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You two are friends? I feel like I shouldn’t be surprised by this, but I am still. She’s like, wildly famous and you’re just a girl that does shitty movies with people like me, and dudes who look like frogs and shit. If anyone’s a nerd, it’s you. Didn’t you get in trouble for playing videos or something? Like, c’mon. What a baby. Perks of living on my own; no curfew and no parents to tell me what video games I can and cannot play, and when. Where are you at in the world, Chloe Grace? And why wasn’t I informed? Septum piercing, eh? I bet that’s pretty hot. Not much, just sorta’ fucking around. Started doing Allegiant shit. But nothing worth mentioning.

ctrlmoretz-blog

Oh, yeah--we’re great friends. She listens to my theories on aliens, and I listen to her talk about how she’s apart of the Illuminati. I’m half joking about that. I do great movies with people like you, and also with frogs. You always use that as an example for why I’m nerdy, but that was almost two years ago. I’ve grown since then--some might even say I’ve matured. I don’t have a curfew, and I only have one parent telling me what to do, so it’s not that tough on me. I was in Korea for a bit, but I’m back in California now, hell yeah. It looks pretty good on me, if I do say so myself. How’s filming going? Or are you not filming yet? Unless you’ve already filmed it and you mean promo stuff--oops.

#im laUGHIN I LOVE HIM SO MUCH #i just wish he would cut his mop rag he calls hair #c;

ms-moretz

@chloegmoretz ; yew me we •TAF• @hernameisbanks; insides on da outsides

#banks;#*#ft;#loOK AT HER SEPTUM SHES SO HOT FUCKAIN

rlyansel

I should be flattered, yet sort of curious as to why? Was it like, Teen Bop or whatever the fuck? I don’t necessarily choose to be in those magazines, but any fans are good fans, yeah? I shouldn’t complain that people like to have a life size wall poster of me; even if they are like, eight to thirteen years old. But back to the beginning— I’m flattered you sat there for that long and thought about me. Honestly, I’d get sick of me after the first few minutes. But here we are. I can usually get a few hidden messages, like this one. So, Chloe Grace, I miss you too. What’s your beautiful face been up to lately? Y’know, besides missing this chiseled hunk of man?

ctrlmoretz-blog

It could be because Selena and I have talked about you, so seeing her face on that shitty magazine reminded me of it. Any publicity is good publicity, especially if it’s only talking about something dumb like your hairline. There were a few moments there where I was thinking, “Damn, what a fuckin’ nerd.” Then I got back to the good thoughts and carried on for a bit. I’m in a foreign country, so that’s a fun time. I got a septum piercing. That’s basically all that’s happened so far in the life of Chloe. What’s been going on with you?

#ansel looks like a slice of bread compared to her #c;

Have you ever sat down and thought about someone for a second longer than you meant to, and then suddenly, without realizing it, they were on your mind for hours? That happened to me today in relation to you--all because I saw a fucking magazine. It was one of the ones that pre-teens read, yet we’re both in often, despite being legal adults. There was an article on the cover entitled, “You won’t believe who Selena gave her number to!” I was thinking, “Wow, that’s something I’m going to make fun of to Ansel for about twenty years,” but then I overthought it, started thinking about you for an obscene amount of hours, and here we are. All of this may come off as creepy. The more I talk, the more I realize my thought process isn’t cute in the slightest. I could have said, “I miss you,” and leave it at that, but you know me--always having to make sure you’re rolling your eyes into the back of your head due to boredom before I’m done.

#shes so hot i forgot #s;

navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: was almost speechless. It wasn't that he felt as if he had to watch what he said, but he wanted to. He didn't want to mess this up again, and while he felt like he was walking on egg shells, that was good for him. She made him watch what he said, what he did and overall he truly believed that she made him a better person. That wasn't easy and whatever this was obviously needed a lot of work, but right now he thought that taking it one day at a time was probably what was best for them. Their souls were constantly getting thrown together--- didn't that have to mean something? He was tired of ignoring the obvious, and it was time he started to allow himself to be happy. /Chloe/ made him happy. "You're not too shabby. I like to think I've taught you well," he grinned, dragging the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. "I don't think it was mean at all. I just think... with some things, you don't really realize that you miss them until they're right in front of you. When I wasn't around you all the time, I could pretend that I was happy or that it didn't really matter. But it did. And it still does. You still do and you always will. Whether you like it or not, you're always going to be a bit part of my life. Sorry."

Chloe: rolled her eyes at him, but didn't look down when she did, like she had a tendency to do. Right now, they were in a quiet little bubble. Eventually, they'd have to leave the boys hotel room, finish the project they started, and who knew what would happen after that? All Chloe knew was that she wanted to be around Ansel for a while without any drama. It was ironic, really, because they both hated having drama in their lives, but they were so utterly dramatic in their own relationship. At least in the past they were. That was one of the things the girl was hoping would change the more they explored each other again. "You didn't teach me shit." She whispered, cocking her head, her tone laced with sarcasm. Chloe looked at the alarm clock on the side of the bed, acknowledging silently that while it may be late, she'd never felt so awake. "My acting didn't do me justice the first time I saw you again. I felt like running away. I'm pretty sure there was a look of horror on my face at the first table reading. Being around you was so hard at first, but hey--" Chloe rubbed his arm. "Here we are now. Sharing music, and talking too much about deep shit. Just like old time, except...better."

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ms-moretz

New ‘The 5th Wave’ Still

navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: was nervous, but of course he wasn't about to let that show. Quite frankly he couldn't even remember why they had gotten on the topic of them sleeping together, but he was glad it happened. It was a long time coming, and he could already tell that it was a huge weight off of his shoulders. Though he was sure she'd kiss back, he was still relieved when he felt that the notion was reciprocated. With any attempt at putting yourself out there emotionally, Ansel was usually the one to pull back from that. It would save the both of them from any sort of pain or heartache, but right now, the only thing that would cause him any sort of heartache was not being close to her. Trying to scoot closer, Ansel attempted to deepen the kiss, a small noise emitting when her fingers move to his hair. He wasn't sure where this left them, what would happen or how far this would go. And the unsureness of it all left his stomach in coils. So why was it all still so exciting? Pulling back, Ansel left very little space between them, "I missed kissing you. Like, seriously kissing you." He mumbled, tracing his lips over hers, "Are you okay?"

Chloe: felt her hair sprawl out underneath her. Out of the corner of her one of her bright eyes, Chloe saw her blonde curls lay beneath her. She hadn't thought much about them hooking up for the past few months. She had no reason to, because she had no contact with him, so the girl didn't have to think about him until she was told she would be doing another project with him. After she was told that, Chloe felt anxious the first few readings of the script. She hadn't known what was in store for the two of them, but it was reassuring to know now that she had nothing to worry about. Pushing herself up on her elbow, Chloe was practically touching Ansel still after they'd stopped kissing. "I can't blame ya. I am a phenomenal kisser, after all." She flashed him a smile, laughing a bit. "I've missed it, too, though. So, to answer your question, I'm good. I don't think I realized I wanted to be doing this again with you until it was actually happening. Does that make any sense? Or is it another thing I say while attempting to be nice but it turns out being mean?"

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navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: shook his head, "That was completely unintentional. Tell anyone and I'll kick your ass." he said in a completely teasing tone, using his free hand to wag his finger a bit as if he were scolding her. He always wanted to listen to what she had to say, mostly because half the time she knew what she was talking about. She wasn't stupid, and quite frankly she was smarter than half the people she knew. She was knowledgeable and tough, and witty and kind... and Ansel found himself drowning in positive thoughts about her with the more seconds that passed. Taking a half beat to think about what to do, Ansel already knew. He let go of her hand and put one on each side of her neck, mentally thanking her for turning her body toward his so this wouldn't have to be such an uncomfortable position. He then leaned in and kissed her. He kissed her like he had all those times on set and off, though it had been a while and felt almost foreign again. After all, actions always did speak louder than words.

Chloe: shook her head, laughing up at him. "I'm gonna tell the world. I can see the headlines now. 'Ansel Elgort utters the one word he hates more than anything.'" Talking to him was easy. It was one of her favorite things to do, but sometimes talking felt overrated. She wasn't about to tell him she thought that, because it sounded like a bad line from a shitty Lifetime movie. She felt his hand fall from her grasp, which made Chloe think that was the answer to what she was silently asking. But then, she felt his hands move upward towards the base of her neck, which hadn't happened for months. The blonde kissed him back immediately, although it felt new again. One of her hands sat in her lap while the other moved to the back of Ansel's head, with the feeling of his short, dark hair under her fingertips.

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navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: couldn't help but roll his eyes. He didn't exactly now was the best time to be throwing in cheesy quotes that she had skimmed across on Twitter or whatever the fuck social media site she was on at the time, even if it was fitting. A small sigh of content falls from his lips as he feels her reacting positively to the move had made in terms of him putting his hand on top of hers. He felt almost at peace, despite their current topic of discussion. "Don't blame it all on yourself, that's not cool. Or not 'chill'." He says, mocking her ever so present vocabulary in high hopes to lighten the mood even just a little bit. "I was just --- I didn't want to risk like, our friendship? We have such a good dynamic, y'know? But then there are the days where I can't look at you and be like, 'Yeah, I want to be just friends with this girl. Who cares how attracted to her you are'. It's kinda' backwards and fucked up, but then again, so are we."

Chloe: laughed at the use of the word she loved so much. "I'd like to point out that you said chill earlier when referring to what we were gonna do. I'm never gonna forget that happened." She shifted slightly, turning to face Ansel as opposed to sitting side by side, blurting out their feelings. "Our dynamic has never been clear to anyone but us, I think. Which means this thing happening," she paused to gesture between her and Ansel with her free hand. "whatever it may be, it doesn't have to be anything. No one would know that anything had happened except us, if that's what you want. Just say the word, and I can pull away my hand, stop thinking about kissing you, and go back to calling you 'pal' right after I insult your existence." Chloe half-smiled. The ball was in his court now, which was fine by her as long as he knew what she was thinking.

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navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: furrowed his brow, pursing his lips together to form a straight and tight line. Again, his jaw slacked as if he was about to say something but ultimately decided it was best just to let her finish what she had to say. He regretted picking such upbeat songs, but the second song, It's Alright, seemed almost painfully fitting both in lyrics and in tone. Feeling almost bold, Ansel let his eyes wander until he saw where her hands were and placed his on top of hers, "I didn't mean for my silence to be an answer to a question that was never asked." He let out a small sigh, nostrils flaring almost. They both had the quality where they'd wait for the other to make the first move, but when neither did they were let down. "I really liked you-- but I wasn't stupid, you always talk about not dating co-stars. I was just following the rules."

Chloe: allowed her eyes to scan his face for any signs of discomfort or anger. She knew him, and she knew he had a short temper. Although Chloe loved messing with him until he told her to fuck off, right now she wanted to talk this all out and possibly come to a conclusion as to why it was such a bad thing to talk about it. "Not getting a message is also a message. That was another bad quote that I couldn't resist throwing out there." Her eyes moved from Ansel's face to his hand on top of hers. She moved her thumb back and forth slowly so it grazed his large palm. "I think you were the exception, which you would have known if I had told you that. That shit is all on me. You were just doing what you thought I wanted you to do."

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navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: chuckled, settling into his spot on the bed, crossing his ankles, "I don't think anyone wants to know what actually happened on that set." He was obviously joking, but he didn't know how she'd take it. She was a strong girl, but sometimes the dumb shit he said got to her when he never intended for it. Admittedly, he was a bit taken aback by her answer. Furrowing his brow, he parted his lips to speak but didn't, knowing it'd be better to think this one out, "You miss hanging out with me because of what happened...?" His words trailed off until it eventually was inflicted and came out sounding like a question, "Do you think about that a lot?" He asks softly, no sense of sarcasm in his voice whatsoever.

Chloe: nudged him gently, smiling up at him. "I can just imagine what they'd be thinking. Nothing that would get us more projects together, that's for sure." The faster his question formed, the more tempted she was to interrupt him to say that she worded it wrong. "I miss hanging out with you in general, but since we hooked up, things have been weird. I miss the normalcy." Chloe picked at a loose thread on her pants, shrugging yet again. The music that played as background noise felt louder as the two of them grew quiet for a few seconds. "I don't think about it as much as I used to. I was just really confused after it all happened. I had no idea where we stood. Then we kinda didn't talk until a few weeks ago. Not talking for so long answered where we stood, you know?" She stretched backwards, but moved forward so her elbows rested on her knees. "I'm sorry if I'm bringing this all on you. It's weird of me. I can stop, if it's too much for you."

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navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: nodded at her comments, knowing exactly where she was coming from. No one really understood their relationship except for them, and half the time even they didn't understand it. Friends didn't sleep with each other, or maybe they did on occasion and then pretended like it never happened, he didn't know. "They'll never understand how we work," he said with a small shrug, rummaging around his room so he could find his AUX chord and hook it up to his computer, "They probably think we're these huge fucking divas who can't stand working with each other, yet here we are on a Saturday night in my room." He grinned, hooking up the two devices and allowing the small playlist he made to start, "You're pretty diggable yourself, obviously." He laughed, sitting down next to her on the bed and leaning back on his hands. "Soo..." he trailed off obnoxiously, "Why'd you wanna' hang so bad?"

Chloe: bit her lip, releasing it soon after. "Maybe they think we learned to hate each other on the Carrie set, when in reality, it was basically the opposite." Keeping her eyes on him as he connected the two devices, the blonde smiled once his music began playing. If there was one thing the two could talk about for hours, it was music. Since they were so different, it was surprising that they had such similar tastes in music. Racking her brain for a reason--or something witty to say, she didn't know which, Chloe shrugged. "It sounds bad to say I've missed hanging out with you since we filmed Carrie, because it brings back, y'know...memories you and I work hard to avoid talking about, but that's why, basically. Hangin' out with you is always fun no matter what we're doing."

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ms-moretz

Chloe Moretz and Ansel Elgort on the set of ‘November Criminals’ [April 7th, 2015]

#she looks so cute how #*#poopie penis;#fuck #november criminals;

navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: continued to grow impatient. He didn't know when he'd learn the virtue, but goddamn, he hoped it was soon. Ever since he was little, when he wanted something he wanted it right away. Currently, he wanted Chloe's company and he wanted it right now. She was good company without a doubt and the two rarely ever missed a beat. If there was one thing that the both of them were better at than acting, it was pretending. But maybe the two went hand in hand. Knocks cause his ears to prick upward and he jumps to his feet, going to his rooms' door and opening it slowly, peaking his head out as if he wouldn't know who it was, "Chloe Grace Moretz, what a surprise! I'm sucha' big fan--- won't you come in?" His voice was light and he stepped aside, holding out his arm to signal it was okay for her to do so, "I set up a playlist on my phone and figured we could just... chill?" God, he sounded stupid. "We can sit on the bed?"

Chloe: rolled her eyes at his remarks, but a smile remained on her face. "Ansel Elgort? This is so shocking, I had no idea this was your room." She shrugged her shoulders, her voice as monotone as she could make it without cracking up. Walking inside, she nodded at him. "As long as I get to hang out with you, I'm cool with us doing whatever." She plopped down on the bed, tucking on of her legs underneath her. She felt the fabric of the Adidas pants she'd changed into moments before she left her room under her fingertips. "Sometimes I feel like we're being suffocated by everyone on set, you know? Like, if I say something snide to you on set and someone hears, they'll have no idea that you're loving every mean comment I have to offer." Taking a breath after saying so much to him, she grinned once more. "You made a playlist, though? That's cute. I can dig that, mostly because I dig your music tastes. And also you. You're pretty diggable, as if that's a word I didn't just make up for the sake of complimenting you."

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navy blue ✗ chansel

Ansel: was genuinely excited knowing that Chloe would be on her way over. He had been seeing her day in and day out for a while now, but there was always still a rush of excitement he got. There was always going to be a lot left unsaid between the two, but he never let that deteriorate from their obvious chemistry and the good time they had with each other. Tapping his foot aimlessly, the sad part was Ansel knew that Chloe was only a mere few feet away due to where they were placed within the hotel, so why wasn't she here yet? She was probably just trying to piss him off. Letting out a small huff, Ansel mentally tried to prepare himself for the night to come, as it was all still extremely unknown and unwritten.

Chloe: shut her bedroom door softly. Most of the cast and crew were trying to sleep, despite it being nearly eleven o'clock on a Saturday night. After a long day of filming, everyone deserved the sleep they were surely lacking. Chloe and Ansel both probably needed some sleep as well, based on how frequently they talked about how they never got any. Yet here she was, tracing her fingers along the paneling of the hotel walls on her way to Ansel's room. She tried not to think too much about anything that might be said or done in his hotel room tonight. They were practically best friends, despite all the bad history they had. They gave each other advice while simultaneously insulting one another. Traits like those made her /almost/ forget that anything ever went down with them in the first place. Gently knocking on his door, Chloe leaned her back against the large door frame, waiting for him to swing open that door with the grace that he severely lacked.

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text ✉️ bitch

Ansel: Probably, but I choose not to look at my Wiki page. I have been wearing sweatpants for like, 4 hours now so I really could not care less. Plus, spoiler, you never look like a mess. It was pretty stereotypical, I'm just surprised you said it to me-- knowing I am the last person to care about that. S'all good. What'd you want to do? Listen to some music or something?

Chloe: Sometimes I look at people's Wiki pages and laugh at the random shit it says. Sweats are cool, though. They're some of the most comfortable pants in the world besides Addias track pants. /Never/? I'm sure I do like, when I wake up or something. I know you don't care, but I felt it was fair to warn you so you don't scream in horror upon seeing me. Music is good. I've been dying to hear what you've been listening to lately, anyways. Music and talking is always fun.

#text;

text ✉️ bitch

Ansel: Hey, hoe.

Ansel: I'm always awake, I felt like that should've just been known. I would've appreciated the surprise, but I guess I can't be too pissed at the gesture. If you're liked to stop in, I've got no problem with that. Maybe it's just late, but I wouldn't mind see you.

Chloe: The fact that you never sleep is probably on your Wikipedia page. "Ansel Elgort, American actor and insomniac." Since I'm spoiling surprises as it is, I should probably tell you that I'm gonna be there soon, but I look like a mess. You'll mind seeing me once you see how my hair looks right now. That was such a stereotypical girl thing to say, which I'm all for acting like a girl, but I don't talk about my looks often. I'm being super discursive right now, my bad.

#text;

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