Young Volcanoes

Drew Greene. 23. Actor-- kinda. Born and raised in Ashfield. I'm not clever. I have money. I'm hot. You know all that important shit.

[fcknmadison-blog]

Madison had been in the living room for a good hour, watching whatever looked good on Netflix. All ready for bed, in pajamas, hair up, everything. The girl wasn’t expecting any company, only her roommate. Hearing the fast knocking on the door alarmed her, causing her to jump slightly in her spot. She got up from where she was sitting to go to the door, looking through the peephole of her front door. Confused, she opened the door to find her ex-boyfriend standing outside, not looking like his usual self. “Drew? What are you doing here? You could have, y’know, texted me to give me a heads up you were stopping by…” She trailed off, leaning against the door frame, looking up at him.

[drewgreene-blog1]

Drew's lips curled into a grin. His eyes traced her silhouette. He was certain she'd never looked more beautiful. Not even on him. This had always been her best look, when she completely natural and in her element. “Wow...”  The word simply toppled from his lips without his permission. To be fair, he didn't have much control over things in the moment. “I wanted to see you,” he said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I missed you, Mads.” He stepped forward, leaving plenty space between them-- but enough to get his point across.

[drewgreene-blog1]

He shouldn't be driving. He shouldn't be doing anything but he is. He shouldn't be outside her apartment, but he is. He's high as a kite-- and then some. The last twenty-four hours, he's been on a bender. He needs her. He needs his best friend-- the girl he still loves. Even if he knows the feelings are unrequited. He doesn't care. Rapidly he beats on her door. “Madison! Madison! I know you're in there.”

[ohwowits-vanessa-blog]

“Yes, that’s what matters now? Your stupid shoes?” Vanessa rolled her eyes, “Can you at least  help me to get up ?” Vanessa held out her hand to the guy

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Stupid? I dropped a grand on these,” he scoffed, completely offended. With an eye-roll of his own, he took her hand. “Don’t barf on me. I’m just trying to be a good citizen.” 

[reeseyork-blog]

“If that’s what you’re into.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“I’m into a lot of things. Care to find out?” 

[lexaortiz]

“Oh yeah and I’m actually called Barney the dinosaur.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Well fuck me then. I always wanted to get it on with a purple dinosaur.” Turning serious he looked around. “Where is Madison anyway? I’ve been wanting to check on her.” 

[lexaortiz]

“If you have any respect left for Madison you’ll learn to deal.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Madison? I don’t know that name.” 

[fcknmadison-blog]

Madison didn’t know what put her in such a good mood. Maybe it was the people she was with. Maybe it was the music. Whatever it was, she couldn’t see anything ruining her day. She had been hanging out with Blake for most of the day up until they split up because they wanted to see different artists. The brunette was looking at all the food vendors, trying to decide what she wanted to eat. In the corner of her eye, she spotted a familiar face. Drew. A loud laugh escaped from her mouth and she made his way towards him. They might have not been on good terms, but she saw him in a tight tank top and pretty short shorts. It was a perfect opportunity to make fun of him. “Cute outfit,” she chuckled as she walked up next to him. “If only you were wearing a crop top, we’d be matching.” 

@drewgreene

[drewgreene-blog1]

More than enough shots and a bet later, Drew was a walking joke. From the waist down anyway, he was quite proud of anything above. The tank top actually made him look buff-- which was an automatic upgrade. He as lost in laughter before his friends pointed behind them. His eyes immediately widened. Madison. Of course, this would be the one day he'd run into her again. They hadn't seen one another since Blake was in the hospital. They weren't exactly friends, but they weren't biting the other's head off at every turn. His friends kept laughing at him as she neared. “Had to take one for the team,” he countered with an eye-roll. “Not my team.” A lot had changed since they'd broken up; or none at all, the jury was still out on that one. His sexuality however still very much in tact.  “I should have thought of that. It might make my tits look better than this,” he quipped with a wry smile. Titling his head to the side, he gave her a silent invitation to move away from his idiot friends as he walked. 

[lexaortiz]

“Don’t worry I wouldn’t even kiss you in your wildest dreams.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Ouch, you really hurt me. How the hell am I ever happy knowing Lexa Ortiz doesn’t want to kiss me? Fuck.” 

[blakegreerr]

“All talk and no follow through- are you gonna kiss me or what?”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Greer, I think you got me mistaken for someone else. Someone female-- and not me.” 

[dragcnwolf]

     “I kind of hate to admit it, but I’m really excited for this music festival tomorrow… I also hate to admit I kinda love Lana Del Ray.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“There’s some shit you shouldn’t admit aloud, dude. That would be one of them.” 

[reeseyork-blog]

“Have you ever had the urge to binge watch old romantic comedies? Because right now I just want to rent and watch Pretty In Pink, Dirty Dancing, and Sixteen Candles.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Is this the part where we’re supposed to do our nails, too?” 

[ohwowits-vanessa-blog]

“Shit…what i have done?”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Watch the shoes, please.” 

[lexaortiz]

“Someone kiss me already. I look hot and it’s going to waste.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“I’ll do it-- fuck me. Lexa? I take it back.” 

[fcknmadison-blog]

MOODBOARD: featuring @drewgreene

[fcknmadison-blog]

She lifted her head up and scoffed at her ex, but she couldn’t fight back. Not today. Madison knew she had to swallow her pride and open up – this wasn’t something she could keep in. She needed to talk about it. Talk about with someone who knew how much Blake meant to her. “It’s um… It’s Blake. I – she got shot, Drew.” The girl felt a tear running down her face and quickly wiped it away, not wanting to cause a scene. “I just – she’s currently in the ICU and – what if she doesn’t make it out alive?”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Blake?” His obvious surprise showed through . He and Blake never really friends. They were social, but he knew just how much she meant to Madison. Not to mention, she was was genuinely a good person-- but what he liked most about her was how much she cared for his ex-girlfriend. Fidgety, he didn't know whether to hug her, or just simply allow her to get everything off her chest. Either way, he was trying. “Hey,  Mads, she's going to be fine. She's got a lot of shit to fight for. There's no way she won't be okay.” Drew shifted slightly on his heels. “Do you want me to take you to see her?” 

[fcknmadison-blog]

“I can’t do this with you right now, Drew.” Vulnerability was never something she liked to flaunt to the world, especially not in front of Drew.  Her eyes shot down at his hand touching her arm but she was too freaked out to care. “It really doesn’t concern you.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“Do I look like I care whether it concerns me or not,” Drew retorted, overtly aware that he was probably doing more harm than good. There was little selflessness in his actions-- not entirely self-serving. He just couldn't handle seeing her like this. “What the hell happened?” One minute he was trying to get her skin and the next-- he was at a loss.

[fcknmadison-blog]

“I – no. This isn’t real. No. Please tell me this isn’t real.”

[drewgreene-blog1]

“What’re talking about, Mads?” Genuine surprise enveloped him. Instinctively, he reached out to touch her arm like he’d done many times in the past. “What’s going on?”