loves to ‘slip up’ and use the wrong fucking pronouns for me.

“Wow. I feel like she would be the one exception where you don’t like having to put someone in their place.” Adrian tried to smile, but the idea of someone being so disrespectful towards Dove was hardly something to grin about. Still, he knew she didn’t want any form of pity. “You could always ditch when it becomes too much and come hang out with my family. I’m splitting time between them and the Floyd’s, but I’ll still be around.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

malcolmhclland​:

“Dude, are you gonna do it?” Malcolm asked, his eyebrow raised as he anticipated an answer. “Wait, am I not suppose to ask if you’re gonna do it?” Malcolm twisted his lips, as he still wasn’t all too sure what the rules towards Panic were. He just knew it was the topic on everyone’s lips. “Okay, blink twice if you are.”

“Probably. I have a whole line of people who would slap me across the face for even considering it.” Adrian laughed, eventually shrugging it off. “But you know, it could be fun. Maybe this time it’ll be different, less crazy. I could defintely use the money, so... what about you? Are you in?” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

lelandpalmer-chw​:

“Well fuck that feeling, it’s basically the opposite, dude.” Camila said while she dropped her hands on both of Iris’ shoulders, “Please your dad looks like a total hottie dancing…like a dork.” She laughed, “I can be positive be I also have eyes. Thing is he’s having so much fun, totally eclipses the dorkiness, anyway, you’re not tagging along, we’re hanging out.” She said, switching to linking their arms, “We can sneak off to my mom’s trailer for a little bit if you want.”

“You know what? That means a lot coming from you, the actual coolest person on earth. Plus I know how much you love your mom, so it must have taken you a lot to rank me as high as her.” Iris held up both hands to her chin and grinned proudly. “Yeah, he is. Thank goodness. I’m glad my mom is here to keep an eye on him, because I always worry with the crowds. Plus he tends to get a little over-excited whenever your mom or Cass plays. Does she have any cool snacks in there?” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

lelandpalmer-chw​:

“It’s a shame how many people I’ve heard casually complain about all the millennials around because I can confirm, nobody parties like the old heads.” 

"You might be stating the obvious there, Cam. I mean, after seeing Cass and Gen on stage, I suddenly feel like the least cool person in the world. But then again, my dad’s dancing is sort of proving otherwise.” She wrinkled her nose as she thought of him. “Do you mind if I tag along with you for a bit? The crowds here are making me feel sort of... anxious.” 

[adrianwesterfeld]

text 📲 adrian + leland.

Leland: That checks out actually, everybody makes mistakes

Adrian: Everybody has those daysss

Adrian: How about if I visit you instead? I was thinking about coming back to Rosewood for a bit.

[adrianwesterfeld]

theteenagefloyd​:

Sabrina listened to Adrian speak and she couldn’t say that she didn’t understand where he was coming from. It was hard being away from home, there was certainly a comfortability factor that the city simply didn’t have but they were pushing forward to be the people they wanted to become… even though, she truly missed everyone she’d had to leave back home to do so. “I completely get it.” She told him, taking his hand. Just a small gesture, so that he knew she was there— hearing him wholeheartedly. “You know, you can always go back whenever you want to visit.” Sabrina said, sure it wasn’t a fix  but an option if he ever wanted to take it. “I don’t want you to ever feel as if I have to have a say in whether you go back or not. Please, if you miss everyone back home, I want you to know you can go back. I won’t be upset, I’ll definitely miss those arms of yours when I’m sleeping but I can deal.” Sabrina let him know, rubbing at the back of his hand. “And can I just say, I love that you’re comfortable enough with me to express that you love me that much because like just between us,” Sabrina poked at his chest, then her own. “I love you just as much.” She said, meaning every word. Having found Adrian had been one of the biggest blessings in her life, having someone who just got her in every way possible and yes, there were times they didn’t quite agree with one another but they always found ways to resolve their conflicts in mature and healthy ways. Sabrina knew that the man in front of her was it for her and it felt so good to hear that he felt that same way about her. Sabrina found herself laughing at Adrian’s acting, shaking her head as he was definitely playing the role well. “Shut. Up. Adrian, that’s major.” She said, excited for him. “Oh, no, no. I read somewhere that like drumming while in a state of sorrow is just like terrible. I can’t allow that to happen so this magical night is going as planned… if only for the sake of your drumming or whatever.” Sabrina teased, a big bright smile on her face. 

Adrian couldn’t help but smile as she spoke, not because the topic was necessarily pleasant, but because she was telling him everything he needed to hear to feel better about the situation. "I know. And trust me, I don’t feel like I need your approval or something like that. But I like when we’re on the same page, you know? I always want you to understand where I’m coming from and vice-versa.” Adrian liked how much they talked things out, even if most of the time they were just saying what they were both already thinking out loud. They always seemed to be on the same page, and speaking about it only seemed to emphasis that. But still, it gave him a certain validation that felt good to have. “Thank you. For hearing me out and not taking anything I’m saying the wrong way. You already know how much I love you and love being here. I promise that has nothing to do with it.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, wanting her to know that he meant that. Sabrina was always at the forefront of his mind whenever he made any sort of decision, and he had communicated that enough times that she knew that he never did anything selfishly. Plus, it wasn’t like he wanted to be gone forever. A few weeks in Rosewood would probably be enough to cure his homesickness. “Of course. I’ll always be honest with you so long as you’ll listen.” He smirked and wrinkled his nose at her. “I think it’s a bit late to have that be secret between the two of us. The whole universe knows how much we love each other, you weirdo.” In one swift motion, he managed to wrap both arms around her and pull her in, ignoring her squirms as he peppered kisses on the side of her head until he reached her cheek. “It’s really not. I mean, it feels like it because I love playing, but objectively it’s not a big deal. But I can almost guarantee that I’ll do a better job on stage if we get to go out beforehand. Plus, no one wants to see some dude pouting when he’s supposed to be jamming out. It ruins the whole vibe.”