what color am i

he was his own murky grey. james morrow - 22

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frankie:

ever since she had woke up on the other side of the bed, frankie had been on her toes, constantly moving for the search of her belongings. to say that she did not even bother about the male was an understatement. her only eye contact was when she snapped back at him for being so oblivious (an annoyance she often gets) before she was off ignoring his existence yet again, too busy and too uninterested to care. she was even reluctant to speak to him – her theory was: a conversation only lead to mixed signals (in which he would think she would be interested), and mixed signals led to attachments; and as far as she was concerned, she did not have time for any of those things.

“whatever,” was all that she had left to say before she walked out of his room and led herself out of his apartment. she did not care if he kept their little rendezvous last night a secret, or if he had decided to spread it out to the world. quite frankly, she no longer cared much about her body; as she grew up using it more as a weapon than something she was supposed to protect, to be proud of.

a deep sigh left his lips. his body frozen as she walked past him. he was hoping, willing for her to stop - to surprise him, but his hopes were short-lived.  his fingers tightened around the doorknob, still watching as her delicate figure disappeared deeper into his dimly lit apartment.

james just stood there. the sunlight still peeking through his carelessly shut curtains; the beams lightly hitting his back and illuminating his pale skin. it wasn’t until he heard the front door shut did he move from his spot. she was gone and he was left angry. swinging his body around, his fist made instant contact with his wall.   oh god, bad idea. bad idea.   cursing out profanities at the sharp pain, james cradled his now crippled hand. water prickling at the edges of his eyes but his gaze stared at the hole he had made. “ well fuck. ” surely he’d get in trouble for that. “ this - this is her fault. all her fault. ”  bitterly, james collapsed onto his bed.  as much as his head screamed to hate frankie, something else screamed a softer note. and he knew he was in trouble. big trouble.

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abigail:

abigail was easily the most oblivious person in the world, more so when it came to people having feelings for her. she had her walls up, it was obvious but because of that she had never had the experience of having someone like her and her being in the know about it. so with james, she just assumed he was being friendly and only saw her as that, a friend.

abigail smiled, “thought so,” she laughed, shaking her head playfully as she looked through the menu, her eyes darting back up at the male as he asked how she was doing. “yeah i’ve been good thanks! works been a drag but moneys money, you know? how have you been cutie?” she asked, her usual flirty nature bubbling to the surface with her nickname for almost everyone fell out of her mouth.

fingers wrapped around the plastic menu, eye’s trying not to stare at abigail for too long. he needed cold water - or ice - anything to stop his cheeks from burning.  really, he needed a distraction which is why his gaze trained on the menu. the words becoming blurred and jumbled. he knew what he wanted to eat, james had come to this dinner numerous of times, but abigail did that thing where she giggled and made his train of thought go poof.

a deeper shade of red filled his cheeks. the menu no longer being a shield as his hand came up to mess with his hair.  he knew she was just being friendly, as she always was. hell, everyone told him to give up, that the feeling would never be mutual, but it was easier said than done.  the corners of his lips curved once more before answering, “ i’ve been good. keeping myself busy, staying clear of my dad.  but it’s um - it’s good to see you. sorry, i’ve been so distant. ” his eye’s moved from hers back to the menu. he didn’t want to give himself away further. what he was feeling was partly why he had detached himself from her world.

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guys guys, i’m here, i swear.   work has been killing me ( i’m security at target aha so my nights are very long ) but i have the day off  sO OFF I GO TO WORK ON REPLIES :-) buuut  i owe (not in any order) : @isaiahpxrker @valarielovelock @sofiacorreia @sfwabigail @frankielourdes

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isaiah:

Isaiah took a sip of his macchiato absentmindedly as his attention was fully on the small screen of his phone. He had a long day ahead of him filled to the brim with assignments that he knew he would end up regretting procrastinating to the last minute at some point, and of course the joys of work alongside it all had the boy almost pulling at his hair with stress. It was days like these were he secretly wished for his old lifestyle where the only care was which tux he was going to be wearing to accompany his father’s big business party. But it would immediately pass with how pretentious it sounded. He was much better off..

It wasn’t until he heard the hesitant voice of the other, however, that he was pulled out of his own little world, taking down his earbuds as he looked up to see the familiar boy from a few days ago. And it wasn’t until that instant that Isaiah realized how busy the place had gotten as he looked around him to see that the last empty seat, low and behold, was the one right in front of him. He hesitantly looked the other over, noticing the book in his hand and how he was at least not carrying a unicorn frappuccino. “Uh, n-no, man. That’s not necessary. Go for it.”

a sense of relief rolled over his shoulders at the other males approval. with a nod of his head, james took the empty seat graciously. his voice going mute for some apparent reason - probably because he was nervous. granted this wasn’t his first encounter with isaiah, but he still wasn’t his comfortable self.

giving the boy a polite but very awkward smile, james sat his coffee down and opened his book. the worn pages clashing oddly with the other laptops and kindles around them. he didn’t mind though, he liked feeling the paper rubbing against his fingertips; it felt more real.  hell, call him old school if you’d like.  upon sensing the other males gaze on him, james grew slightly warm. he didn’t like attention - or more so wasn’t accustomed to it.  but still, he wasn’t a rude guy and thought maybe it was best to at least socialize.  that was after all the thing he wanted to do more of.  “ um... so what’re you drinking? ” it was a dumb question, sure, but it was the best he had.

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JAMES HUGH MORROW (PERSONALITY)  01/??  |  the sky is grey, the sand is grey and the ocean is grey. i feel right at home in this stunning monochrome, alone in my way.

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He’s so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they’re holding in their hand.

Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds (via wordsnquotes)

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Don’t tempt me.

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frankie:

after briefly freshening herself up, the dark haired woman walked out of the bathroom, not once looking over at the boy who seems to be now awake. his voice didn’t seem to startle or interest her, nor did it act as an invitation for her to start a conversation – was a conversation really necessary? frankie have had one too many one night stands to know of its rules when playing the game, and how to keep it under wraps without attachments; but with the boy stuttering in pure confusion, it had frankie pitying him for his innocence.

“i won’t be for long,” she deadpanned, referring to her stay and how she had woke up later than expected. she must have downed too many drinks last night – the memories of what had happened becoming quite a blur, though she remembered a few; how she approached him with an intention to find a perfect distraction and how she had later stumble into his bed. the small details of her being under the influence missing out. she picked up her skirt and pulled it up; tucking the male’s t-shirt (she has now decided to own) in before picking up her belongings. “jesus, don’t fucking insult me like that,” she retorted firmly, her eyes finally on the male. “yes, james peach,” the nickname created on the spot in hopes it would insult him back. “we fucked.”

a sharp sting.   quickly, his foggy expression dropped. the scarlet burns still prominent across his cheeks, but the curve at his lips fell. james watched, stunned, as she re-dressed. his palms keeping him upright against the cold, sprawled sheets below him and the muscles in his stomach clenched with each word she spat. he didn’t fail to notice her taking his shirt, but his mouth stayed shut.   what could he say?  nothing.  he had been used.  and fuck it hurt.

his eye’s dug into hers and he willed to catch something - anything.  a small sign that she wasn’t dismissing him, but his glossy blues had no effect against her ink filled ones.  another sting.  his body flinched at the nickname.   —   “ right, ” he nodded slowly.  and to think, he had woken up with such a high only to have it plummeted.  “ you uh, you can go. i won’t tell anyone. this... this never happened, ” his voice was low, monotoned even. his expression blank before he pushed his body off the bed. his white boxers bunching at the ends as his height boomed over frankie’s, but he wasn't intimidating.  james could never be.  brushing past her, his hand going to the door knob before twisting it open; his gaze never met hers. if it did, he’d be reminded of the night before - how soft her skin felt against his and how her fingers slid up his shirt before clawing at his back. she was his first. but he’d never tell, not now.

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 yes the bROS OK OK

- they’re always constantly at each other’s house/apartment like? you wanna find zaya? go find james. you wanna find james? go find zaya

- their sacred bro time can consist of video games and juice boxes and shoving each other to practically just sitting there in comfortable silence 

- constant support aND VALIDATION OF EACH OTHER YES

- even when they’re super done with each other and need time a part (lbr this happens a lot cuz they’re awk) they can’t really be separated for too long without feeling the need to text the other a dank meme they found online

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to the top 3 people on your mind right now, write something you wish you could tell them with no consiquences

“well fuck. dani, i know you did a shit thing but i still fucking love you and i wish things were different. frankie, i really fucking miss you and i hate that our parents hate each other and make us hate each other, i want my best friend back… james, you shouldn’t love me, i’m not good for you. i’m a mess and i’ll just break your heart, you deserve better and i don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

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coffee.  every college students best friend. james had at least two cups of the dark caffeinated drink every day, which is why he was at the little coffee shop down the street. it was his salvation. dressed in dark clothing and a book in hand, james ordered his americana drink and carefully moved passed the small crowd.  his blue eyes scanned the populated coffee shop. all seats seemed to be taken; nameless faces muttering nonsense and typing away on their laptops.  it wasn’t until ocean blues landed on a familiar dark-haired figure. there was one empty seat, but that meant james would have to ask - which indicated he’d have to be charismatic. something the boy wasn’t.  still, clearing his throat the gray boy tried.  “ h-hey, uh... think i could sit here? ” his voice came out shaky, fingers tightening around his book.  “ unless it’s you know it's uh, taken. then i could just stand.. ”  /  @isaiahpxrker

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Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising (2016)

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i want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life - not listening to when you say good-bye

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