The Bright Sessions
#extradirty
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Today's Document
No title available
YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
@theartofmadeline
The Bowery Presents
todays bird
occasionally subtle
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
NASA
shark vs the universe
izzy's playlists!
Color Me Curious
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PR's Tumblrdome
bliss lane
seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Italy
seen from United States
seen from Philippines
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
seen from Switzerland
seen from Germany
seen from Kenya
seen from Iraq
seen from Germany
seen from Peru
seen from Malaysia
seen from Ecuador
@brettfalcoln
➸ LIPS OF AN ANGEL | HINDER
❝Well, my girl's in the next room. Sometimes I wish she was you. I guess we never really moved on. It's really good to hear your voice, saying my name. It sounds so sweet. Coming from the lips of an angel. Hearing those words... it makes me weak.❞
@brett_falcoln: monumental...
you don't know her like i do ➟ emily & brett.
"Aw, well I’m very sorry for your ego, Brett. I can’t lie to you, though, you’re my friend," Emily stated with a giggle, holding onto the boy’s arm as they got out of the bar. It had been a while since she had gotten drunk, and although she had never been a light weight, it was rare that she got wasted so quickly. However, she tended to loosen up a little bit more when she was around her raven-haired friend, so that might have been why. Anyhow, the brunette was too busy walking outside and getting distracted by everything around her to bother thinking too much about that. Smiling as the boy handed her a cigarette, Emily put the tip of it in her mouth and inhaled as Brett lit it up. Letting out a small chuckle, she brought it away from her mouth and leaned against the brick wall, grinning at the boy standing in front of her. "Don’t put it all on you. I always smoke when I’m drunk," she added, shaking her head as she looked into the boy’s eyes. Really, it was probably one of the only unhealthy habits that the girl had. In fact, it might have been because of Brett that it started out, but as her memory wasn’t exactly clear, she preferred not to put the blame on him. It wasn’t exactly like she minded it much, anyway. Maybe her dark-haired friend was a bad influence on her, though, and that night didn’t seem to be an exception. Blushing at the boy’s words, Emily pushed a stray strand from her hair away from her face, letting out a small giggle as she shook her head once more. "Brett, no," she spoke almost quietly, looking down at the ground as she tried to ignore what was going on. After all, she was drunk, but she wasn’t all that stupid. She couldn’t do that, she simply couldn’t. No, she couldn’t. And that was why she did absolutely nothing to stop him from kissing her, even moving her own lips closer to his. "We shouldn’t," she whispered, her face only centimeters away from Brett’s, and her eyes fixated on his.
"I'm giving you a scapegoat, babe. When your mam asks you why the hell you have lung cancer, you can say 'it wasn't my fault, Brett forced me to start smoking'. Saves your mam from going crazy over the thought of raising you badly," Brett joked, taking another drag of his cigarette. He smoked pretty often, something that his mother reprimanded him for. He didn't mean to make his mom feel that way, but it was something that he did to ease his anxiety. Life was fucking hard and he didn't know any other way to take his mind off his problems. Carpe diem, he always told his mother. As he stood mere inches away from Emily, Brett fixed his eyes on hers. His brown eyes compared nothing to the bright blue hues of hers. Perhaps it was the alcohol speaking, but he never remembered seeing such a breathtaking person standing before him. Emily Fleming embodied his perfect woman and in that moment, he was slightly jealous that Efrem had realized that before he had. Brett's relationship problems were pushed back in his mind as he stood before the light haired girl. He knew that he had to have her. And luckily, he knew how to work his women. Speak sycophantic words just to lure them to bed with him. It was something he did often while he was in high school, before he had met Alexis. "I know, baby. Just let me kiss you," he whispered, knowing very well there was no way he could stop at just one kiss. He snaked his arms around her waist, their similarity in height making the encounter more comfortable. As he slowly leaned in, he pressed his lips lightly against hers, waiting for a reaction.
you don't know her like i do ➟ emily & brett.
Emily took one last shot as she listened to Brett talk, and she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand afterwards. Shaking her head, she licked her bottom lip for a second while moving a little bit so that she could hold herself up better. Any sense of balance she still had in her had left about five shots ago, and it was a mystery why she wasn’t stumbling everywhere. Well, not that big of a mystery considering how she was either holding on to her Brett or to the bar, but still. “Yeah, you’re right. They’ve been real downers lately… Boo,” she pouted as she spoke, her brow furrowed once more. “We’re cool, though, so it doesn’t matter,” she added after a moment, with a wide grin gracing her delicate features. Letting out a small noise of surprise as Brett grabbed her hand and stumbled out of the bar, Emily still went along with him willingly. The atmosphere of the bar had been quite stuffy, and fresh hair would definitely do her some good. “It smells like fried stuff everywhere around this city, idiot,” she laughed lightly as she leaned against the wall, hesitating for a moment before nodding when he asked her if she wanted a cigarette. The girl didn’t smoke that often, but it always made her feel a bit better when she was drunk, and she was too intoxicated to waste time thinking about the repercussions on her health. “I’m so drunk,” she mumbled after a while, giggling to herself as she looked down at her shoes.
"We'll always be cool, baby girl," he stated, working diligently to hold the two of them up and lead them out of the bar. "Ay, don't call me an idiot. It hurts my ego coming out of your pretty little self." He laughed, leaning against the wall while she did the same beside him. He took the box of Marlboros from his pocket, taking two cigarettes out and handing one of them to her. He grabbed his lighter from the other pocket, putting the stick between his lips and lighting it up. He lit hers up as well. He inhaled the smoke, took the cigarette out his mouth, and exhaled the smoke. The silence between them was relaxing and not in the slightest bit awkward. "I'm a terrible influence on you," he whispered, stubbing the cigarette out on the wall behind him and throwing the filter on the ground. "But I like this side of you." He stepped closer to her, his steps small and slightly crooked. Subconsciously, he knew it was wrong to hit on his best friend's girlfriend and his girlfriend's best friend, but any rational thoughts that he had had been thrown out the window with every shot he drank. "You look beautiful tonight... have I told you that? Efrem's a lucky guy," he told her, his face about a foot from hers. "You know, sometimes I wonder why I'm with Alexis and not you. You know we've always been close... we get along well. It's inevitable, babe," Brett murmured, inching his lips towards her. "Tell me you don't want to and I'll stop."
you don't know her like i do ➟ emily & brett.
Emily smiled at the bartender after she finished pouring their drinks, before grabbing one of the glasses and leaning against the bar so that she could look at Brett. Frowning slightly at his words, the girl quickly downed a shot in one go before clumsily reaching over to wrap an arm around the boy’s shoulders. “Aw, B, I,m sure that she doesn’t mean it! Like… She’s got a temper, yeah? And like… Like things have been so weird lately, with the moving in and all,” she stated a bit confusedly, trying to make her words gain more sense by accompanying them with various hand gestures. “But yeah, it’s probably nothing against like, you. It’s probably just like, the world in general, yeah? Don’t see what’s her problem with you drinking, though! You’re a great drunk,” she giggled as she reached over to press a kiss against Brett’s cheek, before moving away to down another shot. “Anyway, I’m glad to get out of there tonight too, man. Like, Efrem’s been so rude today, and Alexis’ been so weird, and blah. We’re the only sane ones! It’s very, very, very very weird,” Emily stated as seriously as she could, her brow scrunching up in concentration as she talked.
He let out a laugh as she took the drink and proceeded to uncomfortably hang over him. He could barely sit up straight as it was, so he now held the counter awkwardly, trying to support the weight of the two teenagers. He snaked his arm around her, grabbing the glass he still had yet to down. He took the drink, poured it down his throat, and almost fell trying to simultaneously complete multiple tasks. "She's a God damn brat is what she is," Brett stated confidently, locating his bit of strength he had left to get up off the bar stool. "I don't want to talk about them anymore. They're buzz kills. You wanna go outside and get some air? I could use a smoke break and it smells like throw up, which is making me want to puke." His words were jumbling together, colliding in all different directions. They were barely comprehensible to anyone but himself. He didn't give her the chance to respond before grabbing her hand and ungracefully stumbling out of the bar. "Smells nice out here," Bret drunkenly mumbled, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. "Want one?"
you don't know her like i do ➟ emily & brett.
"Another round of Patron," Brett called out, forcefully placing the shot on the bar. The dark haired boy had already lost track of the amount he and Emily had already consumed. It was certainly a lot. His credit card and well-being would no doubt regret it in the morning. "Thanks for agreeing to hang out with me, babe. I haven't felt so free in forever. Alexis gets mad when I drink when I'm mad, isn't that crazy? You don't understand the hell I'm put through when I'm around her. All she does is yell at me then she blames me for shit. But when I'm with you, it just seems so relaxed. Easy," he clarified, nodding at the bartender as the female poured more of the clear liquid into their cups. His surroundings were unclear, his vision getting fuzzier after every shot they took.
text messages ✉ alexis & whoever replies.
alexis: i went to the doctors and he said it's just stress, from moving and all. oh i'm sorry, i dunno. if you want we can do something tonight...
brett: i'm going out
text messages ✉ brett & emily.
emily: that's what's weird! like, what's up with them? why are they being so... jumpy? rude? idek but they're acting differently than usual... do you really think that it's because we all live together now?
emily: don't cha dare wink at me boy
emily: ugh now i have the pussycat dolls song stuck in my head
emily: thank you very much :(
brett: dunno. there's no point in asking cause lex isn't telling me.
brett: aye, you busy tonight?
brett: wanna go clubbing
text messages ✉ alexis & whoever replies.
alexis: i mean i get headaches what's so strange about that?? Sorry I didn't get drunk off my ass and become the life of the party i guess. what's to talk about?
brett: the fact that you're getting headaches frequently is strange. just a change in disposition, is all
text messages ✉ brett & emily.
emily: that's not true! don't be so dramatic, brett. the two of us aren't being all mean and awkward, are we? see, that's proof that i'm right. what are you even talking about, anyway? there's no other view in the kitchen!
emily: oh!
emily: you're dumb
brett: i think we're the only two NOT stepping on each other's toes right now... doesn't count
brett: ;)
text messages ✉ brett & emily.
emily: maybe, but it'd be really boring as well! here, it's impossible to be bored! like, whenever i don't know what to do, i can just go hang out with one of you guys.
emily: what are you even talking about, b? the view from the kitchen window's the worst one in the flat!
brett: you can't hang out with anyone without them snapping at your neck. ah babe, i wasn't talking about THAT view ;)
text messages ✉ alexis & whoever replies.
alexis: yes im alright, are you? i dont really think so..
brett: i'm not the one who's getting headaches all the time and you weren't drinking last night... you've been quiet too. that's not like you
text messages ✉ alexis & whoever replies.
alexis: your welcome. um i think so, i might stop at a pharmacy because I have been getting so many headaches.
brett: you okay? you've been so different lately
text messages ✉ brett & emily.
emily: ah, yes, good plan. i've personally never been such a fan of the whole ten fingers thing, after all, so it works out perfectly well. hey, no! don't say that! i like how we're all living together now :(
emily: well you must be a very sad man. ugh, fine. i guess you'll just have to watch me eat my poptart while you cry about your sucky tastebuds, then.
brett: but if we weren't living together, imagine how not awkward everything would be
brett: the view might compensate for my shitty tastebuds
text messages ✉ alexis & whoever replies.
alexis: umm sure, what kind?
brett: iced upside down caramel macchiato, thanks babe. you coming home after?
text messages ✉ alexis & whoever replies.
alexis: nothing really about to grab coffee, what about you?
brett: u wanna get me one?
text messages ✉ brett & emily.
emily: they better! do you think if we glare at them long enough they'll tell us what's up? 'cause i'm tired of everyone being so awkward :( like, remember the good old days when the four of us could just all poke each other without anyone getting mad? i think if anyone tried poking anyone right now a finger would get bitten off :/
emily: not a poptart kind of guy? everyone's a poptart kind of person, don't be ridiculous!
brett: ... yeah you go ahead and try it cause i like having 10 fingers. living together was probably a terrible idea, i think we're together too often and we're just secretly sick of one another
brett: nah trust me, definitely not a poptart person. i'd throw up after half of one. so why waste a perfect good poptart on a person who won't appreciate it?
