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@ivnfarren
the clock was past two am and instead of sleeping like most of the cast, ian found himself wandering the halls of their villa. the early and excruciatingly long plane ride had drained every single ounce of energy to physically do anything yet his mind was not sleepy. during his little quest, ian found a lonely little balcony that overlooked their garden. as he reached out for a chair, his other hand pulled out the box of cigarettes he’d brought back from the states. the warm light from the flame lit his face before it was consumed by the smoke. after a couple of minutes, the male found himself scrolling through the realms of social media. he heard someone approach the balcony as the door swung open. without taking a look back, he let out a soft laugh and said “ want to see this dank meme ? ”
@50shadesofliv: i know i’m supposed to be #hardcoreaf but hannah montana 2: meet miley cyrus is a mf bop.
@50shadesofliv: don’t even get me started on breakout.
@ivfarren: is it weird that i know what you’re talking about?
gustavo: jetlag is a motherfukin bitch gustavo: what time is it gustavo: 9pm ???
ian: i don’t know
ian: i’m the worst person you could possibly ask
“–hey you,” raspy voice disrupting the still room and certainly interrupting their thoughts, as a figure falls into her eyesight. she sat dangerously perched on the second floor banister, looking down at the open floor below her. one hand gripped the strawberry smoothie, audibly slurping on her drink before tacking on anymore words. “wanna switch rooms? i’ll give you the rest of my milkshake and some skittles and ten euros,” a glittering and infectious grin tugged to the tips of her lips with each new word as her legs dangled and banged against the railing. “she’s a fucking babe. great hair, decent ass, enough tits to grip onto if you’re into that- if not, she’s got an okay closet you can raid.” slender shoulders lifted into a noncommittal shrug, “if i haven’t sold you yet, how about we just drag my bed into your room. nothing like a good ol’ threesome, right?” she teased, with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows.
“ all very, very tempting -- ” ian replied before stashing his phone into the slip of his jeans. “ -- but i’ve unpacked. and none of the mentioned is really worth me having to pack and unpack. maybe you moving in wouldn’t be that bad of an idea though. ”
“Oh no, no, baby doll, you must be confused. This is my room, my bed, and see that over there?” She motioned to the door. “That’s your exit.” Her polished finger pointed in the air. “Why are you in here anyways, raiding my panty drawer?”
“ um, that’s not my forte, ” ian replied, his voice a bit soft compared to the blondes. “ i just got here -- was looking for my room actually. ”
Find a way. If there’s none, make one.
(via suspend)