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@bennettnewman
“With a buddy? I mean..I guess I can call your apartment my new favorite vacation spot, as long as you drop that buddy shit and ditch the cowboy hat.”
“..What cowboy hat? But yeah, you’re welcome to chill whenever. I’ve been downloading a bunch of new movies. Luckily, the cable people haven’t noticed yet.”
“Since the semester is pretty much over I need to plan something exciting, because staying around this shit hole is not happening.”
"Hey, you're welcome to come over anytime. Laying around watching TV all day is pretty exciting, but it'd be even better with a buddy."
well.. this is goodbye, i guess. it’s been fun, really, and im truly going to miss the plots i had going in this group. if any of you want to keep in contact, i have skype (hollynrl) and kik (frogjail). thanks for the experience, and i hope to run into you guys again sometime in the future. see ya.
She was lying down on her bed, scrolling aimlessly through her phone, looking at the zine. Though she hated, she always checked it, out of fear that she was next. When she saw her name at the top, next to ‘EXPOSED’ her heart raced. Nononononono. This couldn’t be happening, she though. But there it was. And as she clamped a hand to her mouth and read through the post, she realized that they had revealed everything. Not just that she was sick, but dying.
Angry and upset, she tossed her phone on the bed and stood up, arms crossed. She bit her lip, hard. Who the hell would want to ruin her life like this? She was supposed to get about a year to figure things out and live life to the fullest. Now, she wasn’t Sloane Larson anymore. She was the cancer patient. The sick girl. And it made her so, so angry.
She sat down again, her head in her hands. Her whole body was shaking, and she could feel heat radiating up inside her. When she heard a footstep entering her room, she turned away from the figure. “Just go away,” She shook her head, trying not to cry. “Whoever you are, just please, please, go away. I don’t need your pity.”
Bennett cautiously took a step into Sloane's room, stopping when he heard her voice her requests. He dropped his head, eyes glued to the ground, leaning his body against the frame of her door.
He was clueless on what to say, or even how to feel. Of course, the dominant emotion coursing through him was pity, but underneath it there was a lot of confusion. Why did she keep it from him? On the way over, he had been racking his brain, trying to understand why she would hide it. He figured it would be easier to just ask her, but that was proving to be false.
"I'm not here to pity you," he answered softly, eyes roaming back up to look at her. "I just wanna talk."
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Alyssa: I need you to pick a color
Alyssa: lavender, silver, pink, teal, or brown
Bennett: What for?
Bennett: Whatever it is I would go teal
aesthetic → rllyviolet
@LikeANewman: Girls night out @violetfin
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@conye_west: 🔬🚵
“Lend me your ears and I’ll sing you a song, and I’ll try not to sing out of key.”
bennettnewman + aesthetics
aesthetic → bennett newman
Violet couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Bennett’s face when she sat down next to him. “I was going to keep it anyways, but thanks for your permission.” She stated boldly leaning her head against his shoulder as her eyes peered up at him, watching as his gazed focus on the coffee table. “If you’re done drooling all over that coffee table, could you at least tell me what you ordered us?” Violet asked jokingly as she squeezed his arm, hoping to help him loosen up a bit.
“Oh! Yeah,” Bennett responded, her words breaking him from his trance. “I uh, got pizza. I remember you said you liked pineapple.” He shrugged a shoulder casually, turning to look at her with a grin. “I don’t really, so I got half and half.” After a moment, his eyes widened as he remembered something, and he gestured to a closed cabinet sitting by his television. “I, um, have a lotta movies, if you wanted to watch something.”
“There goes another text from a boy named Bill. I’m being harassed into joining his study group. What’s a polite way to tell him he looks like Hannibal Lecter and I fear he’ll harvest my organs?”
“Just tell him that. It’s kinda rude, but at least you’ll get the point across.”
Don't spill all the pizza rolls next time, dummy. And maybe you were right, going to that masquerade might have been a good thing.
I’m always right, Audrey. Also, I still think setting 20 alarms is a very good idea.
Seriously, though. Have you ever seen 16 Candles? You look JUST like John Cusack in 16 Candles
It’s either him or Elvis. I dunno, I’m gonna say Connor?
How are you so tall and so afraid of spiders, Newman? Next time decent Chinese food is required.
Sorry, Alyssa. I don’t even know how long that Chinese food was in there.
Leave a note in my muse’s askbox
and my muse will have to guess who left the note.
As Violet found her way into his bedroom she couldn’t help but smile at the small piles of clutter that surrounded his nightstands and dresser. She grazed her finger tips over some of the items as she slowly found her way into his bathroom. Instantly she groaned at her reflection, running her hands through her tangled curls as she tried to make sense of the mess. Once she was as close to satisfied as she would ever get, Violet ripped off her restraining costume. She shrugged at the mess before reaching down and grabbing one of Bennett’s t-shirts and throwing it on. “Why haven’t I ever seen you wear this shirt before?” Violet questioned as she made her way out into the hall. “I like it.” She stated, flashing Bennett a smirk as she found her way onto the couch.
Bennett had just sent in the pizza order and flipped on the TV when Violet came around the corner and plopped down on the couch next to him. He turned to ask her what she wanted to watch, but no words came out, mouth hanging agape. Seeing her in his shirt made him feel something he couldn't quite describe. He averted his eyes quickly, trying to ignore the thumping in his chest. "It's too small for me," he replied, looking down at the coffee table. "You can keep it, if you want."
