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[text] when you say it like that it sounds bad.
Janelle: I'm not trying to do that.. I'm being selfish.. I'm sorry
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[text] when you say it like that it sounds bad.
Janelle: I'm not trying to do that.. I'm being selfish.. I'm sorry
Brendan laughed when he seemed to catch the girl off guard, shaking his head. “Yeah, I get it.” Resting his elbows on the table in front of him, he laced his fingers. “Hopefully yours aren’t too rough, yeah?” He asked the stranger with a smile.
"I mean, my final grade isn't going to make or break my career, it'll just get me a better job." She snickers slightly, "I'm going to be a chef, so a degree would certainly help, but It's not completely necessary to get a cooking job. I just wanna go far, ya know?"
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[text] I’m busy. Can I take you next week or something?
Janelle: To busy to spend a little time with me?
“I’m sick.” Natalie said, her voice weak and brittle. She could see her breath in the cold air as she waited for them to speak up. She probably wasn’t being clear enough, but she was trying her hardest. She wasn’t just any kind of sick, it wasn’t exactly something that could be cured. She was dying, and getting attached to people wasn’t going to help anything.
"Sick? Then why aren't you at the doctors?" His brow knits together. The way she sounded, it sounded serious. What was she doing standing here in the cold saying her was sick. She needed to get to the doctor so they could help her. "I'll drive you. Let's go." He motioned her towards the car.
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you're hilarious, now come be hilarious over here and make me food while doing so?
@urboydarian: buuuutttt id ont wannnaa.. make food that is.. maybe ill come over
”What?” Brendan asked, bringing a hand up to rub over his cheek. “Is there something on my face?”
Janelle had fallen into a gaze, not even realizing she was staring -- until she heard his voice. "Huh? Oh." Shit "Sorry, no." She laughs, "Finals have fried my brain."
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That was good, I'll give you points for originality
@urboydarian: im so funny it kills me
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Janelle: Let's go on vacation.. I'm craving the beach.... Go ahead, say no to this face.
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Who'd you see?
@urboydarian: everyone i looked at *ba dum tiss*
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@urboydarian: you'll never guess who i saw today
Sebastian took a sip of his coffee. "Well look, if you want a gay guy's advice," he said slowly admitting to the fact he was gay. "Ladies won't look at you if you keep looking on the ground, I mean truth is I only looked at you because I have a thing for cute little puppies and that's what you remind me of," he chuckled. He stuck out his hand, "Sebastian Smythe by the way."
"Right." He laughs a bit, still looking at the ground. "I should probably work on that huh.." Adam lifts his head a bit. "Not that girls are attracted to me in the first place." Adam bags on himself, although he is most always. "Sorry." He shakes his head, knitting his brow together when he realizes what he's said.
The shock that surged through Mae when Darian told her she was right was almost as overpowering as the anger was. She heard the silence and was waiting for more excuses, not that she was right. Her golden eyes looked back into Darian’s and she reached up to gently hold onto his jaw bone. “You don’t want to lose me,” she muttered softly to him, “That’s why you do it.” Her eyes were swollen and reddened from the tears that fell, but the loving look in her eyes told a different story. “I mean, how many times do I have to tell you, Darian? I love you. More than the sun wants to meet the horizon, I love you.” She let her soft thumb run over her boyfriend’s cheek gently and a small sigh fell from her lips. “You will never lose me. For once, just don’t get mad. Quit getting mad. There’s never a reason to get so mad, baby.”
Feeling Maelyn's soft skin against his jaw was enough to send chills down his spine. Everything about this girl made him feel things he never expected to feel with someone, and now he was feeling them all at once and it was a bit overwhelming. She's right, he doesn't want to lose her. Losing her would be losing a part of himself and he wasn't prepared for that, not the least bit. Mae's sweet soft voice played through his ears like a million angels, and her words made him weak. He looks into her tear filled eyes and again he begins feeling regret, for being so terrible to her. He never wanted to make her cry but it seemed like he always did, -- She deserves so much better. "I love you Maelyn Grace Field." His lips met with hers, kissing her gently to try and make up for all of this, and because he loved kissing her so much,
"Yeah well you're kind of hot," murmured Sebastian. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Usually my eye tends to wander and hot people shouldn't have there flies down, you wouldn't want a hot girl noticing or some shit," he chuckled.
Ah, He is gay. He didn't want to assume to quickly and offend the guy. Although Adam didn't see being gay offensive, others might. Adam shakes his head, "Thanks man." He laughs a bit, to lighten the already sort of awkward mood. "I don't come here in hopes I'll pick up ladies, although that would probably be a plus."
Isabelle, noticing the direction in which the conversation was turning, answered with a simple, “Yes —— but I’m more of a night person.” before she returned her gaze onto Adam as a small giggle erupted from her pale lips.
"Night time, -- Yes. I love night time." I love night time? What the hell. Adams lack of ability to talk to girls was really proving true.
Sebastian took a sip of his coffee and did a spit take. The boy had looked down rather emabrssed. Sebastian was gay so he automatically assumed that the boy was straight. He wiped his mouth of his sweater and flushed a shade of pink as he walked over to the boy. “Ah I’m sorry man for staring,” he murmured quietly so they weren’t overheard.
"It's -- It's cool." He painted a smile upon his lips, not wanting to make the guy uncomfortable, but also not wanting to give off the wrong impression -- He's not a douche bag. "I'm glad someone let me know." He assured him, "So thanks." His eyes avert back to the floor where they had previously resided.
"I mean, there’s nothing to see if you’re wearing— well, not nothing. At least, I hope not.” Belle, stop talking.
Adam isn't so well when it comes to girls, and figures he ought to change the subject before things begin to creep into his mind and really draws attention to his fly. "Uh -- The weather is just lovely today." That's what I come up with? The fucking weather?