Once Upon A Time... @carriexchambers - Tumblr Blog

Parks and Rec Meme: 6/8 characters “It feels pretty good to have a bunch of little boys be super into me. That came out wrong.”

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#polaroids #I'll be doing tons of replies and getting caught up today woop woop #after breakfast and whatnot :)

messiiah :

After the sudden halt of the car it took a moment for Kaiser to scan the location making sure everything was perfect just as he had requested it, but before he could speak another word she was gone, out of the car once more and with a simple rolling of his eyes the man turned off the ignition of the car, now speaking to himself. “yay, we’re here.” following the release of his sigh he shook his head and exited the car, turning to face the boot of the vehicle only to notice the girl once again had vanished, the only indication of her voice being the door. Quickly chasing after the girl the man nodded once, “Sorry sorry! My old back can’t handle that much sitting, it needs time to adjust.” Cocking his head to the side a loud CRACK followed his voice as he freed up his muscles. “Here, I’ve got it.” One hand placed over the girls eyes while the other searched the depths of his pockets for the keys, sliding it into the door and unlocking the cabin’s front entrance. Leading the girl into the doorway Kaiser quickly scanned the surroundings and nodded once, “Perfect,” whispering to himself he released the girls gaze allowing the subtle lights of the cabin to be now exposed, the bonfire hoist visible in the back right from the front door alongside a large crystal clear lake, the bedroom, couch and kitchen all connected with a few pieces of antique furnishings in each, followed by a large pool table right at the core of the house, “Come on, let me give you a tour.” Taking the girls hand once more he lead them further into the house examining the kitchen, “Nothing too fancy here but don’t plan on using this much over the barbecue in the back,” Followed by the living room with the pullout couch and ending with the kling sized bedroom and bathroom, “This’ll be your room for the weekend, I couldn’t find a two bedroom place but I don’t mind the couch,” he nodded, his gaze shifting to the bathroom, “Why don’t you go freshen up, I’ll start some food in the back?” Just as he finished Kaiser exited the room and lead to the back, beginning to collect the wood needed for the first fire of the weekend.

There were few things Carrie was this excited about. Not to say that things didn’t excite her; it was quite the contrary actually. She instantly became giddy around ballgowns, fluffy puppies, and her mother after going too long without seeing her cherished face -- but this trip was different. It was an experience she had never been a part of with a person she cared about. Cared about. Wasn’t that the understatement of the year? As soon as her eyes were covered by his hands Carrie became overwhelmed with gratitude. God, was she lucky. Lucky for this friend of hers, right? She didn’t have enough time to dwell on her feelings - story of her life - because he had already revealed what was behind the door to her. Bare fingernails clenched her chest as the wind was knocked out of her. “So...much better’n I imagined...” she admitted, following him all the way through the house until their final destination at the door. ‘I don’t mind the couch’. At that statement her lips parted, ready to offer him the bed, but she knew better than that. Kaiser would refuse that Carrie slept on the couch and Carrie, well, she was still figuring out just where they fell on the spectrum of not together to committed relationship. Instead, her lips met once again to deny her brain from sending out any ideas she hadn’t thoroughly vetted. “Yeah, yeah, good idea. I’ll be here! Just, gettin’ fresh--er. Fresh.” Subtle. Carrie had her own agenda, an agenda that consisted of stepping into the bathroom and locking the door so that she could have privacy to prepare her surprise for Kaiser. Finding the pink Sharpie Carrie had packed in that mystery bag of hers, she pulled the top off with her teeth and hopped onto the counter to begin her own series of miniature letters to make up for lost time. A lack of information wasn’t the problem; however, a lack of space on the Post-Its was becoming one. After checking her watch nearly twenty times in the fifteen minutes she was writing the notes, Carrie finished her collection and moved onto actually freshening up. For Carrie, this meant changing into something more comfortable -- trading her ponytail for wavy locks that cascaded far past her shoulders, and a sweater for a white tank and open button-down flannel to go with her frayed shorts and Adidas. Yet, as she was ready to go through with her plan, fingertips grasping the door, her entire being was shaking. Suppose this wasn’t going to work? Suppose he laughed in her face and told her to grow up. Grow up. That was the one phrase Carrie had always waited for. The one phrase that played on loop in the back of her mind in an attempt to lessen the pain she’d feel if he ever uttered those words. It was her own insecurity shining through, or trying to due to their age difference. Had she been the stupid one, waiting around for some man who was at a completely different stage of his life? Possibly. Possibly.,but it was too late to go back now. So her fingers turned the knob, and her eyes strategically scanned for ways to maneuver Kaiser’s gaze. Etched in her finest script, note number one was placed on the desk in the living room: for all the letters you wrote that I never got. Number two, hinted on the previous Post-It with the arrow at the bottom: for all the summertime, lunch-break meals you brought. And number three led him to the chocolate box on the counter to it’s right to a note that read: for all the Valentine’s Days we never got. It was a series of recollections that they never had -- memories it took Carrie this long to realize that she wanted to make. Although the rhyming ended somewhere around note 16, they continued, mostly so that she would have enough time to prepare herself for the final note she had in her hand. The note she waited to present to him until he was led back outside, reading it aloud to say, “for all the times I made ‘n idiot outta myself in a car on a beautiful camping trip with one of the most wonderful people I know and never got to tell you to...” there wasn’t enough air to fill her lungs to make those final two words come out as anything more than a whisper, “--kiss me.”

#c: kaiser #bam dont match dis #i didnt reread it #so o well

messiiah :

During the move from Istanbul to Wilmington Kaiser hadn’t hoped for much, knowing that this was a COMPLETELY different world and had he come in with any hopes of ANYTHING he would have either failed horribly or left disappointingly. All in all, all he wanted was a fresh start and despite all he tried to achieve just that he found himself tied back to the burning hot suns of Turkey, but instead of being alone like he was accustomed to he was with the girl from his past. Through the corner of his eye had he spotted the girls fist his body quickly jerking off to the side, to ensure he actually wasn’t hit by ANY sudden impact the girl was going to have on him. “WHOA, no jokes about hitting the driver.” reaching with his dominant hand he grabbed a hold of the girls small fist and placed it in her lap, giving it one, then two pats before a wide smile spread over his lips. Out of all of the places they could have had this conversation Kaiser had brought it to their attention when they were in a car, locked away, stuck in the middle of a freeway car and at that moment he wanted to stab himself in the face, over and over again until he could magically take back the things he had told her. “Right. Sorry, i know I have NO right to be jealous but it feels weird to think about that, especially now that we’re back in each other’s lives.” Kaiser by the end of her monologue could feel his entire face begin to burn and swell as if he had been punched in it repeatedly to the point his blood had thickened and he could no longer sit properly, readjusting himself in the leather chair he nodded once, “She’s your best friend, of course she knows. And I’m sorry, for whatever happened to you in your past, I’m sure you didnt deserve it.” For the brief moment he could he turned to glance at the girl, giving her a reassuring smile while he had the time. Once again Kaiser desired the urge to stab himself a thousand in one times, she needed a MINT had she actually moved onto the point she had to lie about not wanting to kiss him, and as his heart sank deeper into his chest he wanted to turn around and drive her home, assuming she wanted this as much as she wanted the kiss she had received from Logan earlier. But instead he felt her head against his shoulder and he found himself in a state of bliss, his hand wrapping around her shoulder as his lips connected to the top of her head for a moment. Despite the unmutual feelings that were no longer apparent he couldn’t go back now, she was so excited earlier and he didn’t want to ruin this for her, so he pushed the thought aside of everything that had happened just moments ago.

It seemed as if time passed by faster than it ever had before while she was in Kaiser’s presence. The only thing that halted their straight shot to the camping location was Carrie’s need to stop and gather her necessities -- certain necessities she required him to stay in the car for. The same necessities she stuck in his trunk, all in one generic bag, in order to easily maneuver them out of when they reached their destination. The ride from there on out was smooth, such that Carrie found herself drifting off for most of it. Yet, her depth of sleep never reached quite far enough for the young woman not to wake up when the car rolled to it’s stop at a destination. “We’re heeere,” she yawned in the midst of her excitement, arms outstretching before she reached to unbuckle her seat-belt. Before he could pull his key out of the ignition, she pressed the button to pop the trunk, already racin to get her bag. Subtle. She couldn’t help herself. Carrie felt like a giddy child walking into his first candy store. Camping was a first for her -- an exciting event that should be treated with such enthusiasm. “Mmm, c’mon! You’re off like a herd of turtles, bubba,” the brunette was already skipping toward the entrance. “Should I close m’eyes? Make a big deal of this big reveal?” She asked, turning around and waggling her eyebrows before the back of her hand covered her mouth to hide the giggle she was afraid would turn into yet another yawn.

#c: kaiser #I DID #and its short #r u proud ??

text || renee

Renee: i was so high i tried to put on a condom for like 20 minutes until i realized i don't have a dick then i spent like half an hour looking for it i have a video and everything

Carrie: ...I'm so confused.

Carrie: Bub...by yourself? You video taped yourself? I mean...you know...BY yourself? You know...with the intention of doing things???

Carrie: Or were you with someone? OH! A special someone?! Reckon I dont see nothin wrong....wit a lil bump n grind ;)

Carrie: Ok. I'll stop. Please, details.

#text; renee

messiiah :

in modern times it seemed like basic ideas had become obsolete to the point where if you didn’t do something extravagant you were old fashioned or boring but for some reason the idea of camping suited their bill perfectly, and despite his nerves being at an all time high Kaiser saw the smile that presented itself over Carrie’s features and he couldn’t help but return one of his own, his body settling back into his seat. “Yeah? You’ve never been right? Or did you go in my absence?” he abruptly interrupted the girl as the thoughts of what he had planned came to mind, “I’ve got a lot planned so you don’t get bored of me though, most of it should be there for when we arrive.” His mind had set aflame at the endless possibilities of what could have taken place on their trip, but all in all he came to the same conclusion he wanted her to know truly how he felt for her, even if that meant putting himself out in the open to be shot at. “Are you talking about the respectable Sir. Francis Drake? I didn’t know he made music!! Better yet, I didn’t know you were into Elizabethan orchestra’s. What else are you hiding from me Carrie? Michael Jackson was ACTUALLY a basketball player,” With a smug smirk he shook his head, “of course I know who Drake is.” Leaning his head up against the girls palm for a single moment before quickly swatting it away, Kaiser only took a moment longer before he found his bottom lip gritted upon by his gorge like teeth. “I did,” the man chuckled out falsely as a single hand took its place off of the steering wheel and dried itself on his jeans, his gaze glancing at the road, the mirror and then his lap, finding every possible solution to look at while he avoided eye contact from the girl knowing had he looked at her for a single moment she would see right though him. “He kissed you? There had to be some lead up to it, did you like it? Do you think you’ll see him like again, in a different light maybe? I just don’t want you to hold back because i’m here now.” With a quaking voice he lifted his gaze, barely able to make eye contact with the girl before turning his attention back to the road, “Maanon doesn’t seem like she’d be big on any guy, but if she disproves of this one then there has to be a reason.” As the car came to a halt off of the highway at a red light he felt his heart break into a million pieces and his chest compressed inwards, “What if I kissed you?” he mouthed, his finger tips raising to the bottom of the girls chin, gaze locking intact for a moment longer.

Every day had been so hectic, Carrie felt as if she had been at it for so long that she was merely going through the motions than actually registering what she was doing. Sunday morning baguette pick-ups at the crack of dawn so Maanon would know that Carrie was thinking of her despite the gaps in time of which they saw each other. The Sunday night phone calls she made to her mother, promising that she was happy, working hard, and didn’t have time for...distractions. And yet, here was the biggest distraction of them all; unplanned, but desirable nonetheless. How Carrie hung onto every word he spoke, eager to free-fall into a reality that she felt was too good for her. “Ugh, why I oughta!” She grumbled, her brows knitting together as she raised what was she hoped to be a taunting fist for Kaiser taking advantage of her gullible nature. The playful air between them seemed to thicken as the topic of her neighbor surfaced. A finger hooked into the collar of her sweater, pulling at it lightly as if the air conditioning in the car weren’t quite doing it’s job all of a sudden. It wasn’t that Carrie didn’t know how to answer his barrage of questions -- it was just an uncomfortable subject to discuss with him. “Yeah--I mean, yeah, he kissed me. We were dancin’ ‘n talkin’ ‘n he saw the shop. Then he made it sound like he’s busier’n a moth ‘n a mitten with the ladies ‘round here, so when he realized I wasn’t one of ‘em ‘n we were talkin’ he went for it.” Carrie could only allow herself to steal a quick glance his way before continuing, eager to finish her explanation before he got a word in. “You’re not holdin’ me back from anythin’. I just think Maanon gets it -- me. I’ve done complicated. I’ve had my--” heart broken? She couldn’t say that. It was, well, more complicated than that. “Let’s just say if I wanted to run ‘round ‘n kiss strangers, I’d be in a different profession.” And just like that, Carrie’s poor, racing heart was denied a break when his fingers moved along her jaw. No. Okay. Sure. No! What would your mama say? What are you thinkin’ bout her for? You’re going to have a heart attack. You won’t even be able to answer because you’re actin’ like a 16 year old girl who’s havin’ minimal physical contact with someone she’s crushin’ on for the first time -- freakin’ out. Collect yourself. Open your mouth. Say logical words. “Mints! I can’t kiss anyone without havin’ a mint first, or so the fancy fashionista girls tell me. Can’t without mints...” her voice tapered off into a whisper before she turned her head toward the window, allowing herself a moment to squeeze her eyes shut and welcome the feeling of embarrassment. “Not that I don’t brush 3 times a day or anythin’! I’m very clean, almost too clean. Just ask my doc about my ears --” Carrie immediately brought her fingertips to her lips, silencing the train-wreck that was her series of ramblings. A small moan of personal defeat formed behind her lips before she brought her forehead to the man’s shoulder, attempting to hide her flushing cheeks from his gaze.

#c: kaiser

messiiah :

despite all the testimonies that made it clear their was an undefinable tension in between the pair of them he found himself at ease when he was around her, as if modern time’s and their stress didn’t have ANY impact on him, nothing about the shop, mortgages or even the car insurance mattered then, it was as if he had been transported back to a time of complete bliss. “no not a painting class,” the man chuckled out his head shaking from one side to the other as his gaze scanned her features before it stopped and perched onto the girls smile, the curves of her lips for a moment longer before returning to the road ahead of him. “are you really going to pester me our entire car ride until I come out and tell you where we’re going? because if so i will turn that radio up,” giving the girl a small smile in reverse, “Camping, there’s a nice place not too far from here. Well, it’s really not a camp site rather then a cabin, thought it would be a good place to just reconnect?” with his last few words Kaiser felt his heart drop, the car slightly gained in speed and he turned to the girl, “Drake? Who the bloody hell is that? I’d go for something real classic right now, like old school stuff, but I doubt you’d have that on your Blackberry thing,” releasing the wheel with one hand he ran his fingers through his brown locks, pushing the silky hair away from his eyes, before reaching over with the same hand just moments later to ran his fingers over the girls. sliding his hand into hers once again, his fingers laced them together, not thinking much of the action he had just performed. “I know this is probably a horrible place to start talking about this, but i need to know, I heard some guy, your neighbor or something. He kissed you? Is there, you know, anything there? I don’t want to invade just because i’m holding onto some old memories…”

Carrie blew out an exasperated sigh as he refused her efforts, leaning back against the seat in with no more tricks up her sleeve. Just before she could admit defeat, there it was. Camping. The last time she went camping was when she was 6 years old and her brothers helped her make a blanket tent in their living room -- only to trap her inside of it. So, really, the last time she had gone camping was never. “I like that idea,” she thought out loud. The more it ran through her head, the more she agreed with the plan. God, it was unreal that any guy was capable of planning something like that, let alone a guy who looked like Kaiser. How badly Carrie wanted to reach out her hand and let it travel along his broad shoulders just to be sure that he was, in fact, real. If he didn’t keep talking, she was certain that her eyes would be stuck on him like glue as she thought about how grateful she was to have people like him in her life. To have him in her life. “You don’t know who Drake is?” Carrie’s palm found her forehead as there was no need to hide her astonishment. “Of course, classics. On m’Galaxy thing, y’old man.” The girl reached up to pat the side of his face with a sympathetic, “aww,” lowering her hand to search for the one Frank Sinatra song her biological big brother made her swear by: The Way You Look Tonight. There wasn’t enough time between his hand holding hers and the new sparked conversation for Carrie to feel at ease from that subtle physical interaction. “Y’heard ‘bout that?” She asked, arching a brow. “Well, yeah, he kissed me. We went to this big ‘ol masquerade party ‘n met there. Then...” Carrie shrugged her shoulders, not quite sure how else to say ‘he kissed me’. “ He’s a real nice fella, you’d like him. We ‘aven’t hung out since but I ‘reckon we’re friends -- Maanon ain’t a big fan of him, though.”

#c: kaiser

lucathedoctor :

“Well I suppose I could, though let’s not call it a date, that’s pretty frowned upon.” He wrote a note down. “I would say lay off a bit. The insides of your ears are quite red. You really shouldn’t be using them at all to be honest. But if it’s a compulsion just don’t insert it so deep.”

“ ‘Reckon I won’t call it a dang thing,” Carrie promised with an affirmative nod. “Oh brother. No compulsion here so I’ll take your advice and give the Q-tips a break. --Speakin’ of breaks, when can I expect y’over? Or do y’hot shot doctors only get an off day once every 4 years or somethin’?”

#c: luca

messiiah :

without the roaring engine filling the space around him, there was a sudden feeling of emptiness as if he was stranded in the middle of no where, completely hopeless just waiting for his death to come in slow and painful ways. Gripping his phone for anything to happen he stared at the BRIGHT LCD screen, hoping for a response he had planned for, or really any response at this point and just as he found one a wide grin formed over his lips, the white screen suddenly failing into a black one. Now using it as a mirror Walker left his phone in his recessive hand while his dominant raked through his long locks, gripping to the tips in hopes of overwhelming away the pain that pierced in his mind and just as he let go, darkness took over him with his eye’s shutting, reminiscing of his time with Carrie the other day, but to his prevail it was cut short as a loud HONK appeared behind him, his gaze shooting open and his neck spinning behind him to see a smaller vehicle sitting closely behind him, “bloody hell, the man tossed out his hand landing on the wheel once more as he inched the car closer to the driver. Widening his eyes a chuckle left his lips, this was what she had done to him, distracted him to such extremes that he didn’t even know what he was doing. Moments past and the constant tick tick tick had begun to drive him insane, it wasn’t until moments later had he felt the presence of the girl next to him, her delicate scent lightening up the bland leather of the muscle car. “sorry sorry, what can I say? I’m hard to shake off,” one side of his lips arched up while he leaned over the center piece his hand wrapping around her shoulder before he inched back, resisting all urges of wanting to connect his lips with her, which just the thought of was driving him mad. “Don’t worry, it’s really going to be great, something that we both need I think.” WIth another nod the man turned to face the road, his hands gripping onto the steering wheel as the roaring of the engine took off once more, the vehicle flying through the roads, “But here’s a hint, the beautiful weather will definitely compliment it all.” gifting the girl a smile the man turned his gaze to the girl, “sorry about this by the way, I should have called you ahead of time and asked but, i don’t know it’s hard to think we’ve been apart for so long, and in a completely different world, apart of me thinks it’s all the same still, sneaking around your grandmother and all,”

There was warm sensation finding it’s way to Carrie’s cheeks as he inched closer to her, anticipating, well,she didn’t know what she was waiting for. Her hand reached to pat his, only for a moment, before she dropped it into her lap. It had never felt more useless than resting there. “Hmm,” she hummed, folding her legs up into the seat, drumming her fingers along one of her knees as the possibilities ran through her head. “A painting class? Outside! No, I ain’t seen y’paint a day in your life. -- Hikin’! Oh, are we goin’ hikin’?!” Biting her lower lip, Carrie’s hand connected with Kaiser’s arm twice, her playful nature unable to be contained at the idea. “Oh, but you’re probably sick of hikin’.” She groaned before sorting through the bag for a red candy bear to bite into, ready to guess again before she heard the next series of words to leave his lips. “It’s nothin’ to apologize for, really,” without thinking, Carrie’s hand made use of itself to reach for his, but this time she didn’t pull away quite as fast. Her thumb rubbed along the top of his hand, the contrast of textures and sizes coming together after so long still hadn’t settled with her. And, it still wouldn’t as she slipped her hand away from his to fiddle with the radio. “What are y’listenin’ to now anyways, hm?” She asked softly, throwing him a small smile. “Hardcore rock ‘n roll? Drake? I’ve got Views on m’phone.” Carrie nodded, a teasing wink signifying her lack of seriousness about his assumed love for the Canadian rapper.

#c: kaiser #like that lil wink there?

@messiiah

“I don’t-- I’ll call y’later, promise! Promise. Yeah.--Yeah, I know your rules,” Carrie sighed, stopping in her tracks, rolling her shoulders back, and putting on her best French accent to miror the girl on the other side of the phone. “Be safe. If yew forget your-a brush, put all uv your-a hair een a ponytail - tres chic tres sleek. And, mon dieu, do not leave zee apartment without zee meents! ” Although Carrie rolled her eyes at the end of her monologue, there was a smile resulting from how much she missed the caring routine. “I’ll see y’later, ‘kay?” One swift press of the end call button later, Carrie stuffed her phone into her pocket and heeded the laws of hanging out with another gender. Her fingers raked through her hair, strategically pulling it back into a high ponytail with a black hair tie. Altoids were thrown into her bag on top of perfume, lotion, and gummy bears that would soon be re-assigned to the top of her bag for easy access. “What else am I missin’?” An impossible question to answer, really. She had no idea where she was goin; therefore, she had no idea what she needed. Were her grey over-sized sweater and frayed denim shorts with adidas - a hypocritical outfit pairing - the right choice for whatever this weekend trip would consist of? These weren’t even the questions she should be asking. What about, where did she stand with Walker? They had a good night eating wings, painting perfect portraits of their lives without one another while skirting around the reality of how hard it was to adapt to the hand they were dealt. Then again, Carrie could only speak for herself. Here he was inviting her out as if they could just pick up where they left off but -- as friends. Right? Right. She could do that. “I can be cool.” She told herself as she slung her backpack over her shoulders, encouraging the reflection in front of her. “Cool girl Carrie. Calm Carrie. Collected Carrie. ‘She looks great on y’arm, Walker’ - Carrie.” With a playful scoff and wave of her hand at the reflection as she acted out the scene, Carrie felt as if she could do this. Be, uncomplicated. Return to the ordinary expectations of her life. And so she blinked away the fleeting idea of possibility and headed out the door, locking it behind her before she bounded down the steps into the fresh air. “Ugh, you again,” despite the groan and eye-roll as she slipped into the passenger side of Walker’s car, she was excited to see him. That was why she wasted no time buckling up and adjusting her seat comfortably before reaching to take the gummies out of her bag and turning toward him. “So, how’ve y’been? How’s the job? Where’re we goin’? Weather’s beautiful, hm?” She attempted to work the only important question into the collection, offering him some of her candy in an attempt to soften the man up.

#c: walker #I dont know why I do this #honestly #the next reply from me will be half this size #dare me #double dare me so I have to do it please

lcganmcrriscn-deactivated201712

Logan goes to the Ball

lcganmcrriscn-deactivated201712

Logan smiled at her response. He had no idea if he would see her again but hoped he would. She was different and he craved different. Logan had forgotten a long time ago how to love but he knew special when he saw it. She was special and he knew that already. She was also dangerous. She scared the hell of him. She got him to open up quicker than any other woman had in a long time. This was not how Logan played this game. Also, he wasn’t even trying to sleep with her tonight. What was she doing to him? Would he survive her?

“Come on gorgeous, I’ll get you home and I would never think of intruding on your sleep time.” Logan put his arm around his new friend and they walked out of her shop and towards Logan’s truck. He helped her into the passenger seat and then drove her home. When they got to her place, he walked her to the door and hugged her again. “I really had a great time with you tonight. I wasn’t expecting tonight to turn out the way it did. I’m glad it did though.”

carriexchambers

How Carrie loved trucks. What roomy creations. She could just fold her legs up into the chair, readjust the seat back and watch as the night lights blurred around her -- and she did just that as Logan drove. There wasn’t much that needed to be said. There was no need for pointless conversation to fill the silence between them because it wasn’t an uncomfortable drive home. It was as if she were driving with one of her friends after any other outing -- familiar.

And she didn’t feel the urge to talk until they had reached her door and she felt his arms around her. “Mhm,” she hummed against him before her arms dropped from his embrace. “I didn’t have high expectations for tonight either, but it was...fun.” Carrie admitted with a grin, leaning back to rest against her door. “Well, ‘reckon this is me,” the girl thumbed toward the door behind her. Obviously. And her fingers fished in her purse for the collection of keys she refused to organize. “Maybe we can do somethin’ where we’re a lil’ less gussied up next time,” but as her key opened her door, and her hair swung behind her ever so slightly when she pushed said door open, she contemplated the words that had left her lips. “Assumin’ you weren’t tired o’ me already,” Carrie added over her shoulder, readily slipping out of her shoes before her lips pulled at the corners to flash him one last smile. “ ‘Night, Logan.”

#c: logan

alaska-kelly

“You can’t POSSIBLY believe that you can beat me at a game of pool.”

carriexchambers

“Y’can’t POSSIBLY believe that I’m just gon’ sit here ‘n let y’talk that trash ‘n not give ya a run for your money. C’mon, break it lil’ lady. Let’s get this game rollin’.”

#c: harper #what a beauuuuutiful fc change wowowow #I forgot about Twisted #and I am so horrible at pool #my freshman year taught me NOTHING #so...forgive me for that haha

sadielen :

“Shit, I’m sorry.” The brunette couldn’t have felt any more flustered as she picked up the dusty copy of Moby Dick that she had oh-so gracefully dropped on an innocent customer’s foot. Reminding herself never to get a job ever again, she hastily sprung open the cash register. “First day. As if you couldn’t tell.” She chuckled to herself as she counted out change in her palm, handing it to the poor soul who was now rapidly becoming the direct victim of Sadie’s clumsiness.

“Hell’s bells!” A yelp left the girl’s bare lips as the thick book collided with her nearly bare foot apart from her flip-flop. “First day. Right. Nerves ‘n all, eh? I should’ve moved anyways -- I’m slower’n a Sunday afternoon,” Carrie admitted before collecting her change. “But y’know, I think I could find it ‘n m’heart to forgive y’if there’s a good nail salon ‘round here that y’know ‘bout?”

#c: sadie #ugh how is sadie THIS cute??

honeybeed

‘ so…. there was a cat that followed me from the bus stop to my apartment. when i opened the door, it ran inside…. so i guess i have a cat, now. you don’t recognize this little guy, do you ?? ’ she questions, holding out a photo of the kitten on her phone.

carriexchambers

Carrie leaned forward to take a better look at the kitten -- a dramatic eye-squint tied into an action that really wasn’t required because she didn’t have a kitten nor did she have any friends who had kittens. “ ‘Reckon I ain’t seen that lil’ fella in my life but boy is he one cute lil’ thing!” The brunette squealed as her hands found either side of her face. “Are y’gonna keep ‘im? ‘N name ‘im? Oh! Lemme hear what you’ve got in the thinkin’ tank.”

#c: lil #not trash plzzzz