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Who’s Emma? Your girlfriend? A man not feeling about manly about show tunes and a love story. Who would have guessed.

Why? Would it make you cry if she was my girlfriend, little one?

I'm not apposed to a good love story. I mean, Iron Man is a brilliant film and there's a love story buried in there somewhere. But the musical numbers, not so much.

#yeah james iron man is real romantic #gc:peyton

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It does too! It’s a musical, that’s whats supposed to happen. I’m gonna have to take you to some musicals.

Unless you want, I won’t hold you back.

jamesbrandonn

No, absolutely not. Well.. what musicals? I'm not going to something shitty like Rent.

I'm never smelling you again. Unless it's life-or-death.

#gc:asher

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Do you have ‘You’re the one that I want’ in your head?

jamesbrandonn

No.

Well, a little bit... yeah, kinda. Fuck.

#gc:max

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Grease is the best movie ever?

jamesbrandonn

It doesn't make sense. They always burst out in a song that, miraculously, everybody knows the lyrics to. It's just.. fucking weird.

You're not gonna make me smell you again today, right?

#gc:asher

Emma just made me watch Grease with her over Skype. I feel significantly less manly.

#his sister btw #birthdaystarter

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» where you off to, princess? // james and adriana

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Adriana pushed her hair back for what felt like the millionth time, still dissatisfied with how it looked. She’d been at this for a good half an hour now, the lady attending to her getting more confused by the minute. Almost every store on the block had experienced one of Adriana’s meltdowns, and it was definitely not something they’d like to relive. “Hmm, not this one” she finally sighed, slipping back into the trial room and disposing of the fifteenth dress she’d tried at Gucci and so far— nothing. She’d exhausted almost every attendant they had at the store by making them run circles around her, but that’s how she liked to shop. It was either that, or nothing. Shimming out of the georgette sequined dress, she let it fall to the ground, strutting around the private dressing area in a slip.

"I’m done with shiny, give me something sophisticated. Even if it’s Gucci, everything you’ve shown me so far looks like it belongs on someone who shops at a thrift store, or Forever 21, and I refuse to dress like that on New Years Eve" Adriana flipped her hair to the side, glaring at the short mexican attendant till she finally got the message and skittered off somewhere, a soft sigh escaping Adriana’s lips as she collapsed on the couch, taking a small sip from the glass of champagne lying in front of her. This was going to be a painfully long morning.

A full hour later she finally walked out of the shop, a single shopping bag in hand, containing what she believed was the most beautiful article of clothing she’d ever put on herself. Leaving it in the limousine, she asked here chauffeur to go on back to the apartment building without her, she was in need of some coffee and a walk. Straightening up her white faux fur overcoat, she made her way to the nearest Starbucks, her six inch heeled boots already biting into her skin but that was a pain she was used to, tot he point where even if it drew blood she didn’t notice. Entering the warm coffee shop, the smell of coffee already made half her exhaustion melt away as she got into the small queue, praying to god that her coat covered enough of her face to not be noticed by tourists who didn’t know better than to disturb a celebrity during their morning coffee runs.

Coffee in hand, Adriana finally slipped out of Starbucks, unnoticed, and satisfied. She began her short walk to the supermarket, needing to pick up a few things she’d rather her maid didn’t get for her when she heard a bright chirpy voice appear out of nowhere right beside her, causing her to trip over her own feet and almost drop her cup of coffee. Where you off to, stranger? Adriana huffed, sending him a dirty look before regaining her composure. “Don’t you know that it’s a sin to disturb redheads when they’re walking with their giant cups of coffee?” Adriana mused, flipping her hair off her shoulder. “Oh do forgive me for passing by your place without as much as a thought about what you’d be doing inside” Adriana rolled her eyes, starting to walk again. “So, what brings you out into the big bad real world?” she questioned, not really minding the company.

jamesbrandonn

James' hands shot up either side of his head, "Hey, hey, chill out! You don't need to kill me with those beautiful, princess eyes of yours! I'm too young to die just yet," he joked, nudging her with his elbow in the side. Honestly, he barely knew the girl. He knew of the girl but he didn't know her, which, over the years, he'd discovered was two different things. Everyone had heard her name but James couldn't pinpoint a time where they'd had a sober conversation about something legitimate. "Call me a sinner then!" James retaliated in response to her scolding. He could have gone on to ask her about all the exceptions of this sin, if it was acceptable to bother strawberry blondes with medium-sized coffee cups but he felt as though his mere presence was annoying the girl enough and he didn't have to add much more fuel to the fire.

"Real life?" he asked, grinning, "You know, Adriana, England isn't Narnia. There aren't Kingdoms and unicorns and Knights-In-Shining-Armor. Sorry to obliterate the illusion for you." In fact, James would have much preferred England was like that. The place he grew up in was rather boring. It wasn't entirely beautiful countryside like Marlow but neither was it the exciting, bustling streets and buildings of London. It lay somewhere in between the two and James was never particularly fond of it. He'd watch his father commute to London each and every day and was endlessly jealous. His school was a mere ten minutes a way and the people there were all the same, just like him: stuck. Stuck in boring lives that they didn't want. And some of them were so brainwashed into thinking grades and a nice, secure life was the thing to aim for, they thought they were happy. And that's what made James the saddest of all, seeing the smile on people's faces when they got back their A+ mark and knowing that's as happy as they'd ever be because they'd never do anything more than achieve and aim higher and higher and higher.

"You didn't answer me," James spoke out after taking a few steps alongside the girl that was a great deal more glamorous than he was. For a guy that had represented some of the most expensive, luxurious brands, most girls would be disappointed to spot him walking around with scruffy hair, a sleepy expression and the first clothes he pulled out of his wardrobe. "Where are you going?" He could only imagine where someone like Adriana had to be at the middle of the day and he assumed it was much more... glamorous than having to rush out to get tea bags and milk, he wasn't sure it would be much more important than his own mission, mind. In many ways, James' life revolved around tea - one of the only things this boy organised is when he had his tea breaks in the day. "Would you allow me to escort you there? A guy gets lonely, you know, walking by himself.

#omg it's a little bit shorter than yours sorry #para:princess #para:adriana #para