gold dust woman;

Did she make you cry Make you break down Shatter your illusions of love And is it o v e r now do you know how Pick up the pieces and go home.

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evelyntbh:

      “your temper is just about as shorter than i am.” as a solid inch shorter than addison, evelyn felt like this was an extremely funny thing to say. she hands the final paper bag to her roommate, giggling in spite of herself. “well, i truly hope that i never find you dead on the living room floor, because then i would be very sad and probably never find someone i love as much as you ever again!!” she’d fidget, though, until addy drew her in to a hug. “it’s fine. seriously. i’m not even sad, see -?” she draws back a little, to shoot the other a cheesy grin. it was a lie. both girls knew that evie was upset, but if she were to admit it.. she might fall apart. and she didn’t want that. “pizza and face masks? god, a woman after my own heart!” she clutches her hand to her chest and grins. “that’s way better than whatever me and trev were gonna do anyway.” she looks down at her outfit - skintight jeans and a dressy blouse. she’d been prepared for a real date - hair done, makeup on, jewelry, even. “i need to put on pajamas and get back to looking like my usual trash.” she says. “which is good. way more comfortable.”

Taking in the other’s appearance, obviously all done up for a night out rather than spending another marathoning Friends on the couch, Addison weighed her options, teeth briefly worrying her lower lip out of bad habit. “----- Or,” She suggested suddenly, eyebrows raising hesitantly as she gave Evie a half shrug. “We... could go out? You’re all dressed up with nowhere to go, anyways, right? So we might as well take advantage.” With that, a slow smile pulled onto her features. “We can do pizza and face masks any ole’ night, but right now, I kinda feel like dancing, maybe? Two for one drinks down at Dave’s?” It wasn’t very often that Addison actually wanted to go out; but if it was for Evie’s sake... “I just need to go change,” Add told Evie then. “Give me ten minutes? I’ve already accepted your answer as yes, so there’s no turning back now.”

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trcvs:

noticing the spilled coffee on her hand he looked around as if a napkin was gonna fly out of nothing. “ do you need a hand or, i didn’t mean to smack the door in your face, contrary to popular belief. “ he says but by the flatness of her voice he figured she would have rather roasted him alive over that bonfire, during the weekend. rolling his eyes at her usual dramatic and offended way of being before nodding. “ yeah no, you live together that would just be weird. “ he tells her. “ no, she’s not. she’s just better at understanding than you are. personal space isn’t a bad thing in a relationship addy. “

“----- Personal space?” Addison questioned indignantly, eyebrows practically skyrocketing as she scoffed at the boy before her. The two clearly had two very different definitions. “That seems a little convenient to me, Trev, considering you only ever seem to need it when something frat related comes up.” With that, she shook her head in disbelief, hard gaze slipping down to her now half-filled cup as she willed herself to stay calm. “’S a good thing Evie seems to like that pretty face of yours,” She muttered, jaw clenching as she let out a huff. “I doubt she’d like it if I returned you with a black eye.” It was beyond her what her best friend saw in the other, though she supposed first loves died hard. “----- Just --- appologize, alright?” Addy told him then. “You’re not the one who has to see her when she sulks around all day.”

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trcvs:

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making his way out of the coffee shop, busy dodging old friends he didn’t like trevor bumped right into the person that seemed to hate him the most on the planet, of course he knew why but he couldn’t really be bothered to be annoyed with it, after all these years she still hated him and he only thought it a little comical. “ oh, hey addy. “ he greeted her flashing a pearly white smile. “ you look as tiny, as always. “

Just barely managing to keep from spilling her coffee down the front of her sweater, the door flying open so quickly that she physically had to jump backwards to prevent the collision, eyebrows furrowing nearly instantly as she attempted to balance herself, of course it was then that her oh so favorite voice reached her ears, the sound of the boy before her causing Addy to grimace as she looked up from wobbling coffee cup. “Hello, Trevor,” She replied flatly, now drenched hand attempting to shake the burn away as she let out an indignant huff. “Off to somewhere important, I take it? --- Be sure to say hi to Evie for me.” With that, she looked up in the brunette’s direction, lips pressing into an unimpressed line. “Oh, wait --- That wouldn’t be right, would it? Given that your girlfriend seems to be at the bottom of your priority list these days.” 

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evelyntbh:

      “you’d think, but people are known to be even more stupid than we give them credit for.” she notes, laughing lightly at addison’s clear frustration at the poor cyclist, although in evelyn’s opinion he deserved it. she’d pause from putting ice cream in the freezer, moving to wrap her arms around addison. “just breathe, angel face.” she tells her. “that short temper’s gonna be the death of you if you aren’t careful.” a platonic kiss on the cheek precedes evelyn’s withdrawal, once again returning to organize the groceries, an action that grows more frantic when addison asks her what’s wrong. “what’s wrong?” evelyn echoed, a nervous laugh escaping her. she wasn’t really a good liar unless she was under real pressure, or if she was acting on stage. “nothing’s wrong.” she says, but when she feels the finger on her eyebrows, the tension evaporates from her face. she blushes, caught in her lie. “nah, the water’s fine. i finally paid our late fee, so..” she shakes her head. “it’s no big deal. trevor cancelled on me. it’s fine. really.”

Allowing a huff to pass her lips, hopefully masking her otherwise reluctance to pull away from the other, briefly enjoying her best friend’s close proximity, Addy simply rolled her eyes as she turned then to continue unbagging their items, willing her flushed cheeks to lessen as she reached up to tip the cereal into the cupboard above. “My temper isn’t short...” She muttered stubbornly in response, obviously still bitter about the entire incident as she then folds up the paper bag in her hands carefully; they were always good to save for next time. A little trick she’d learned from her grandmother. “It’s justified! --- Though if you find me one day dead on the living room floor from a burst blood vessel, I guess you’ll know what happened.” However, Addison’s focus shifted at Evie’s reluctance to admit whatever was obviously bothering her, gaze alone practically causing her to crack she was sure as she finally let the secret loose. And Addy, while her anger at Trevor was constant, somehow couldn’t bring herself to acknowledge the jab of annoyance firing up in her chest; but rather, feel somewhat sorry for her best friend instead. Fingers tapping on the counter, Addison simply sighed. “--- C’mere,” She told Evie softly, reaching out then to grab her by the hem of her shirt as she hauled her closer, arms wrapping around the other in the next moment as she hugged her close. “I know you’re disappointed,” Addy sighed, voice muffled by the other’s shoulder as she refused to let go just yet. With that, a long moment later, she pulled back ever so slightly. “But we can order pizza, yeah? And do those face masks you’ve been wanting to try.” Pressing a kiss to Evie’s temple, Addy finally allowed herself to let go. “---- One day I’m going to drown his ass,” She said simply, smile as sweet as sugar despite her menacing words. “He’ll rue the day he ever canceled on you.”

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nctaliesantos:

“if the kardashians are your idea of style icons, then you need more help than i thought you do. they aren’t worth the hype. trust me, i’ve met almost all of them.” arms cross over her chest as she looks over the girl again. “let me give you a makeover. free; courtesy of me, because i can’t stand the thought of you looking like that on a daily basis.”

Eyebrows raising, Addison wasn’t entirely sure what the other was on about. “I thought everyone loved the Kardashians,” She replied simply, gaze lifting briefly from her mail to glance up at the other. Though before she had a chance to walk away, she was forced to stop as the other offered her some sort of makeover, Addy’s confusion going from mild, to extreme. “---- ... By makeover, you mean like...? Clueless style?” She questioned flatly,  “Like one of those cheesy montages where I’m forced to try on fifty mini skirts?” With that, she chuckled reluctantly. “I don’t even know who you are, dude. And I didn’t think shit like that really happened outside of eighties movies.”

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greymarks:

As the brunette continued to ramble on about her roommate and how much she disliked the so-called boyfriend, Greyson was fairly certain there was more to the story than that. Fortunately, Greyson had never really been the nosey type, so he left it alone. This Trevor guy would probably disappear if this Evie girl was as great as Addison apparently thought she was. And what would happen after that? Well, he didn’t know or care. They had only met a few minutes ago after all, and he didn’t even know what the other girl looked like as of right now. However, he did make a mental note of it, reminding himself to bring it up later if they ever ran into one another again. It was rare for him to make a connection with someone so quickly, so if he could befriend the other brunette, he wasn’t against it. “You’re the first.” He answered, raising his own eyebrows as if questioning her motives. The look dropped no more than a second later though, as an almost teasing smile graced her lips and he realized— oh. She’s fucking with him. Humming in slight amusement, he bent back in his seat. “At least my name doesn’t sound like it belongs to a milk maid in the 1800′s.” The words were teasing, which was honestly a bit of a shock. Very few people could get this side of him, and almost no one could get it so quickly. Addy was definitely an odd one, but he figured they’d get along pretty well from now on.

Allowing a roll of her eyes, not even bothering to feign hurt as one might, Addison instead chuckled despite herself, smirk growing without meaning to as she gave the other a shake of her head. “A milk maid?” She questioned flatly, eyebrows raising as she did so, “That was the best you could come up with?” With that, she allowed herself to lean in the doorway. “I’ll have you know that I’m named after my grandmother, so. You can’t fuck with tradition --- It’s like a rule, or something.” Addison briefly wondered how she had never seen Greyson around before, having lived in the building for nearly two years now; however, considering he seemed to be strangely like herself, she supposed it only made sense. It wasn’t exactly like she made the effort to converse with her neighbors all that often. “Do you usually make it a habit to hang out in the common room?” She asked fleetingly, gaze traveling about the kitchen as she grimaced to herself. “Usually I can’t even be tempted into this place by the promise of food.” 

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nctaliesantos:

         “that outfit is a tragedy,” sugary sweet voice observes as she looks the person in front of her over. “you need serious help in the fashion department. like… who let you go out in that?”

Glancing down at her baseball tee, Addison could only feign a shrug. She hadn’t thought that she looked that bad; and it technically belong to Evie, so. “I wasn’t aware running out to grab the mail required all that much thought in the outfit department,” Addy replied flatly, eyebrows raising at the other as she proceeded to unlock her mailbox. “--- Are you going to report me to one of the Kardashian’s? Because I have to tell you, I don’t think I’m hard enough to go to fashion jail.”

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evelyntbh:

      “no, it’s fine, trev. i totally get it. the america party is a big deal to your brotherhood. you should be there. it’s no big deal.” girl was saying to her lover into the phone, “yeah. you too. bye.” she hangs up then sits up in bed, sighing out a bit. well, there went her hot date for the evening. oh well. addison was supposed to be home any minute, and evie was sure she’d be just as fun to hang out with if not more. she was about to give her a call and see just where in the heck she was when she heard a muffled sound. brows furrowing, she’d tug on a sweater over her tank top (so that none of her neighbors would be concerned about whether or not she was wearing a bra) and she tossed on some slippers. right as she opened the door, evelyn was shouted into the hallway, and she peered down over the banister at her roommate on the next landing, threatening the charm bracelet she’d given her. girl would pout, hand self consciously coming to the jewelry item on her wrist, before she was pattering down the stairs. “hey, no need to get testy.” she grouched, glad that most of their groceries had been salvageable thanks to plastic seals and tape. evelyn normally detested the wasteful habits of the food industry, but not at this particular moment. “lemme guess, biking douche?” she’d ask, picking up what she could and hauling it up to their apartment. she placed it on the counter in a heap. “what a tool.”

“You’d think that he’d be more aware of his surroundings because of all that fucking biking he does, right?” Addy raged behind the other, her best friend guessing whom the cause of all her anger had been created by as the two trudged up the remaining steps, the door kicked closed behind them as she then proceeded to let out an annoyed groan. “I swear to god, this is why people hate cyclists so much. On road or off, they’re all just a bunch of ----” Though, her frustration getting the best of her, Addison trailed off, her attempts at unpacking the groceries futile as she instead turned to face Evie once more. “Why he’s even allowed to bring that damn hazard inside is beyond me,” She finished finally, head shaking as she took in her best friend before her. “He should be required to keep it locked outside, just like everyone else.” With that, she huffed, hands going into the air to show her surrender as she finally decided it was best to lay off the subject. “Alright, rant over,” She announced. “---- What’s wrong, anyways?” Addy asked with slight curiosity, head tilting as she narrowed observant eyes at the other. Despite only being in the room for a few moments, Addy knew Evie; it didn’t take a genius to figure out when the girl was disappointed about something. Reaching over then, she proceeded to poke her between her perfectly groomed eyebrows. “You’re all furrowed. --- Did they threaten to shut our water off again, because I swear, I’m calling to take care of that...”

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rences:

with a small smile renee just nodded at what had sounded like a very questioning honestly. “ well she knows how to save money for the good stuff it seems, i might need to get a few tips from her. “ she chuckled, economy wasn’t renee’s strong suit. “ well i suppose she can’t blame me when it was just lying around. “ she joked before adding. “ i would have just claimed it as my own if i were you. i’m sure she’d forgive you. “

Shrugging, Addy rocked back onto her heels. “Yeah, well,” She chuckled, grimacing as she did so. “As simple as sharing clothes would be, our taste isn’t exactly... similar. I mean, I’ve barely got shoes that cost as much as this thing,” Addy told the other, holding up the sweater in question as she did so. “But if you’re willing to make an offer, I might be willing to sell it to the highest bidder around.”

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greymarks:

Greyson couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but the girl reminded him of someone. Not all that social but somehow still polite, tired of the romantic bullshit, she was– Huh. He supposed she was almost like him. If he could manage to find someone then maybe his whole idea of love was just a big lie. Then again, Luna had gone missing since the kiss. It was like one moment they were perfect and the next… His mind was cluttered again, thoughts somewhere they didn’t belong. The least he could do was finish the conversation with the brunette, or Addy as she called herself. “Yeah well, social butterfly isn’t exactly my middle name.” He mused softly, only furrowing his eyebrows when the girl rambled about her roommate. “In that case, you can call me Grey. Sorry to hear about your roommate, but don’t worry. Any couple who shoves that much pda down your throat usually breaks up in the end. If they have nothing better to do than kiss then the relationship probably ended a long time ago.” He replied, shrugging a bit. Greyson wasn’t sure why but talking to her felt easy, almost as if he knew she wouldn’t judge him. Or maybe because he thought they could judge other people together. Either way, he was much more comfortable with her than with most others.

“Grey,” Addison repeated, nodding ever so slightly as she continued to linger in the doorway. It was always strange in her opinion, meeting someone new after running with the same crowd for so long. And while it had also been herself and Evie -- the dream team -- with Trevor now in the mix, it was nice to think that possibly she would have someone else to run off to when being an eternal third wheel became suffocating. “Well, Grey----” She went onto say then, giving the brunette a half shrug as her gaze traveled from his, down to the sweater in her hands, material caught between slightly flustered fingers as she worried the fabric. “I mean... It’s not like I really care, or whatever, if they break up or stay together,” Addy told him, briefly wondering why exactly she was continuing to ramble about Evie; especially to someone she had just met. Not that he seemed to care; but her grandmother always told her that when you found a kindred spirit, they were someone to hold onto. “But you’re probably right. Though anyone as vapid as Trevor probably wasn’t the best conversationalist to begin with, so.” With that, she shrugged. “---- Hey, can I ask you something?” Addy questioned, eyebrows raising ever so slightly as she did so. “... How many times per day would you say that someone makes a fifty shades joke regarding your name...?” It was meant to be teasing, a huff of a chuckle passing her lips as she somehow found herself smirking at the boy before her. “I’d probably put myself out of my misery if I were you.”

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rences:

renee was sitting by herself for the time being sipping from a glass of coke, she was pretty damn tired to be honest and had just found something soft looking to sit on, having not considered that it was someone else’s belongings until she was pulled out of her bubble by a voice she didn’t really know. “ shit, i’m sorry. “ she told the girl and moved from the sweater. “ it’s really comfy though, where’d you get that? “

Head shaking, Addy could only give the other a half shrug. “---- Honestly?” She asked, glancing back at the brunette as she did so. “It’s my best friend’s, so. Knowing her, somewhere where they don’t sell socks for less than twenty bucks,” She chuckled, laughing despite the truth behind her words. “No worries, though. I won’t tell her that you were using it as your own personal cushion. If anything, I’ll just get it dry cleaned before she even notices that it’s missing.”

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greymarks:

Greyson wasn’t exactly the type to get butt hurt over a little bluntness. He was practically the king of being blunt, so if anything, he respected the brunette when she wandered over. His earbuds were quickly tugged out as she spoke, a small hum following in response. “You got it.” The words were flat, but it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t interested in the stranger. Here he was thinking he knew all the stupid people in the building and yet, one seemed to slip right by him. Grabbing the sweater, he tossed it to her before introducing himself. “I’m Greyson. Don’t think I know you.”

Sweater cradled to her chest, prepared to return it back to Evie as she then turned on her heels to leave, it was when the other spoke up that she found herself stopping, slightly surprised that the brunette was continuing their brief conversation as she turned back with curious hesitance. “----- I mean, I’ve never exactly been the social butterfly, so that would make sense,” She replied, equally as flat as she peered back at the boy before her. “My roommate on the other hand ...” With that, she grimaced. “I’m sure you’ve seen her macking on her boyfriend at some point; probably in an elevator or something equally as shitty, because they just can’t seem to avoid cliches.” Hand lifting then to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, she went on. “Addison, though. That’s... hi,” She told him, shaking her head despite herself at her awkward delivery. “Or Addy. Whichever floats your boat more, I guess.” She was just so unused to having to converse with anyone other than her few floor mates in this building. 

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@evelyntbh

Groceries in arms, far too many bags cradled for one trip if she were being honest though Addison supposed that she was feeling ambitious upon her entry into the building, it wasn’t until she’d nearly reached the top of the stairs that she was set off balance, a blur of a man with a bike brushing past her as he sent the bags toppling helplessly to the floor, cartons of ice cream and prepackaged salad a mess at her feet as she groaned loudly. “------- Evie!” She practically screamed, daggers thrown in the mans direction as she turned to glare at the culprit already on his way out the door. “Yeah, you better fucking run!” She called angrily before turning back to the mess, yet another groan given before she dropped to her knees to attempt to salvage their food for the week. Addy knew that the frat star --- Trevor, her inner Evelyn reminded her -- was probably upstairs, doing god knows what with her best friend. And while she really didn’t want to see his dumb face right now, peering at her disapprovingly from the top of the stairs like this was somehow her fault... she knew where Evie went, that asshat was sure to follow. “Evelyn!” Addy yelled once more then, obvious frustration clear in her voice as she attempted to summon the brunette once more. “I swear on your damn bracelet if you don’t get down here and help me, I’m kicking you out of our apartment!” She threatened, knowing that their matching charms were not something to be messed around with. “Homeless, Evie! How will you do your hair when you won’t even have a room to stand in?” 

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Addison had been meaning to say something for nearly a half hour now, the nail of her thumb practically down to the nub now as she chewed thoughtfully -- more like gnawed really -- attempting to figure out how to approach the other without seeming like she was putting on the moves. Though being blunt always had been her strong suit, so finally, with a roll of her eyes she finally tapped the other on the shoulder. “Hey, uh---- I don’t mean to interrupt,” Addy told them, “Yeah, no, actually, I do. You’re on my sweater. -- Like physically you need to move your ass.”