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[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

   her sighs and words are like heaven to his ears , better than he could have ever imagined and he hadn’t even done much with her yet. especially when she calls out his name and his fingers are inside of her and he thinks maybe it can’t get much better than this. “ you taste so good, “ he murmurs out against her skin, “ like peaches. “ he smiles a little, his eyes looking to meet hers and his lips quickly turn to a smirk and his eyebrows raise a little at her words. “ just making sure you want... me.” he laughs softly, watching her hand and he almost struggles to stay stable, braced above her as she frees him from his boxers and his eyes close if not roll back into a close, his mouth dropping open. “ oh wow.” he exhales deeply, nodding his head, “ you can have me, shit.. .yeah you can. “ he concentrates on her words even though it felt so damn good, to have her touch him. “ one sex.. .i mean sec.” he laughs nervously, opening the drawer of his nightstand where another pile of the silver packets resided and he pulls one out, dropping another in the process but he doesn’t pay attention, too focused on unwrapping it and kicking off his boxers and pants to the floor, holding the packet in his teeth before he returns to her, flushed and eager expression on his features and he unwraps the condom, putting it on. he doesn’t ask her again, as he leans back over her and his hand finds her hip, his thumb brushing over her skin as he concentrates and looks down at her with his lower lip beneath his teeth as he finally holds himself right and thrusts once into her. “ fu- oh..” he goes to speak, his mouth dropped as he opens his eyes, not even realising he’d closed them and he leans in closer to her. “ is... that... okay?” his words are a little shaky amongst a suppressed groan and he holds the bed beside her tightly. 

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dyltms​:

     “ apparently not. “ he muses under his breath , his smile lingering as he holds himself down closer to her and savours their small kiss. “ why wouldn’t i wanna make you feel good ? “ he murmurs, his gaze flickering over her face before following her hand down because even her repeating what he’d said had him feeling hot and heavy. “ fu-” he goes to whisper, shaking his head once with a knowing smirk - he in no way planned for tonight to go this way , he didn’t even know she liked him like this until an hour or so ago - but it somehow felt right. 

   the second she tells him she wants him , there is no holding back from him anymore and his gaze is filled with need for her as he gently shifts his hand closer to her thighs, leaning up a little as she lifts her skirt up and his fingertips smooth along the lace at the edge of her underwear before tucking beneath them. this time he pulls them down until they hit the floor and he moves down a little, leaving small, lingering kisses up her inner thigh. he adjusts himself somewhat, increasingly uncomfortable in his jeans - but even more so as he slips two fingers inside of her, feeling how much she did want him and his eyes glaze over before closing for a moment, “ oh - fuck.. “ his voice is lower than usual, his fingers curling a little inside of her as he looks up, his hand on her waist to keep her steady. 

“ dyl you’re... so wet.. . “ he murmurs, slowly leaning himself down to kick off his own pants, falling to the floor with a thud as he spreads her legs a little and replaces his fingers with his tongue, a small groan leaving his lips against her as he tastes her for a moment. he is speechless, unable to find words because this was out of his world, she was out of the world. he leans back upright, his hand coming behind himself to pull his shirt off and he brushes his forearm over his lips as he comes back up to her, unable to stop the smile teasing his features. “ are you sure? “ 

[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

“ tell me what? “ there’s a glint of wonder in her eyes as she entertains his half-sentence, amused by whatever it is about her he’s not letting on— though she seems to have somewhat of an idea now, unless by some odd stroke of luck she’s spectacularly misread the room. but there’s no longer a need for him to elaborate on what’s sparked her curiosity, his retelling of their first encounter doing more than enough to satiate her need to get more out of him. she responds with a kind smile, a slight sadness passing by in her stare as he talks about how shitty things had been for him prior, though that is quickly replaced with joy at the apparently profound effect she’s had on him, eyes crinkling in near embarrassment. “ that’s not too much to say, no. “ his lack of filter tonight is refreshing, the mere thought of him catching up with her in terms of honesty seeming completely random— yet here they were, revealing their crushes (if they could call it that) for one another with the guidance of some liquid courage, the impact of his words finally taking effect as her stomach practically backflips in excitement. “ i haven’t been able to keep you off my mind, either … which, you know me. my mind is always running, “ a soft laugh follows her admission, a spare hand splayed over her face in an exaggerated display of shyness before she meets his face hovering over hers, eyes lingering over his lips as he murmurs. 

“ good, me too, “ she thumbs against his skin, any other words for her to say being trapped inside when he silences her with another kiss, though it’s not much of one as both of their smiles break their contact apart. a muffled breath threatens its way out of her lips as his hand slips under her shirt, mimicking his movement by trailing a light finger under his own tee, outlining the exposed skin on the small of his back. “ then why don’t you? “ she teases at his comment, more of an invitation than a joke at this point. “ don’t stop, then… “ her breath hitches slightly as his lips reach her collarbone and neck, a slight gasp at the initial contact— not just by his mouth, but by the sudden bulge that presses against her. “ why are you apologizing? “ she genuinely wonders, though the sincerity of her question is almost lost by the laugh that follows his. “ we don’t have to stop … i just, want you to feel comfortable. “ she says soothingly, the warm touch of her running her hands against his skin imitating the calmness in her voice somewhat. “ what do you want to do? “

     his mind is wild with the thought of her thinking about him and there is an ever-present smile stuck on his lips as his lips linger near her skin, leaning out a little more to look at her properly. honestly , he’d never been in a situation even close to this before - the last time he’d been even remotely physically done anything with a girl was in his senior year at high school, and that was just a kiss. french, if you wanted to get fancy. if not anything else, arlo was observant, and he could feel the hitches in her breathing because he was holding her so close to himself right now despite how much more difficult it made it to keep her, and touching her, off his mind. 

“ i might just do that. “ he smirks a little, his cheeks still hot and his body was hot, too, begging for him to remove the clothes between them. he shakes his head as he looks down at her, his gaze hazy and a little lustful but he pretends it isn’t for the moment, his hands letting her lay back down on the bed as he leans back on his knees and holds himself up with one arm, his tongue pressed to the corner of his lip as he reaches down for his belt to fumble with it before unbuckling it and unbuttoning the top of his jeans, making things a little less tight and he runs his tongue across his lower lip in concentration quickly. “ sorry.. “ he murmurs again, his smile turning to a soft laugh as he leans back down to her, his hand finding her waist beneath her shirt. “  got a little.. too comfortable i s’pose. “ he jokes but his voice is a little shaky with nerves and his hand moves slowly from her waist, down to her hip and then her thigh, his thumb tucking just under the top hem of her skirt but he stops there and remembers to breathe. “ i -uh, “ he laughs once, dark hues settling on hers and the colour eases him enough to talk. “ i want you.. i want like... all of you. but i wanna make you feel good first.” the words sound foreign leaving his lips, but they were the truest he had been. there was nothing he wanted more right now than this with her. “ i really like you..” he smiles widely, “ but if you don’t wanna... “ he murmurs, his hand and his voice a little less nervous as he leans down and presses a kiss to her hipbone where his hand lingered, wanting to touch her, but wanting her to be okay with it, too. 

[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

brows raised in interest at his suggestion, she’s both relieved at the further confirmation that he hasn’t grown tired of her and excited at the prospect of traveling with him sometime in the future — her imagination runs wild with the thought of them basking in the fall foliage, their close proximity to her hometown being a valid excuse for her to potentially introduce him to her own neck of the woods. “ would you really want me there with you? it’s such a special place for you and him … “ her voice is soft, almost too soft for it to belong to its cheerful owner as she appears to be deep in thought, questioning if his eagerness to take her along to such an important memento in his life indicates that she means as much to him as she hopes she does. “ i don’t usually party all night either, how come we haven’t crossed paths more often? “ her question should come as a joke, but she genuinely begins to mull over the wasted time apart from each other, something that could’ve easily been resolved had one of them just made a move.

he seems to read her mind as his actions mirror exactly what she’s longed from him from the night they met, the reluctance to pull away from him overwhelming — especially when it feels like he’s custom made for her, their bodies finding synchrony with each other as seamlessly as puzzle pieces. “ you know, when i saw you with that little sulky look on your face that night i came in, i …  just like, wanted wipe it off, “ she recalls with a slight laugh, her expression suddenly marred with disbelief as she realizes how quickly the past seven months have gone by — not a long stretch of time by any means, though as the days seem to laze by when they’re together, it feels like forever in his presence … but yet, she comes to the realization that even forever is not enough with him. “ do you really mean that? “ still awestruck, her pupils seem to enlarge— if not by her literal high, then by the high of him looking at her, the adoring glaze in his eyes enough for her to want to lose all restraint.

“ well, you should’ve. would’ve saved us a lot of time, “ her voice is chipper now as she quips, attempts to hide her excitement once again proving futile thanks to her ever-fixed smile, coupled with the way that her hands begin to jitter once the initial bliss of the moment wears off. annoyingly aware that either one of them could have made the first move months ago, she’s comforted by the thought that their relationship wouldn’t have such solid ground had they dived into things straightaway. her body easily relents when he sets her down on the bed, arms stealthily maneuvering around him to capture the nape of his neck. “ let’s stay here, “ her answer follows the soft kiss he presses onto her lips, voice edging close to breathlessness — it could very well be due to the fact that she’s now sprawled on her back, but to her, the sheer exhilaration of their close contact with each other seems to be the more likely cause. exhaling a previously-hitched breath as he hoists her up slightly, she takes the moment to peer into his gaze as he rambles off a list of potential activities, a knowing look painted on her face at his last option. “ i don’t think we can see the stars here anyway, so why don’t you kiss me again? “ she doesn’t so much as wait for a reply before her lips reach his again, her touch firmer now that the nervousness from earlier weathers away. one hand moves to toy at the hem of his tee, though not as a way to suggest that they do anything beyond making out — she just simply grasps the fabric of his shirt, her now-clothed hand balling in to a fist while the other continues to smooth over the warm skin of his neck.

           it kind of worries him , how much he can picture himself doing with this girl - especially since it had only been a mere 7 months that they had known each other. they hadn’t exactly met on the best day of his life, either, but she wasn’t aware of that - and frankly he wasn’t sure he would ever tell her. he isn’t worried about her breaking his heart, he would be honoured to have his heart broken by someone like her, he is worried about how fast he has fallen into such a strong crush for her, if you could even call it a crush. it felt like so much more. he nods his head softly, “ i do want you there, yeah.. “ he murmurs, looking down at her. “ he would’ve liked you and probably told me to stop messing around and tell you.. “ he chuckles, shrugging instead of finishing his sentence.  he laughs , and when the laugh fades out , he grins. “ yeah that night was... not the most fun , but you came in... “ his eyebrows raise and his eyes widen and shine with a memory and recognition of the night she met him. “ you were like... the one thing i needed. “ he allows the words to leave , unfiltered. “ if that’s not.. too much to say. “ he smiles a little, “ you did wipe it off, can’t you tell? i’ve barely had you off my mind since i met you “ he tilts his head. “ i wish i did.. kiss you sooner. had i known you would have kissed me back i would have. “ he murmurs , only due to their close distance and he is lingering above her, their bodies not quite touching, but almost. 

his skin prickles with goosebumps when she touches his skin , the hum of tyres on the roads outside and crickets in the grass as the moon came up giving him something to focus on for a moment. he was only half expecting her to say she wanted to stay there with him , and his voice hitches a little in his throat as he goes to talk and loses his words , her body finally pressed up to his and the closeness sends his mind racing. “ i’m down to stay here. “ his words are like a breathless chuckle, his face hot and his skin even hotter where she touched. he grins , only lessening it to kiss her but his smile erupts against her lips again and he presses his forehead to hers softly, his hand moving beneath her to hold her on the small of her back and there is no space between them anymore as he kisses her again , accidentally holding his breath when he feels her gripping his shirt and he slowly shifts his own hand beneath her shirt to rest his hand on her skin instead. “ i think i could kiss you for hours. “ he whispers against her lips , slowly leaning away to press his lips to her collarbone and the nape of her neck softly. “ i don’t wanna stop.. “ he goes to say, but if you do , but he is distracted by his own obvious desire and his cheeks flush hot again as he tries to conceal it despite their closeness. “ uh...sorry.. “ he chuckles quietly, his lips still lingering by her neck and his breath comes out hot on her skin. “ we can stop?” he murmurs, leaning away just enough to look down at her, his eyes catching hers.

[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

“ that is so cool … “ it’s all she can muster when she speaks in utter awe, still barely able to wrap her head around the idea of someone checking off every must-do on their list at such a young age. to be fair, the same could probably be said about practically everyone else in the house (with the exception of herself, of course), but it’s the way that he carries himself, seemingly so much wiser beyond his years, that lets her resign to a dreamy sigh, the twinkle her in her look still present as she lives vicariously through him. the urge to kiss him seeps deeply into her brain as he thumbs her knuckles, a brief silence resonating before her window of opportunity closes when he continues to speak— though it’s not something she gets upset over, not when his stories are nothing short of spectacular. “ isn’t charleston beautiful? “ she questions only after the mention of his brother, relief settling into her features when the thought of milo proves to be easier for him the second time around. “ my family and i didn’t travel much, but we did make it a habit to head down there from time to time … i’m happy you guys got to experience that together, too, “ her smile stretches from ear to ear at the squeeze of her hand, sensing that his few sips of fireball— and of course, the remnants of his high —grant him the boldness she figures he isn’t usually known for having, something she bases on their previous surface-level encounters with each other. “ it’s a good place to spend your twenties, that’s for sure, “ she remarks with a chuckle, trying to conceal her giddiness at the fact that they appear to be on the same page in terms of where to settle down. she’s inspired enough to tell him that she could imagine having an australian wedding herself, though she refrains for the sole purpose of not making him uncomfortable. “ oh, i totally know what you mean. for what it’s worth, i don’t think it’s about the place itself … more like, what you do with it, “ imparting what one would consider— for her sake —unfamiliar words of wisdom on him, her eyes travel elsewhere as she ponders her next comment, almost as if her energy is wasted thanks to her rare usage of insight. “ like, besides my career, i’m here because of my brother. but … i don’t really have to be in la to shill stuff, right? i’m sure people back home have heard of fabfitfun. “ 

her heart warms at the sight of his dimples indenting his cheeks, hoping her memory is strong enough to keep the mental image of his happiness imprinted in her mind forever. “ well, i’m hoping for the best for you too. and, you know, if there’s any way i can help with that, then— “ she stops upon noticing that glazed stare of his trailing down her eyes before hovering over her lips, her stomach knotting at the unshakeable tension that suddenly crowds the room. wracked with the inclination of wanting to just crash her mouth against his, she’s grateful that he has the same idea, beating her to the punch when he closes the distance between them. there’s a tenderness to the split second in which they merely admire each other, a simpering smile tugging at the edges of her lips before her finally leans in, the impatience for her  “ no, it wasn’t, “ she tries to feign annoyance at the kiss, but the toothy grin that overwhelms her face reveals her true feelings before she can even gauge his reaction to her little joke. a stream of giggles make their way into the air as her gaze fixates on him for a moment, but her eyes quickly dart towards the floor as her vulnerability peeks through, not wanting to give anything away— though it’s truly no use hiding what’s already so damningly obvious. “ that took you long enough, “ she utters, her tongue lapping over her lower lip as she gathers her composure. “ but like, seriously … why did we wait so long to do this? “ her voice drifts closer to him as she leans back in, her mouth latching back on to his while her hand reaches the back of his head.

he thinks she's amazing. that much is obvious by the way he just can't take his eyes of her. the little emerald sparkle of her own eyes catching him off guard even if she doesn’t mean to me. a smile crinkles his features at the easy conversation, the memory of his brother not tainted by sadness right now , and the idea of him ever going back to charleston not such a far away one anymore because he is picturing himself there with her. “ it’s nice in the fall , we should...” he shrugs, “ we should go one time. “ he might feel a little sadness at the fact that she didn’t get to travel much , but she didn’t seem to be too upset about it so he focuses on her words and tries not to fall for her voice. he’d seen most of the world already , and he couldn’t imagine it any other way. he didn’t just want to tell her about it, he wanted to show her. “ it was one of... the last few trips we got together so it’s an important kinda.. place to me, i s’pose. “ he laughs softly at the mention of los angeles being ideal for their twenties, “ you don't say ... people over here, specially in this house I reckon’ go absolutely fucking nuts.. i feel like i’m not meant to be here ‘cause i’m not out partying all night.” 

      his heart jumps and his stomach skips the second their lips meet and he is eager for more of her touch but he tries not to show it. “ oh? “ he furrows his brow for a split second before catching the joke and her smile and his own follows suit, a grin unable to leave his lips as he looks at her , his cheeks red and flushed from their first kiss. “ what?” his eyes widen as he runs his hand back through her hair, looking up at her as he moves his other hand around to her side, gently nudging her closer if she wanted to be. their lips find each other again and his eyes close softly, a shaky breath leaving his lips in between kisses  “ you wanted me to kiss you, since when?” he murmurs against her lips, leaning back the tiniest amount until he can see her face, his features completely clouded and lovestruck. “ dyl... you’re so.. you’re out of this world. “ he laughs and softly grins, his eyes on her lips but they make their way up to her eyes and he definitely forgets to breathe. 

“ i’ve.. wanted to kiss you since i first saw you that night..” he shakes his head  , his lingering high and whiskey warmth allowing the words to leave his lips as he brings his hand down to her hip , nervously holding her as he sits up somewhat and braces himself over her slightly. he is looking down at her now instead, his touch gentle as he lays her down. “ do you wanna maybe.. like... stay here for a bit? we can listen to more music and..” he smiles warmly, leaning down to press his lips to hers again, savouring every moment of it and his hand finds her waist, holding her up to him somewhat. “ watch the stars or... kiss some more..“  he laughs nervously, his cheeks hot and blushed. 

[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

“ what else is there for you to do? besides the sex stuff, of course, “ her joke at the end undercuts the insecure thoughts that threaten her brain just briefly, a far cry from how confident she usually presents herself. while she’s always been unapologetically herself, there’s no escaping her inevitable worries that she may not be enough for him, or whatever nonsense her mind tries to bother her with. letting her thoughts win also means acknowledging that her feelings for him may be more than platonic, and although liking him is not something is something she wants to shy away from— quite the contrary, she’d shout her love for him from the rooftops if given the opportunity —this is far from comfortable territory for her, falling so deeply for a man she’s only just now gotten to know, despite her romanticizing how this moment would feel for most of her life. “ you really think so? “ it’s a blanket question, one that could very easily be directed towards his comment on her attention to detail or him calling her angel-level. but she decides to lump the two statements together, not questioning either of them specifically. she notices the redness in his cheeks after he says this, though she’s not initially sure if it’s out of embarrassment or if it’s just the way that the sunlight hits his skin— quickly realizing it’s indeed the former, considering that the sun isn’t even up, hasn’t been for a bit now. “ sounds like a plan, “ she notes with yet another laugh, already planning on scouting out nearby music festivals once their conversation is over.

“ north, “ she answers, voice trailing somewhat as she’s awed by what seems like a natural ability of his to pick up on dialects— she likens it to being a souvenir from his travels, a wide-ranging sense of which accent belongs to which country or state being a testament to how seemingly cultured he is. she glosses over the compliment (just one of many shared between the two of them today, it seems) as the question of whether she misses home is brought up, inciting thought and of course, a fond smile on her features. the look on her face could easily be miscontrued as a sad expression, one of longing for back home— but truthfully, she’s nothing but hopeful, seeing los angeles as a temporary excursion, a way to pass the time before she heads back to her old stomping grounds. “ always. i think about it everyday. the end goal has always been for me to move back over there when all of this is over, so. “ she pauses briefly, hoping that he catches her drift, although for a moment she’s not even sure what she’s implying herself. “ i mean, being an influencer isn’t forever, right? and as much as i love the city, it took me moving here to realize that my heart is home, “ she’s surprisingly insightful and as always, refreshingly honest, though she seems to open up more easily around him, and it isn’t thanks to the cup of fireball that she’s barely touched. “ what about australia? i bet it’s absolutely lovely there, “ she questions, the usual gleam fixed in her eyes as she gauges his reaction to her own inquiry. 

      he can’t help but chuckle at her using the term ‘sex stuff’ , but he is soon smiling again , his cheeks hurting from it. he considers the question though , almost shrugging along with his thoughts as he considers what he did want to do with his life now. he’d secured some of the most high paying jobs he hadn’t even dreamed of , so money was never an issue now. he had travelled the world , moved far away from home and learned a new language or two. on the contrary , he’d achieved a lot at twenty-one. “ honestly... i don’t know. “ he shrugs , his features still that of someone deep in thought. “ i do really think so..” he wants to kiss her , but instead he opts for something a little less nerve-wracking and reaches for her hand, his hand coming over the top of hers, and his thumb brushes over her knuckles softly. he tries to be casual about it , but his heart thumps in his ears.

    even though he knew he was in the right ballpark with his guess , he is still satisfied to hear he got it near right. “ ah north... i’ve been to south carolina once or twice. milo , my brother wanted to see charleston and then we went back again for these like.. donut things? literally that was it.. “ he laughs at the memory , the conversation so easy that he feels free to mention his brother so casually. he listens to her , realising he probably butted in with his own memories of the south. “ i get what you mean, “ and he does, the question she proposed earlier for him popping back into his mind. “ i mean... i don’t think i wanna settle down in los angeles , like.. its nice here but its a lot. “ he laughs a little , squeezing her hand as he does. “ i wanna get married one day in australia... “ he thinks , tilting his head , “ but i think i love this country too much to live back home for the rest of my life, you know ? i mean.. big dreams. “ he laughs a little awkwardly , realising he had just shared what some people would think was lame. they were on the same wavelength though, and that was rare for him - to meet someone like that. she was continuously somehow surprising him and not surprising him at all, her mind something he wanted to listen to for hours. 

    he does light up as she mentions australia , his cheeks so smiley that they dimple. “ you know, it’s home.. its where all my family is and they just downright refuse to move over “ he laughs , “ i fit in a lot more back there , but i wanted an adventure.. so i’m here now, hoping for the best.. ” his gaze watches hers , hues flickering from her lips to her cheeks and then back up to her eyes , only realising his jaw was a little agape when he goes to talk , or breathe. either way he was a little speechless, she had a habit of doing that to him. fuck it, he tilts himself up a little , slowly leaning into her and he is smiling so he stops moving in, and his hand finds its way up to cup her cheek - his thumb brushing over the top of it before he brushes it back into her hair and leans in to kiss her. glad he savours the moment , he kisses her again. slowly leaning out, just enough to catch a breath he shakes his head, “ was that okay? “  he murmurs , finally opening his eyes up to hers and he wants to kiss he again , but he doesn’t, not yet. 

[arlospncr]

kishssn​:

kish  never  saw  it  in  her  plans  that  she’d  end  up  living  in  a  house  with  a  bunch  of  other  people  struggling  and  working  to  get  their  names  out  there.  but  it  was  much  better  than  her  other  options  which  had  been  a  tiny,  shitty  apartment  that  could  barely  accommodate  her  and  she  could  barely  afford.  so,  really,  this  was  an  upgrade  to  her  initial  plans.  she  was  fairly  new  to  the  house,  but  she  liked  to  think  she  had  made  some  good  friends  already.  starting  with  the  band,  of  course.  six  months  on  the  road  together,  playing  shows  practically  every  night–  they  were  bound  to  form  some  sort  of  bond.  she  was  just  glad  that  they  decided  to  keep  her  on  even  after  the  tour  ended.

still  nursing  a  slight  hangover  from  the  night  before,  kish  couldn’t  be  bothered  to  cook  up  a  big  meal  for  herself.  instead,  she  dragged  herself  to  the  kitchen  in  search  of  a  quick  meal.  maybe  cereal  would  do,  or  pizza  leftovers  if  there  were  any.          “oh–  hey.  anything  good  there?  i’m  starving  and  i  don’t  have  the  strength  to  cook  anything  right  now.”            kish  smiled  up  at  the  person  who  had  beat  her  in  her  hunt  for  food  in  the  kitchen.

                     he  is  sleep  deprived  and  pouring  himself  a  coffee  when  he  recognises  the  familiar  new  face  in  the  kitchen  ,  she’d  arrived  at  the  same  time  as  luca  -  who  he  already  knew  of  through  dylan.  assuming  she  was  in  the  band  at  least  ,  he  hadn’t  asked  and  made  a  point  in  his  mind  to  remember  to  ask  about  it.  he  goes  to  the  fridge  looking  for  creamer  and  his  eyebrows  raise  a  little  at  the  question  ,  searching  the  contents  of  the  fridge.  “  there  is....  pop  tarts?  fuck  all  else.  “  he  laughs  ,  eyelids  lazy  because  frankly,  he  was  high.  “  have  fun  last  night?  “

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      the doubting whether he was serious or not wasn’t something he usually had as a response when people found out he was a virgin. it was usually laughs or mocking, asking him if he is religious, but he knew she didn’t mean it in an offensive way. she was just honest, he liked that about her. “ yeah… nah, no, not so much insecure just everyone likes to remind me about it, surprised you hadn’t heard. “ he rolls his eyes a little, but he isn’t mad about it, and it’s obvious by the permanent smile on his features. “ i just never got around to it, i was homeschooled ‘cause my brother and i travelled and then i just ended up.. waiting for something , or someone special. “ he blushes a little, shrugging his shoulders at his own surprisingly candid response.

     he laughs at her reaction to the whiskey, his gaze flickering over her features in the dusk through his open window and remembering it, she had a freckle above her lip he hadn’t noticed before but the fireball settling in his stomach allowed him to gaze at her a little longer than usual. that is, until he almost chokes on the liquid as he takes another sip, eyes watering a little as he sets the cup down. he knew she was honest, but her words have him shuffling to a more comfortable position and composing himself. he is laughing, shaking his head, “ you’re amazing, my flavour? “ he notes and gulps back, suddenly antsy to reach for his camera before the lighting changed. “ stay there. “ he requests calmly, reaching across for his film camera to snap a few photos of her flicking through the vinyls, his heart racing at the sight alone but he knew the photos would be even better, she made sure of it. “ hope you don’t mind.. “ he smiles warmly, setting it down beside them as she picks an album and he lights up, nodding once, “ good fuckin’ choice. “ he blurts out, “ mind my french.. “

“ you must have a pretty musical family? “ he guesses, brushing his hand back through his curls so they weren’t in his face. “ you do? “ he asks, not doubting it but not really believing it either, why would someone like her want to hang out with someone like him? he was boring. “ you can hang around me as much as you want, promise. “ he looks over at her when she joins him, pretending to be deep in thought but he knew the answer to her question in a heartbeat. “ everywhere, easily.” he swipes his tongue over his lower lip which was sticky with the cinnamon. “ then maybe… the chain, i saw them live actually, think i was in new zealand? wait, no it was dublin.  “ he thinks aloud and he laughs, grateful for the small amount of alcohol easing his nerves because otherwise the butterflies in his stomach would be going haywire, having her sit so close to him. “ whats your favourite song? “ he asks, glad the words made their way out because he was so fixated on the colour of her eyes. 

“ surprised? what, has this really been the talk of the town? “ she questions genuinely, figuring that no one in the house would actually be likely to make much of a deal out of his virginity— besides cassius, perhaps. “ but … that’s honestly so sweet. like, you seem like you know what you want in life, and i totally respect that. “ she drones in her signature accent, its sickly sweet tone bordering on disingenuous, though her words and intent are nothing but sincere. she internally skips a beat when he mentions his search for that special someone, the fleeting hope that she might be that person crossing her mind. 

she catches him eye her, though she does little to react to that, instead allowing his stare to pore over her while she pretends not to notice. there’s something so serene about this moment, however minute it may be, that tugs at her heartstrings without much notice, and she finds it suddenly hard to act like her mind hasn’t drifted elsewhere, running through how perfect it would be if every day could be like this. she snaps out of it at the sound of him suddenly clearing his throat, realizing that it’s her words that have this effect on him. it’s only then when she starts to feel a little ashamed about her comment, fearing that he’s making fun of her. but she’s relieved at the compliment, not doing much to resist the stain of pink that remains fixed on her cheeks. while she’s initially confused at his request to remain where she is, she nonetheless stays put as he photographs her, her best poker face plastered on. “ i’m always ready for my close-up, “ she manages to comment before they get into their music discussion. 

“ i guess, but i kinda missed out on the talent gene, “ an exasperated sigh follows what is otherwise a joke of a comment, faux despair clear on her face thanks to a dramatic eye roll. sure, it’s no fun having lost the musical lottery, but she’s at least grateful for inheriting their good looks— something she certainly wants him to pick up on, his earlier comment on her looking beautiful as always providing that glimmer of hope that he does indeed notice her. there’s also her wishing that his acknowledgement of her extends past her looks, the craving of a genuine emotional connection with someone being a completely far-off concept to her before he came along— not that her mind hasn’t been privy to all her romantic idealizations for as long as she can remember, but his arrival and every moment around him since then has helped her put a picture on the imaginary man of her dreams that lives in her brain, every day since the fateful night they met being a revelation. her mind mulls on this as he questions why she would even give him the time of day, subconsciously flipping the question to why wouldn’t she? “ good, “ she comments, taking his invitation at face value— perhaps she intends on hanging out with him 24/7 now that she’s been given the all clear? her eyes instantly light up at his mention of everywhere, a possible contender for her favorite song of all-time, let alone her favorite fleetwood mac song. “ no freakin’ way, “ she drawls, provoking him with a playful pat to the shoulder as he recounts his experience with the song, including an envy-inducing concert in new zealand … or dublin, as he quickly corrects himself. “ god, i wish i could see them live one day … that happens to be my absolute favorite song, “ she muses with a melodious laugh on hand, mouth suspended open in disbelief over their seemingly shared interests. “ now we really have to go to a concert together, i’m holding you to it. “ 

       she was a breath of fresh air for him and she didn’t even try to be. she was so herself, in a town full of people who weren’t and he could see that the first night he met her. if her smile alone was enough to coax him out of the darkness that night , he wanted more , selfishly. he didn’t think he had anything to offer her, that was all. “ trust me, i don’t have anything worked out, but i have done a lot of the things i wanna do.. not everything. but a lot. “ 

“always ready for your close up huh ? “ his smile turns slowly to a grin, wholeheartedly believing that because no matter when he looked at her, she was beautiful. there was only so many times he could tell her that before he weirded her out though, surely. “ i highly, highly doubt that you aren’t talented.” he wrinkles his brows a little at the ludicrous suggestion, even if it was a joke, which he knew it was. “ i uh, “ he thinks, shrugging. he wished he knew her more right now to tell her everything great about her, but he was still learning. “ you have a good eye for detail... how things look, and honestly, that’s all i have as well... that’s all photography is.” he notes, remembering he had looked at her instagram not long ago, he doesn’t mention it. “ that.... and you’re like.. angel level beautiful.” the words feel foreign leaving his lips, ones that usually don’t even have a girl in the vicinity to offer up such compliments, but it was purely genuine when it came to dylan. that much is obvious by the tinge of red on his cheeks left behind, so he tries to focus on the music for a second, ‘ rhiannon ‘ softly scratching away. 

     she really was beautiful, he can’t take his eyes off her when he brings his dark hues to hers and the sips of fireball from before have his stomach feeling giddy with nerves and warmth. his grin turns to a soft laugh as she tells him her favourite song is the same as his and he could have sworn his stomach flipped a couple times because this was a lot. “ yes... absolutely. “ he beams , his gaze on her lips, listening to her words in awe. if anyone could see the two of them right now , they would think they were in love. “ deal, i’ll do that thing they do at festivals and put you on my shoulders. “ he tilts his head, getting more comfortable against the pillows and laying down somewhat, turning to face her. “ your accent.. “ he narrows his gaze a little, in thought. “ carolina huh? south or north? “ he was usually pretty good at picking accents , despite the fact that people usually picked him for british instead of australian , he hardly ever got it wrong. “ it’s cute. you miss home?“ 

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“ oh my god, same. i’ve been hungover once, and like … “— her mouth hangs agape, a deliberate pause added to emphasize her intentions expressed in the latter half of her sentence —“ … i’m not going through that ever again. “ making a mental note of his comment in case there comes a time when they’re somehow weaseled into taking shots of vodka, a slight laugh bubbles from within at his following revelation, another involuntary— and ill-timed —reaction. “ wait, are you serious? “ his admission isn’t not something that he should be ashamed of per se, but until then, he hadn’t really pegged her as the type to not have sex. she quickly glosses over her inappropriate response with an understanding nod, hopefully assuring him that there isn’t anything for him to worry about, though her mind flutters over the possibility that she offended him. “ that’s not something you’re insecure about, is it? because you shouldn’t be, “ she states genuinely, a warm smile stretched across her face as she says this. “ is it … a personal choice? “

“ more than enough for me, thank you again. “ her words are accompanied by yet another giggle, the latest in a stream of laughter that seems to arise constantly around him. “ cheers! “ she exclaims eagerly as their glasses meet, slowly raising hers to her lips in mimicry of how he savors the taste, though her first sip doesn’t entirely have the same effect. her face contorts a bit as just one mouthful proves to be a little strong for her lightweight self, though she redeems herself with another gulp as soon as she recovers from the initial buzz. “ you know, i find that really hard to believe. “ she protests his humility quickly after she sets her drink down, believing that he’s just presented her with the most ludicrous assumption ever. “ even if you aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, i happen to enjoy your flavor, “ any other person would cower in shame if they said what she just boldly let slip, but she feels truly uninhibited— and it’s not just the fireball that gives her this lack of restraint. her interest is piqued when he drags the crate of records in their direction, and she barely sorts through the options before a copy of fleetwood mac’s greatest hits catches her eye, pulling the sleeve and its contents out excitedly. “ i love fleetwood mac, “ she mentions with all the zeal of a kid caught at a candy store, gaping at the cover admiringly. “ my mom would always have rumours playing while doing chores. she still does, actually. “

occupied with sliding the record into the player, her reaction at his comment is hidden from him, but anyone who could see her face knows that there’s no hiding the giddiness she feels when he says this, cheeks once more tainted pink at his admiration towards her. “ i feel the same way about you, seriously. i really like being around you, “ she sounds uncharacteristically shy right now, voice teetering slightly despite the conviction of her words. she distracts herself with the victory of getting the record to play, which is no small feat considering that this is her first attempt at getting this to work. sitting back down next to him, she all but forgets the glass of whiskey perched on top of his drawer, attention completely fixated on their present conversation. “ so, do you have a favorite song from them? “  she speaks over the first track, eyes glazing over him.

      the doubting whether he was serious or not wasn’t something he usually had as a response when people found out he was a virgin. it was usually laughs or mocking, asking him if he is religious, but he knew she didn’t mean it in an offensive way. she was just honest, he liked that about her. “ yeah... nah, no, not so much insecure just everyone likes to remind me about it, surprised you hadn’t heard. “ he rolls his eyes a little, but he isn’t mad about it, and it’s obvious by the permanent smile on his features. “ i just never got around to it, i was homeschooled ‘cause my brother and i travelled and then i just ended up.. waiting for something , or someone special. “ he blushes a little, shrugging his shoulders at his own surprisingly candid response.

     he laughs at her reaction to the whiskey, his gaze flickering over her features in the dusk through his open window and remembering it, she had a freckle above her lip he hadn’t noticed before but the fireball settling in his stomach allowed him to gaze at her a little longer than usual. that is, until he almost chokes on the liquid as he takes another sip, eyes watering a little as he sets the cup down. he knew she was honest, but her words have him shuffling to a more comfortable position and composing himself. he is laughing, shaking his head, “ you’re amazing, my flavour? “ he notes and gulps back, suddenly antsy to reach for his camera before the lighting changed. “ stay there. “ he requests calmly, reaching across for his film camera to snap a few photos of her flicking through the vinyls, his heart racing at the sight alone but he knew the photos would be even better, she made sure of it. “ hope you don’t mind.. “ he smiles warmly, setting it down beside them as she picks an album and he lights up, nodding once, “ good fuckin’ choice. “ he blurts out, “ mind my french.. “

“ you must have a pretty musical family? “ he guesses, brushing his hand back through his curls so they weren’t in his face. “ you do? “ he asks, not doubting it but not really believing it either, why would someone like her want to hang out with someone like him? he was boring. “ you can hang around me as much as you want, promise. “ he looks over at her when she joins him, pretending to be deep in thought but he knew the answer to her question in a heartbeat. “ everywhere, easily.” he swipes his tongue over his lower lip which was sticky with the cinnamon. “ then maybe... the chain, i saw them live actually, think i was in new zealand? wait, no it was dublin.  “ he thinks aloud and he laughs, grateful for the small amount of alcohol easing his nerves because otherwise the butterflies in his stomach would be going haywire, having her sit so close to him. “ whats your favourite song? “ he asks, glad the words made their way out because he was so fixated on the colour of her eyes. 

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“ i like the way it makes me feel, though not so much the taste, ” she remarks as her eyes continue to travel for a trace of the missing object, ears tending closely to his comments despite her attention otherwise being diverted elsewhere. “ wait, so do you just … not use them, then? isn’t that a little risky? “ not usually one to shy away from a bold question, her innocuous words hang in the air before she gets the slightest impression that that’s not what he means when he mentions their lack of use, prompting an understanding nod before the comb finds its way in her rightful hands, twirling it proudly as if it were some prize to be won. the command of his hands guiding her shoulder makes her flush a little, drawn by his gentle approach as he begins to work the comb through her locks, the comfortable silence that permeates through the air putting her at momentary ease. she wonders briefly if he finds the odd serenity of this as warming as she does, or if the tenderness of this moment is completely lost on him. 

“ as always? “ the compliment is enough for her to reward him with a grin, the unabashed cheerfulness in her look apparent to him as they face each other. “ thank you, “ her signature smile continues to beam proudly across her face as he finishes his job well done, eager to show her gratitude in a form other than just a simple statement. she perks when he suggests a round of fireball, her mind already made up before he begins to stammer over his invitation. “ let’s do it, “ she answers eagerly as she follows him to the room, making her way onto the bed and plopping down as comfortably as the person who actually sleeps in it. “ why wouldn’t i want to hang out with you? “ it’s a genuine question, curious as to whether he had the impression that she didn’t like his company despite her daily efforts to be around his presence. eyeing him as he pours the contents of the drink into each cup, she waits for him to hand her the glass before she continues. “ i figured you’d be sick of me after i acted like such a child outside, “ she admits, recalling the immaturity of her practically throwing dirt into her hair and forcing him to clean up after her mess.

        “ yeah i like when it gets the the warm and fuzzy stage, not the hangovers or the ... vodka, can’t do vodka. “ he laughs a little, his cheeks warm like he’d just sipped on mulled wine but it was honestly all just from looking at her smile, that, and the question that left her lips that usually people would filter - but not her. he was used to it , most of the people that lived under this roof knew of his lack of and reminded it about him almost daily. “ no , i “ he laughs a little, raising his eyebrows, to look more confident than he was. “ have never had sex. “ 

       she did hear his comment about her being beautiful, but her reaction makes him glad he didn’t keep it locked up in his head as usual because that damn smile was enough to bring a grin to anyones face, but his lights up like he’d just won a million dollars, and the girl. “ you’re welcome. “ he muses, seeing her get comfortable in his bed and he heads over to join her with both cups filled with at least two shots. “ enough to party?” he smirks at the words, handing her hers and holding his up. “ cheers,” he clinks the metal together and takes a sip instead of a shot, genuinely liking the taste. “ well... you know, people don’t usually. “ he shrugs, “ i guess i’m not some people’s cup of tea around here sometimes, which is fine.” he notes, setting his cup down on the pile of books near his bed to lean over to his pile of vinyls, dragging the crate over. “ wanna listen to something? you choose. “ his gaze turns back to her, briefly looking at her hair to make sure he did indeed, do a job well done. 

“ i don’t think i could ever get sick of you, dyl.. “ he says honestly , sipping his drink again to busy his lips. “ i like.. spending time with you and getting to know you more.. you’re good fun. “ he shrugs, shifting back up on his bed to let his head rest on the headboard, kicking his legs out comfortably. 

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she flashes him a toothy grin in a passive response to his comment, one that could easily be perceived as having some sort of double entendre attached to it— though with dylan’s embarrassing (yet unfortunately characteristic) tendency to have innuendos go completely over her head, the probability of her playing coy right now seems like a toss-up. “ you can listen to them with me one day, if you want. who knows? if you like them well enough, i might have enough connections to secure us some concert tickets, “ she suggests rather bluntly, the edges of her lips contracting slightly to reveal an almost shy smile as she catches his eye, though her stare darts elsewhere when their gazes simultaneously land on one another. “ aren’t they? i’d love a garden filled with them one day, but i think i can settle for a bouquet … for now. “ completely oblivious to the hidden meaning that laces his usage of the word beautiful, she mentions this in passing, the joking tone in her voice clashing with an almost obvious desire for him to pick up on her request. her mind relishes the idea of him gifting her with flowers sometime in the future, a visual so cheesy to the untrained eye yet perfect for her romantic nature. she reacts with innocent laughter, not just at his joke, but at his sudden breezing past her to get to his bedroom first, endeared by the thought of him tidying everything up to her liking. 

“ really? well, i’m happy i’ll be in good hands then, “ she teases as she trails behind him up the stairs, greeted by the fleeting whiff of his cologne when he creaks the door open. she’s grown fond of the scent, oftentimes a pleasant reminder that he happens to be nearby, whether it be when it follows him as he makes his way to the kitchen or when it lingers on the furniture. it brings a warm smile to her features, all while activating goosebumps on every square inch of her exposed skin as she fully steps into his room, admiring the setup in all its (slightly messy) glory. “ sure! i think we still have some apple juice in the fridge, “ she recalls, though it’s after her reply that she realizes that he may not be suggesting a cup of apple & eve. “ unless you meant like, alcohol? “ correcting herself as she follows him into the bathroom, she hovers over him as he rummages through the contents of his drawers, eyes unintentionally locked on what seems like dozens of very specific wrappers crowding one of his departments. it catches her off guard, so much so that she doesn’t initially register his question. “ huh? oh … it’s not my comb, so no. “ the delivery of her comment is almost a bit harsh, but she’s genuinely unsure of how to answer that without biting honesty. she cuts through the bluntness with a giggle, mind returning to the sight of his open drawer. “ so, you seem to be pretty well-stocked, “ she says casually as if he’d be able to instantly catch her drift, parading herself around the room in a half-assed yet well-meaning effort to look for the missing comb. “ ooh, is this it? “

      “ yeah i’ll listen to them with you. “ he notes , a smile well formed on his lips as she suggests they go to a concert together, even if it is her brothers - he feels like he might just go anywhere with her. he wouldn’t be listening or concentrating much on the music anyway, it was hard to concentrate on much but here when they hung out together - which had been more and more recently. he couldn’t quite figure out why someone like her would want to hang around someone like him, not many people did. he feels his stomach flitter a little when she mentions a bouquet, surely it was just a coincidence that he wanted to get one for her? she didn’t mean from him, no way. 

      still searching through his piles of unorganised things he can’t help but smile at her innocent suggestion of apple juice , “ do you like alcohol? “ he asks , not really looking at her because he is picking up a tube of toothpaste that was expired and swiftly throwing it away, as though that were surely the most embarrassing thing there she might see. he does go a little red, when she responds about the comb and nods once, “ right, yeah dumb question. “ he laughs a little nervously and turns to face her as she giggles, his eyes almost popping out of his head before a similar laugh emits from his own lips. “ uh... yeah? i mean? i guess..” he rubs his neck , before holding it in the air pointlessly in a ‘what can i honestly say right now’ way. “ my mom sends them every month, i uh , don’t.. i mean , haven’t used them . “ he scrunches his nose up a little , not even sure he was supposed to elaborate but now she knew how much of a loser he was, or whatever. grateful for the found comb to distract the conversation he raises his eyebrows and smiles softly. “ ah. bingo, yep thats it. “ he gently takes it from her, his hands equally as, as he holds her shoulders to turn her around with her back to him. 

“ tell me if it hurts, okay? “ he notes, combing it through the ends of her locks which shone in the sunset through the window, and he is almost entranced by it before remembering to brush out every dry blade of grass and speck of dirt until it was gone, glad the moment of silence between them wasn’t awkward but he could have sworn he could hear his own heartbeat. setting the comb down on the bench he holds her hair to the side until it if over her shoulder and he walks around to her front. “ there, beautiful as always now. “ he says, aloud and accidentally and he blushes and laughs it off before heading back into his room which was now a little darker. “ fireball, i’ve got that? if you want... you can go grab the apple juice and it kinda tastes like apple pie. “ he shrugs, retrieving the golden bottle from his side drawer as well as two of the enamel cups he had in there for camping. “ but... if you don’t like , wanna hang out.. or whatever just say so.. “ he smiles over at her, setting the cups and the fireball on his dresser before kicking off his shoes and pouring some into each cup.

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“ i think i wear the pants pretty damn good, don’t i? “ the slight smirk that etches on her lips is overtaken by a chuckle at his sudden realization of just who her brother is, the delayed reaction being almost comedic to her. it amazes her just how out of the loop he seems to be, though it seems so in character for him— a true testament to his aloof exterior that she figures could very well be a front hiding something much more vulnerable. “ banks, yes. “ she answers, the trail of her voice reflecting the way in which her mind drifts in and out of the conversation. her suspicions are confirmed as his voice reduces at the further mention of milo, the guilt of even entertaining this topic gnawing at her. sure, she realizes she has nothing to be sorry for, but the silence on his behalf feels a little too telling, and she’s battling with wanting to probe him further— though this seems like a pretty idiotic move, even for her —and just leaving the discussion as is. his discomfort is more than enough of a reason for her to choose the latter, a jolt traveling through her spine when his fingers lace with hers, the fuzzy feeling that overwhelms her feeling close to second nature yet so terribly out of place. “ i have a soft spot for lillies and orchids, “ she replies fondly, though her tone resembles something close to despondence when he pulls his hand away from her. but she’s soothed once more when he approaches her, his hand coming in contact with the nape of her neck. “ no, “ — she shakes her head —” you’re fine. “ a brow quirks at his invitation to go inside, his room sounding more like a foreign destination than a spot under the same roof as her. “ i finally get to see your dungeon? “ she attempts to lighten the mood further as she follows him through the door, wondering if her joke is enough to mask the nerves that threaten to attack at the idea of going to his room. “ i hope you have experience combing out dirt from people’s heads … i pay a lot of money for this hair. “ 

       “ they do look good on you. “ he laughs and then immediately stops, rubbing the back of his neck nervously in case she thought he meant he was looking at her ass or something. his eyes widen a little at the revelation of who her brother indeed is, and it makes a lot more sense. the merch around the house and the guy on the front cover of internet articles who looked like a male version of her. “ i’ve never heard the songs, but i bet they’re good. “ he smiles again, finding her gaze and then looking away just as quickly. “lillies and orchids. “ he notes aloud, genuinely keeping it locked up in his mind for another time. “ they are pretty beautiful. “ his voice softens a little at ‘beautiful,’ because he is breathless and it’s not because of the flowers, but her beauty instead. he barely notices the disappointment in her tone, but when he does it’s already passed. he clears his throat as he makes sure there is no dirt on her shoulders and lets her in first, but he walks first up the stairs toward his room , another awkward laugh leaving his lips as he mentally configures all the junk on his floor and side table and how he could get rid of it before she walked in. “ dungeon? ouch. more like a lair, dragon’s lair. “ he winces, scrunching his eyes as he walks because he didn’t think the reference through. “ just up here. “ he notes, as though she didn’t sleep just down the hall, herself. “ a little, maddie used to do headstands in the mud back home. “ he admits, opening the door to his room that still smelled of his cologne from when he left it last, and all that he needed to hide was his countless coffee mugs and stacks of notebooks and novels at the end of his bed, but he doesn’t because she is behind him and he holds the door until she is in and accidentally bows a little as he closes it, crossing his arms over his chest until he remembers it looks hostile. “ you want a drink ? not like, “ he laughs once, rubbing his neck. “ not from those cups , i’ll get you a new one. “ he walks into his bathroom, switching on the light and sifting through the drawers of things his mom sent him over that he never used, including the comb he couldn’t find. “ you know what this comb is supposed to look like? “ 

[majidjordans-deactivated2023041]

  𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱   𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧      as   harry   bingham   on   the   society   .

[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

“ is there a bad way to be down to earth? either way, i think you’re fine, “ she is practically armed with admiration for him at this point, fishing for any opportunity to compliment him on the off-chance that he might actually be receptive— a far cry from his usual method of invalidating himself every time she says something nice about him. just the faintest idea of him not seeing himself as highly— pun not intended —as she sees him is enough to frustrate her slightly, as expressed by the small grimace painted on her face, brows crinkling. “ second oldest, yes. i sometimes feel like i’m the oldest, though. “ as convinced as she is that she’s the one that takes charge between her and her older brother, anyone paying witness to the duo’s dynamic would know very early on that this usually isn’t the case. “ wait, are you seriously asking? “ a previously furrowed brow raises in confusion at this question, his ignorance leaving her to wonder if he’s somehow been living under a rock these past eight months. “ well, he’s in this band and he’s … the most talented guitarist i know, “ she’s well-aware of how biased she sounds right now, but it’s not as if it’s a far-fetched statement. deflating a little when he appears hesitant to answer the latter of her series of questions, her face falls slightly at the mention of his twin brother. “ oh. arlo, i’m really sorry … “ her hands feel as uncertain as the tone of her voice sounds, searching frantically for something to occupy her fingers before resorting back to toying with the grass. were you guys close? the question edges at the tip of her tongue, but she resists the urge to ask when he suggests that they go inside, nodding without much of a protest as she tries to keep her mind off his revelation, laughing off the embarrassment of her dirt-soiled hair. standing up almost too quickly, she takes a moment to regain her composure before sticking an arm out in his direction, fingers gesturing for him to take her hand. “ can you help clean me up? “

“ there is a bad way to be down to earth actually. “ he laughs the most now , his line of vision on her hair practically rooted into the ground, sprawled like a tree grasping at the dirt. he brushes off what seems like a compliment, not sure there were many ways to compliment him, but he will wait for her to figure that one out. he nods , “ ah right. you wear the pants huh. “ he jokes , hating that term anyway because he thought everyone deserved to ‘ wear the pants. ‘  like a lightbulb moment , he connects the dots and realises who her brother actually is, not really in the know at all about anyone in the house or their business, he kept to himself whether he liked it or not. “ oh like ? as in that band... what’s it called ? the dangerfields or something? “ he nods , remembering now. “ i don’t pay a lot of attention to things, like at all. “ he laughs once. he feels like his tongue is stuck in a spot in his mouth and he can’t find words so he is silent as they stand up and he holds his hand out instinctively to steady her, well used to the way the high made you wobbly, but he knew some people weren’t. 

“ don’t worry about it..” he softens his tone a little, scrunching his features a little as though wincing because he hated when other people felt bad at his expense. losing his brother was the worst thing to ever happen to him, so his words usually failed because they weren’t good enough. his fingers instinctively intertwine with hers and he feels his stomach flip so he squeezes it gently, leading her a little toward the garden light above them and he reluctantly lets go of her hand, “ whats your favourite flower?” he remembers, walking behind her and bending his knees a little to see the dirt nestled in her hair and the nape of her neck, his fingertips gently brushing it all off to make sure there wasn’t anything left. “ sorry.. does that hurt?” he murmurs, his hand holding her shoulder softly as his hand brushes through her hair and encounters a few knots. “ come, “ he lets her go and motions toward the house. “ i have like, a comb thingo in my bathroom if there’s anything left. “ he smiles warmly, albeit nervously when he meets her gaze and tries his best to hold it as he holds the door open. 

[arlospncr]

dyltms​:

“ thank you, ” the edges of her lips curl to reveal a small smile, an expression that— heedless of her strongest efforts to control herself  —seems to come naturally in his presence. his observation feels pretty rich, considering that he’s, without exaggeration, the smartest guy she knows … not that she hangs around particularly bright company to begin with, but she’s sure not many people have the power to command a conversation as wisely as he does. “ it’s okay to have your head in the clouds, you know. mine is up there like, all the time. “ she says assuringly, though it’s closer to a true statement than it is an attempt to relate to him (venus— or just like his answer, jupiter —would probably have been better suited for the idealist in her, but she didn’t want to run the risk of sounding like a complete bonehead around him, though she figures that her goodnight moon answer erases any conspiracy of her being able to consistently speak intelligently). “ has it? “ her fingers delve into her hair, a terrible decision in hindsight as part of her scalp is rendered in soil, though she’s not exactly lucid enough to realize. “ four, to be exact. “ — she sticks four fingers up in the air for added emphasis — “ i’m assuming you know luca, ‘cause like … he lives here. though he’s more of a guest than anything else at this point, “ she muses briefly on her brother’s absence, though her train of thought is quickly interrupted— first by the ladybug trailing down her arm, then by the sudden graze of his fingers against her skin. she frowns a little as he removes the bug from her, but she isn’t able to conceal the soft smile that creeps back onto her face as his attention is drawn back to her. “ what’s your favorite kind of flower? and do you like, have any siblings as well? “ 

     his coffee-coloured hues flicker over to her smile , accidentally lingering for a moment as though capturing her through his own gaze because his camera was all the way inside, unusually. whenever they hung out he seemed to just drop everything , it was a rare thing for him. he nods his head , looking up at the stars as she talks about clouds and he thinks she reminds him of stars and clouds and the sun all at once , confusing but wonderful. “ i wish mine could be , i’m too like... down to earth or whatever. just not in the good way. “ he laughs once, usually not this vocal about himself but he was high as a kite, the only time he was even close to the sky. “ you have a good mind though , i like what you say. “ he notes , nodding his head as though she could see him when she asks about the awards. truthfully he wasn’t really sure about that , but he wanted to show interest in a book that seemed important to her. “ four? shit. you the oldest? like aside from luca? “ he raises his eyebrows , facing her as the ladybug flutters over to a blade of grass. “ what does he do anyway? “ he tilts his head curiously , never one to really question people’s business unless it was a topic. he goes to answer her question , his lips ready to say ‘sunflower’ before they fall shut like curtains at the end of a film. it should have been a question that he was expecting, but usually people never asked. “ i uh , sunflower. “ he furrows his brows, sitting up instead of laying down but turning to face her a little anyway. “ i have a sister, younger.. maddie, and i had a uh , “ he brings his hand up to rub the side of his neck, trying to find his words. “ twin brother, milo, once too. but.. not anymore so.. “ he nods , clearing his throat as he picks the grass. “ wanna go inside? your hair has all dirt in it. “ he laughs nervously, not meeting her gaze but his fingers brush across the long brunette strands meeting the grass and dirt. 

[arlospncr]

savannhs​:

her mind dwells more on ensuring that her cup— which is filled to the brim with whatever concoction being brewed in the kitchen— doesn’t topple over than on the possibility that she might run into someone during her walk, and so her first instinct is to jump when she hears the voice come seemingly from out of nowhere, risking splattering the drink all over her outfit. “ holy shi- sorry, hi. “ she turns almost sheepish at the sight of arlo, not really sure how to proceed with this conversation— or perhaps, lack thereof. her face wrinkles as she approaches the water, first at the other’s apprehension to get close to the pool & then at his questions, hesitant to answer in the off-chance that he is just asking rhetorically. “ i’m here alone, yeah. i just needed a break from whatever it is everyone’s doing in the living room, “ scoffing almost incredulously, she sits herself down by the edge, wading her feet through the glimmer of the chlorine-filled water. “ what about you? you’re not planning on being the life of the party tonight? “

        he looks at the overflowing cup in her hand with a small tinge of a smile, he isn’t drinking tonight because it made him think too much lately and not in a nice way, so he sips his straw until there is nothing left and it makes that annoying slurping sound which makes him self conscious. he shakes his head once , “ sorry , didn’t mean to scare ya.” he shrugs and squints his eyes , not sure what to say or what to do with his hands now his capri sun was empty. “ what were they doing? “ he asks curiously , hoping he doesn’t sound too weird but he tries to pretend like he doesn’t care by putting one ankle over the other and leaning against the brick wall. he shakes his head, smiling a little. “ not tonight nah, “ he looks over at her, squinting again and he briefly wonders if he need the glasses his mom bought him and he never wore. “ was gonna have an early one but... seems like it’s only gonna get louder in there, huh?”