YEAH YEAH YEAH putting gas in the t a n k got me { acting } rude, mary jane in the back 'cause she in the m o o d we ain't got a plan, that {shit} hit the f a n - ain't nobody having fun like we do. AY AY and my mama don't know what I n e e d, but my daddy left me with the keys so g o d d a m n I'm { ballin' } like the man, i'm sittin' shotgun in a six-wheel van
the petite girl had a pen in one hand and her favorite acoustic guitar in her lap and other hand, now scribbling down some lyrics and notes on a page of sheet music for a new song she was attempting to compose. once she realized that she wasnât in the music room alone, her eyes immediately shot up to the figure standing across the room. âhey! wanna help me out with something? i have two melodies in mind but i donât know which one sounds particularly better.â
he knew nothing about music and honestly was lost as he stumbles around the music room bumping into various instruments he nodded motioning for her to continue âgo ahead, wait are you a soundcloud rapper?â
âi need helpâ baz said as he took a seat besides the other person âso i told my dad i climbed mount everest during the break but i didnât i went to malibu and got very drunk, so how are your photoshop skills?â
one second sheâs smiling, drunkenly grinning - what an idiot. the next, sheâs tugging up the zipper of her dress, eyes stinging and she wants to rub them so she doesnât cry but she didnât expect him to be here, not since heâd been so late and sheâd downed shots of alcohol far too many times already. âbaz⊠itâs not,â she shakes her head, words stuck in her throat and the tears stream down quickly, she pushes him out of the room harder than she meant to and the record he had in his hand drops to the floor. âitâs not what you think.. i, we were talking?â her voice rises because it was so obviously not the truth.
he played dumb but he knew she was lying and his lips turned in a frown but as the record dropped to the ground he didnât have a chance to react before a crunch under his foot as he steps on it. he didnât fear emotions it was obvious as tears began to prick at his eyes he thought back he had treated her right, he was never late to dates and he always brought her flowers - he spoke sweet nothing in french and rubbed her back but now he questioned what he could have done better. âwhy?â he asks and its hurt written in spades over his face âwhy not just leave me why, what did i do to deserve this?âÂ
a cigarette dangled in his mouth one from the pack he had gotten from the gas station that never checked the age, he was running later and he had a valid excuse in his hand he held a record he brought for sienna a gift just because. arriving he tucks the cigarette behind his ear âsiennaâ he calls out pushing his way around, a frown only deepening the longer he waits to find her. as he pushes the final door open he wants to leave but instead he is staring âsienna?â and he feels stupid the record still protectively close to his chest.
well well well we meet again this is basil like the herb, or baz for short my sweet pea with a heart of gold here we gooo
- ÌÌ * ( dacre montgomery + cismale + he/him ) have you seen ( basil âbazâ lexington ) walking around campus ? they are a ( twenty two ) year old ( junior ) studying ( english ). we hear they are a ( social chair ) in ( upsilon nu alpha ), and can be ( comedic & naive ), maybe itâs because they are a ( cancer ). they sort of remind us of ( texts at three am, kissing in the rain, laughter filling an empty room ), maybe we can find out more ! * ÌÌ-
ighty fucking meme lord, believer in aliens and ghosts, plays the stupid card, heart of gold - memerÂ
basil is from france he has a french accent but its super noticeable at times vs other times, he speaks french, spanish, dutch and german also english duh and studying spanish more on why he knows so many in a sec
( tw ; plane accident & death ) left france with his dad after his mom died they were both super in love and like always busy bc his dad was a surgeon and his mom a translator, she died one day by plane accident and he will NEVER talk about it
his dad met a woman online and they moved to america and lived with her before they got married and had his two younger half sisters, to honor his mom his dad made sure basil knew multiple languages and was really into reading and the written arts
so he went to a private school where he kept to himself and people made fun of his accent and he tried his fcking best !! in highschool he went to a public school and started to play the comic card
his grades never suffered but he played dumb hardcore to like seem ânormalâ college was an obvious? enrolling for english and a focus of creative writing yet he also is involved in sportsÂ
he is on track, soccer, & football and is more antalytic about the game and shit like he enjoys that side of it
is bi but like hasnât come to terms fully with it is afraid to be made fun of again sort of thing, so he keeps it on the dlÂ
will believe whatever you tell him like i promise you no jokes will
hopes for the best for everyone and tries to makethe best out of every situation
talks about the one time he broke his arms a lot because his bike did a backflip
doesnât drink or get high really just smokes a lot of cigarettes
