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@ayannas-blog1
ROXY: someone just stopped me in the street and asked for a picture
ROXY: it was really cool until they said they loved me in claws and i had to explain that i'm not karreuche tran
AYANNA: oh that’s always fun ! hope they got your good side !
AYANNA: [DELAYED] yikes. i never understood how people mistake others like ??? u two look nothing alike
AYANNA: at least imo
IMS → ALL CONTACTS
GEORGIA: that's a very shady non-answer you're giving there
AYANNA: that was not shady
AYANNA: it was just like ,, a honest question
IMS → ALL CONTACTS
GEORGIA: so are the rumours true? or has viral just been getting ahead of themselves again?
AYANNA: 👀👀👀
AYANNA: you honestly don’t believe everything you hear do you ?
txt messaging | open
lucas: the most ironic thing just happened
lucas: i just dropped my phone on the sea and i had to go rush and buy a new one
lucas: point is..
lucas: new phone, who this?
ayanna: you dropped your phone in the sea ? that’s not something u hear everyday
ayanna: to save you a few guesses, it’s ayanna.
Will was up on the roof of the club that he’d come to with a bunch of his mates, all of whom had since disappeared home with whoever they’d managed to find. He was ready to go home, too, but there was something soothing about sitting up there with the fire escape door rattling in the soft breeze and the sound of the party downstairs. He rarely got these moments to himself, and he lay his head back against the brick that he was leaning on and sighed. He’d not long stamped his cigarette out before he was pulling the pack from the pocket of the jacket that lay next to him, tucking one behind his ear for easy access later and popping another between his lips. This was when he heard noise coming from the rattly doorway, and he looked up to see that he was no longer alone. “Alright?” he asked, offering the pack out to the unexpected guest, “y’want one?”
ayanna waves her hand when she approaches the male, her slow movements giving her some time to turn back and leave in case he’d make it known that he wanted to be alone. though, when he offers her a smoke, she takes that as an opportunity to remain nearby. “i’m good,” she says, at first, a small smile arriving on her lips. “thanks, though.”
VIA HER INSTAGRAM STORY
babes: idk i was just thinking
babes: there's quite a few people on my list
babes: including that one girl who took my parking spot the last time we went out
babes: i key'd that bitches car uuup !
ayanna: believe me , i get that
ayanna: keying cars are so overrated tho.
ayanna: i heard pouring sugar in the tank is way more effective ?? idk
× — ❛ arie.
arie couldn’t help the nervous laugh that overcame him, a slight blush tinting his cheeks as he rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. “ uh, yeah. sorry about that. ” as usually, he didn’t have an excuse. at least, not a decent one. “ i’ve been – hanging out. ” it was quite possibly the understatement of the century, considering arie had been gearing up for his 21st birthday, and was busy dealing with rumors of him dating multiple different women. “ but how about you ?? you’ve been churning out bangers ever since – ” ever since we left new york. but he doesn’t SAY that, instead opting to change the sentence. “ – for as long as i can remember. ”
“ it’s fine, ” she responds but she hopes she’s not making him more flustered than usual. “ i think i get why you did. ” and her words are truthful, especially when she’s dealt with the experience more than she can count in a place so tiny like los angeles has proved to be time and time again. “ hanging out? ” ayanna repeats, snickering. “ i’d say viral states otherwise but okay. i’ll play along for your sake, at least. ” she bites her bottom lip at the mention of her own career, knowing that while she was in the studio, things were coming together all too slow for her personal enjoyment. though, her eyebrow furrows at his small delay and she wonders what he had in mind. “ i’m in the studio right now which is... a slower process than i remember but uh, working with parker a few weeks ago has put me back on the right track. ”
× — ❛ luther.
“no, no, it wasn’t bad, i’m just not used to… the flavor.” he didn’t want to make it seem as if her taste was disgusting, although luther didn’t see how someone could like what was in that cup. “do you think a blueberry muffin would do the trick? or maybe a donut?” he gestured towards the glass case that held the usual pastries one gets with coffee. he figured that maybe he couldn’t get her any more coffee the least he could do was offer her something else, especially considering he skipped breakfast that morning and he probably needed to have something in his system. “i’d offer something a bit more high class, but unfortunately i don’t think i’m in the right state to go anywhere fancy.” he gestured to his clothes, where he was wearing some loose fitting sweat pants and a wrinkled shirt. it was the first time in a while that luther had just thrown on an outfit before leaving his apartment, he was usually very meticulous about his clothing but he supposed that it was something a hangover did to him.
she nods, understanding his view on the topic since at times, she needed a sugar or two to get by. hearing his suggestion, she steps towards the display case to take a look at the various options. of all the times she’s been there, it never once crossed her mind to grab a pastry but for some reason, the blueberry muffin was definitely appetizing. turning back to him, she brings the cup to her lips without a second thought and sips - the liquid warming her throat immediately. “neither am i, dude, so we don’t have to worry about that.” she assures him, drinking more of her coffee. she’s quite aware that the oversized hoodie has a few people questioning if she’s wearing any shorts underneath but at the moment, she doesn’t really care. “so, how about i buy my own muffin, right, then you but yours and if you have a few minutes, we could chat or something?”
arie.
closed starter for @ayannas | arie & ayanna.
arie couldn’t remember the last time he saw ayanna. actually, he could, and it was back when they were both still in new york. the two had the smallest of flings back then, but when arie’s career suddenly took off, he broke things off before he moved out to california to pursue music. regardless of how little the relationship lasted, it didn’t make seeing her in public less awkward. when they locked eyes, arie gave the female a grin. “ hey, ” he started, awkwardly. he began to wonder if he heard the song he had written about her. “ it’s been a while. ”
“ a while like when you ghosted me at starbucks, right? ” she teases in reply, a small smile gracing her features as she looks at the boy in front of her. receiving the text was similar to the way things were between them – weird. just as weird as how awkwardness was almost always embraced whenever they were in each other’s distant presence. though, she managed to brave through it all – since she hadn’t really had a chance to think about him or the relationship. “ how have you been, arie ? y’know. other than killing it on the charts. ” she dislikes small talk but in this moment, it feels a bit necessary to do so.
× — ❛ luther.
this week had been a week of firsts for luther. the first time he drank was last night, at the afterparty party, the morning was the first time he woke up with a hangover, and two seconds ago was the first time he had coffee in years. he had ordered himself a cup of ginger tea at the coffee shop located next to his apartment and a quick google search showed him that ginger tea helped with hangovers, and considering he had no one walking him through this process he’d have to take the advice from his favorite search engine. yet, the cup he picked up wasn’t his order and instead of ingesting a hot sip of ginger tea with honey he had the bitter taste of coffee in his mouth. he reluctantly swallowed the liquid and held the cup out in front of him in disgust. “crap. i think i grabbed your drink by mistake.” he turned to the only other person standing beside him and offered them an apologetic smile. “i’ll buy you a new one, i’m sorry about that.”
the time ayanna spent with rhys after the party was interesting, to say the least. she can’t remember much, preferring that it may be for the best but the various photos of food and her being an absolute clown, that are currently located in her phone’s photo gallery is illustrating the story she hopes no one ever sees. so instead of hiding behind a pair of sunglasses, her tired eyes are still adjusting to the light and her tiny frame is swallowed up by a black hoodie she’s grateful to have found in the hurry. she’s been waiting for her order for some time now, though, her patience slightly thinning as she wishes to return to her apartment before her day actually begins. she gets the nerve to wander towards the pick-up counter for once during her visit but a voice stops her in her tracks and she laughs softly at his disgust. “no, i’m sorry you had to endure drinking that.” cup in hand now, she shakes her head at his offer. maybe it was best that she didn’t have coffee this morning. “don’t worry about it. i’ll find something else to perk me up.”
× — ❛ ivy.
ivy sighed as she scrolled through instagram, her lips turning into a pout as she turned her phone off and slid it into her purse. ❛ okay, i need to go shopping. i’ve seen way too many cute clothes on insta that i don’t own, and that’s just a crime. go shopping with me ? please ? it’s so much more fun to have a shopping buddy ! ❜ not that she’d ever admit it, but she also liked having a ‘shopping buddy’ for the buzz it created— two celebrities was much better than one.
at first, she’s too occupied with sending a quick reply to a message about coming into the studio that day that she doesn’t understand what the other is speaking about. however, she catches onto to the last of her words and smiles, though, hesitant. “sure, why not? i’ve got a few hours on my hands.”
babes: okay at what point in my career does the illuminati come to do their thing
babes:because im ready to sacrifice a bitch
babes: just wondering, if they offered you a billion dollars, who would you sacrifice?
babes:and no im not high
Babes: yet
ayanna: uh maybe around 3 or 4 year mark ?
ayanna: well. it’s not about who. it’s more so of a what.
ayanna: [DELAYED] that was a joke by the way.
ayanna: why are u asking about that for?
× — ❛ zan !
zan tapped on her chin in thought at the other’s suggestion. she subconsciously knew she was way too drunk at the moment, and that sitting down would probably be a good thing. after a moment, zan nodded in response. “ okay !! ” she was probably too excited, as zan normally was, as she skipped over to the place in question, pausing halfway through to wave at ayanna to come with her. “ c’mon, slowpoke !! ”
a great amount of relief slipped over her when the other accepts but ayanna didn’t expect her to skip off so quick. in fact, she didn’t expect her to be so enthused about going to sit down but rather being pulled in the opposite direction to the dancefloor or even, wherever she was before this encounter. so she followed behind zan and assured she stayed close behind, only lacking speed when it came to retrieving a water bottle from the bar and finally sitting down at the booth. handing zan the bottle of water, she then asks, “ how many drinks did it take for you to have this much fun? ”
× — ❛ rhys !
HE USED TO love to dance: nights closing up the restaurant on fridays when rhys had nothing to do or nowhere to be but with his parents, mopping floors and wiping tables while inevitably, his mother would play salsa music and he’d be dragged into her ‘dance trap’, as he’d liked to call it. his father would sit on the side, correcting their moves as rhys’s mother taught him to dance. and he was told he was pretty good, at least by the wait staff at the restaurant. but it was never something he really pursued or showed off ( the confidence, clearly, deep, low in some valley ); frat parties involved more rapping and fist-pumping than actual moves allowed for. of course, there was a side of rhys that would be able to let loose and show off for a moment ( only while sufficiently intoxicated, of course ). it was a side of him that his best friend was poking at, tempting to come out. there was no question that he wasn’t having the greatest of weeks, and had a bit to drink to compensate for that fact. “ hey, you can fuck it up while you’re sitting, too, ” was his sorry attempt to defend himself. her dance moves immediately put a smile to his well-intoxicated state, but his eyes dropped to the floor as he shook his head. “ i fucking hate you, you know that? ” he asked, though the laughing in his tone completely spun his words to a remark of endearment. she complemented him perfectly, knew how to cheer him up when he was sulking around, just like he was now. “ you think these guys are ready to be shown the fuck up, though? ” he asked teasingly, eyeing the crowd of sweaty bodies dancing miserably to the blaring music. he had to admit, the baseline did make him want to move his feet a little. “ just one? you’re getting soft on me, i thought you’d at least want three.” rhys smiled as he finally jumped off of his barstool, grabbing his best friend’s hand in his as he led the way to the middle of the dance floor.
she tilts her head at his defense, a silly grin becoming present as she wags her finger from side to side. of course he’d find some way to get out of it but she wasn’t going to let him receive the satisfaction. if rhys was planning on moping around the rest of his evening, it was her duty to intervene - rightfully so. she continues to move fluidly besides him, arms above her head and her waist winding around briefly before she stops and laughs at his words. “ i fucking hate you too so it looks like we’re stuck together, “ she sticks her tongue out as she toys around with her blouse, it previously being unbuttoned from her interaction with dean but currently, it hangs off her shoulder loosely. her gaze follows his to the crowd, scoffing playfully at his question, “ uh, yeah? i’ve seen too many dudes fist pump and treat this like an episode of jersey shore. “ her hands makes a swift ‘no’ motion, face scrunching up at her previous statement but she had to admit, it was a bit entertaining. granted, she hid her fit of laughter behind her hand but it was worth witnessing a few overly intoxicated people have their variation of ‘dancing’ and ‘fun’. she became giddy at the acceptance of the dance and squeezed his hand tightly as she followed behind him. they were pretty much engulfed by the moving masses, bodies bumping into hers indirectly and before they found a clearing, she felt like she was having a sensory overload once more. “ c’mon, ” she does a quick spin, hand still grasping his. “ being my dance partner on some caribbean night isn’t enough for me. ”
× — ❛ dash !
he chuckled, “yeah, i mean, i’ve worked really hard to look this good, might as well flaunt it when i can,” he said with a grin and a quick run of his hand through his hair. he laughed, “i fucking hope so. my goal is to one day be named people’s sexiest man alive, even though the standards have obviously gone down since blake shelton was named sexiest man.”
she smiles when he runs his hand through his hair, the soft laugh she was trying to suppress slipping anyway. though, she nods her head at the mention of blake shelton, understanding that very well. “ yeah, i tried to reason with that choice but i guess people find mudding attractive? whatever that means. ” she shrugs her shoulders. “ just know that you’re my choice if and when the moment comes ... unless it’s like, chris evans or even idris elba then, i might have to take that back. ”
