firewood burning

In the dead of winter now only the flicker can cling to this life. so we heard it over mass, is a faith a prediction; wear our tradition until we collapse.

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revamping and replying everything i owe at my new account 

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SMS ➡️ drew boo.

MILA: they're my babies

MILA: yes you do you love when im a brat, especially when im a distracting brat :~)

MILA: stop looking at our tummies

DREW: >__<

DREW: what should i look at then?

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SMS ➡️ drew boo.

MILA: im not possessive im just bratty

MILA: ( img attached: http://i.ytimg.com/vi/LYwSEIWSkgo/maxresdefault.jpg )

MILA: i'll let you be the judge of that 1

DREW: yes, they are all hot

DREW: don't be brat, i don't like it :p

DREW: cute lil tummy exposed ;;

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SMS ➡️ drew boo.

MILA: because they all want my new found sex life

MILA: and my sex life is only as good as it is because of you

MILA: so now they'll want a piece of you which is not happening

MILA: you're my study buddy n i don't share

DREW: i didnt know you were so possessive!

DREW: are the dancers hot

DREW: hahaha

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Gretchen.

“You’re not gonna need it, there’s a new app called Grender,” she smiles then faces Weston and accesses his whole look and adjusts accordingly to what Gretchen believes to be attractive, fixing his hair and straightening his shirt. Without much thinking, she licks her thumb and wipes a smudge off of his face. “Okay, you just look available and I’ll butter up this one over here,” Gretchen nonchalantly points with her head before she heads on over to a pretty brunette with a nicely contured face.

“What did I tell you about doing that,” Weston whines, wiping at his face. “Good luck!” He calls out to her retreating back once she goes off. He didn’t want to be obvious and tried to look at the girl she found from the corner of his eyes, most of his efforts going into staring into his cup, how does one look available? He’s not wearing a wedding ring and he’s standing by himself. Weston trusts Gretchen knows all the right things to say to make talking to him not sound like the worst thing on the planet. And even then if it doesn’t work out there are other girls -- or Tinder. Grender seems to be in it’s beta stages anyways. 

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Gretchen leans back against the bar counter as she scans the area, spotting some potentials.  “I have a good feeling we’re gonna get you laid tonight,” she smiles as she takes a sip of her long island iced tea.

“If not? I’ll finally make a Tinder account, it’s been long overdue.” You would think he wouldn’t have issues with finding women to spend time with but he does, busy schedule, it takes a lot for him to really open up to a woman surprisingly, so he’s been lacking a lot lately in the love department since he’d rather not try at all.  

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no disrespect but im calling you out 

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no one told gretchen’s mom to be hot... take it up with HR 

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Logs in and see people blaming me smh @fewde

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Gretchen.

    “Okay, I’ll make it big, pink, and sparkly so you won’t lose it,” she gives him a thumb’s up, already coming up with ideas on what to list in the back of her head. Majority’s probably going to be house chores she’s too short to do like holiday decorating,changing drapes around her apartment, and other miscellaneous things Gretchen thinks is necessary. She likes it when he follows her orders, it makes her feel powerful. A smile stretches across her face as she listens to him spill the beans on his fellow teammate. She’s hugging her pillow more and more as she finds his description to be charming. “He seems nice,” she concludes, resting her chin on the top of the pillow. “Does he have any bad habits?” She wants to know everything about her winter boyfriend candidate.   

“He’s alright?” Weston doesn’t want to pump her head up with all these ideas that he’s found her Mr.Perfect, yeah he’s a good guy but he doesn’t want her to think he’s better than Weston. Which is childish, yes but Weston doesn’t really care. “What do you mean bad habits?” Maybe he should make up some really awful shit to make him seem gross but that wouldn’t be fair. “His singing isn’t all that great,” he finally comes up with. “He likes country music but you can overlook that right?”

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Gretchen.

“You’ll always be more than enough,” she makes a heart with her hands then pats his stomach with a laugh.Gretchen is a body-shamer. “Just for the record, it’s not a thing–me having seasonal boyfriends, okay? It was just that one time,” she sighs, “I’ll never forget him though, Francisco,” she looks up dreamily. “I know but there are times when I need you and you’re not around,” she pauses, doesn’t want to sound needy as she actually is but there’s basically no one else that deals with her shit as much, aside from her mom, than her childhood buddy. When he’s not there, she just resorts to whining to inanimate objects. “But I understand, as life long best friends, you do you, I do me,” Her calm expression becomes annoyed when her hair’s ruined by his paw, “I’m in a good mood, don’t push it,” She squints up at him. “Tell me more about your hot teammate,” she sits on the sofa and grabs a throw pillow to hug over her lap. 

Times like these makes Weston feel all sappy when it comes to their friendship, Gretchen is a woman of a particular breed, a very interesting breed. She’s been weird and mean since the day they met but Weston is weird too and maybe that’s why they’ve been friends for as long as they have. “Give me a to-do list, G,” he says quietly, “that way I can get what you need me to do done before I leave again.” God, they sound like one of those couples were the husband goes off to war, all he does is go to different states, tackle some dudes and come back to do it all over again. Weston doesn’t like feeling as if he’s let Gretchen down or neglecting her in anyway though. “I should mark the calendar.” Weston sits down next to her and shrugs, “he’s always singing in the locker room, puts hot sauce on everything he eats, drives a Volvo,” he lists off. “He’s a decent guy, I wouldn’t let you two miles near him if I didn’t trust him.”

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I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell. -Unknown

(via psych-facts)

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SMS ➡️ drew boo.

MILA: the girls all asked me about the hickey you gave me last night

MILA: & they also asked about the marks on my thighs whilst we were in the changing rooms

MILA: i'm gonna get so much abuse from them about you now they'll want you too!!!

ANDREW: lol what?

ANDREW: i'll be careful next time

ANDREW: why do you think they'll want me? they don't know me

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“I know,” She says as a matter-of-factly, grinning smugly. Over time, she came to the conclusion that throwing punches was totally a guy thing and completely unnecessary. Though, secretly, the sight of Caleb getting all worked up was always something she may or may not have enjoyed. Her grip on his hands tightened slightly as Rose slipped off the counter top. It was so much easier to block out all of the negativity– especially when her roommate was so attractive and pushing her over all kinds of edges.

A silent gasp of surprise escaped her lips when he turned her around and pressed his chest against her back. A smirk tugged at the ends of her lips as she felt his lips against the shell of her ear, restraining the chuckle tickling at her throat. “I can’t argue against that.” Rose let herself lean back against him, her arms wrapping around his loosely. “Hm,” Rose hummed, her head falling back onto his shoulder as if she were seriously contemplating his words. Picking her head back up, she turned around in his arms and looked up at him with a quirk of her brow. “Sounds way too enticing to pass up,” She admit, her fingers clutching at his shirt. 

Yet, it sounded like something they did almost every other night. Not that she was complaining. “No wonder you get all these girls crawling into your bed every night so easily,” She teased, peaking up at him through her lashes as she dragged her fingers up his chest. “If only I was your type– I bet we’d have even more fun.”  

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“I guess the next party we’ll politely decline then?” They’re a package deal after all. Even if either of them will ever admit it. They have separate lives but Caleb has caught himself multiple times asking ‘is Rose going?’ in the past before making a decision for his own behalf. But that’s what you do when you’re close with your roommate right? Saves gas, gives you a live in DD (which is rare but,) it’s pretty nice. It’s not because he would be bored without her undead annoying self goading him into some sinning.

Digits splayed across her hips he smirks at her, feeling her hands on his chest, “take this as a lesson, sweetheart, not even vampires can always get what they want.” Because she totally wants him right? Probably a lie but Caleb knows deep down (he’s watched enough The Vampire Diaries on Netflix) that even pretty blood suckers have their Achilles heel and it’s not always the sun.

Giving her butt a little pat, Caleb finally lets go of Rose and yawns. Waiting for her to finish with her latest plaything took longer than he anticipated and now that the event is over he can go about his regular schedule of  rubbing one out in the shower before sleeping. “I’m going to wash my amazing body and hit the hay -- I’d extend the invite but cuddling might ruin our street cred.”

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     “Ah, my bad,” Gretchen doesn’t know about all the shitty things Tom Brady’s done. “You can just be the first Weston Park then,” she lifts her head up and gives him a thumb’s up, “Weston fighting~” She laughs, hiding half of her face in embarrassment about her summer boyfriend. “I was relaxing and doing touristy things!” She tries to defend herself. “It just wouldn’t work out in the long run because everyone knows LDRs are a lot of work,” she frowns. “Sometimes I feel like we have LDF,” she sighs softly. Her eyebrows knit together as she thinks about the kind of people in those football parties; to be honest she’s just thought about the food and the dresses. “I didn’t wanna like, cock-block you. Girls would think you’re taken,” she shamelessly hairflips, giggling a little. “I can teach the girlfriends and the wives about clay and paint,” she shrugs. “It’s not like they’re the real housewives of new jersey or anything, right?” 

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“I hope being the first Weston Park is good enough for you,” he teases. “Now isn’t the time to feel modest about you Brazilian adventure.” He’s only pretending to scold her, Brazilian girls are hot -- well the ones who end up as supermodels are hot so he doesn’t blame her for seeing what it’s like to get into bed with a pretty person. “You can’t clean it up now, the truth is out there you got hot ‘n heavy with some Brazilian guy for a whole month while on Vacation. What does that mean? I know I travel for games but I come back don’t I?” Maybe she meant long term friendship and not long distance, Weston finds himself sighing as well as he shakes his head, “not if I told them you were my friend since the beginning of time and how I think you’re secretly allergic to me,” he chuckled, ruffling her hair after her hair-flip. “I don’t know I don’t hangout with them, that’s a good ice breaker, you and the girls go to Color Me Mine after a couple glasses of wine.”