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The ones who say perfection is unattainable are the ones without a single drop of ambition in their coursing through their veins. Leah Andrews. Twenty-One. Blogger

[leah-andrews]

tripp-shephard·:

The truth was that Leah was one of the first things on his mind when the siren went off. He had casually been looking for her in the church, pulling out his phone to text her only to stuff it back in his pocket. Was it his place to do that anymore? He was debating on it when she had shown up, looking a little worse for the wear. Relief hit him, and he hadn’t realized how tense he felt until he saw her insisting on cleaning her up. “Hey, I’m a medical professional. I’ll be the one to judge where the resources are used.” He was pulling out something to clean the cut when he noticed the way she held her hands. “Leah, let me see.”

The thumping in her chest was loud enough to drown out his words, even with their close proximity Leah found herself having to shift her focus to his lips in hopes of it helping her understand him. She couldn’t tell if it was the panic of the storm, the fear wedged in her chest, or the lingering feelings she couldn’t seem to rid herself of. “No─” she protested, pulling her hands closer. “It’s fine, I just fell but it’s not serious.” There were scratches left from when she’d hit the concrete, but nothing that put her life in any immediate danger. “I’m fine, really.”

[leah-andrews]

tripp-shephard‌:

“You really got yourself there,” Tripp grimaced using the limited supplies from the churches first aid kit to clean the cut. “You hurt anywhere else?”

Leah winced as his fingers brushed against her cut cheek, bruised purple and blue. Jarring against her porcelain skin. She kept her gaze fixed on the church doors, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to keep herself still. “I’m sure.” She lied, pressing her scratched up palms against her bare thighs. “It’s not that bad. You should be saving the supplies for something more serious than a small cut.”

[leah-andrews]

Text | Cody & Leah

Cody: So much for a fucking rager.

Cody: You ok?

Leah: Yeah, I think so. You?

[leah-andrews]

willow-deighton·:

“Oh definitely. I would never be able to get up on that stage and sing in front of everyone. I’d be so worried I’d mess up.”

“And then you have to worry about hecklers, or worse, vomiting on the people front stage.”

[leah-andrews]

tripp-shephard·:

“Oh, absolutely. It takes guts to get up there. They are all just lucky we didn’t sign up. Our rendition of A Whole New World would have swept the competition.”

“I don’t think they could handle your high notes. They’re definitely out of this world─not too late to sign up.”

[leah-andrews]

“Okay so I’ll admit it some of these people actually suck, but I still think it’s commendable that they’re at least willing to get up on stage. Don’t you agree?”

[leah-andrews]

talan-costa·:

“I think it’s about time I get a drink in my hand,” Talan grinned, raising his brows as he finally shut down the truck for the night.

“Too bad you’re shutting down so early. You know what goes great with a drink in your hand? A taco in your other hand.

[leah-andrews]

talan-costa·:

Talan smiled and shook his head. “You’re gonna feel bad when I’m being pushed into the cruiser, I guarantee it. Will you come visit me?” He asked, brow rising a touch. “Seriously? Who the hell are you?” He asked, quirking his own brow at her, but turning to clean the grill off while he waited for an answer. With a laugh, he twirled back to face her with a too-pleased grin on his lips, bending down to let his elbows fall on the counter, leaning down more to her eye level. “Told you,” he grinned, grabbing a chip from her plate and plopping it in his mouth.

“I don’t know if I’ll have enough to visit you. I sort of live a very busy life─but I’d send you a postcard from whatever beautiful town I’m in. It might cheer you up while you’re serving life in prison.” Leah couldn’t hold back the laugh, a smile set on her lips. She let off a light shrug of her shoulders, returning her attention to her place in front of her. “No one special, just a girl with an instagram account.” She took another bite before picking her phone up, fingers moving across the screen as she finished tagging the picture before posting. “Hey─I didn’t say I was willing to share my chips. That one chip will be the difference between feeling full and still being hungry. You now owe me.”

[leah-andrews]

jaredcarrington·:

“But you would call me out on it. What does that say about you?”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be one of those that didn’t call you out. I’d probably be the first to call you out.”

[leah-andrews]

roxanne--woodruff·:

“I don’t think that there is any love in there.”

“What do you mean there’s no love in there? There’s all the love, the sweetest toughest love, all for you.”

[leah-andrews]

texts | lily + leah

Lily: Maybe I am hanging out in those types of places! I'm free this weekend! I just have work Sunday morning.

Leah: I feel like I don't know who you are anymore! Kidding. Call into work Sunday.

[leah-andrews]

tripp-shephard·:

“You don’t have to say it,” Tripp put his hand out as if to stop the other from speaking. “I’ll say it for you. You missed me. I know you missed me.”

“Tripp─” His name sounded foreign to her ears as she spoken, hazel eyes wide in surprise. There was a flurry of butterflies in her stomach, something she’d never stop feeling. “Okay, I won’t say it. How long have you been back for?”

[leah-andrews]

Text ✉️ Leah & Remy

Remy: What spice girl do you identify with the most?

Leah: Can I pick all of them?

[leah-andrews]

texts | lily + leah

Lily: Oh yeah, once it was just all weird dudes in the dark stroking themselves things went down hill. I have no idea, maybe? We should try!

Leah: For a second I forgot what we were talking about and I was about to ask you what kind of places you've been hanging out in. When are you free?!

[leah-andrews]

texts | lily + leah

Lily: Oooh ohh oohhhh yes! Remember back in the day when Chatroulette was a thing and we used to spend houuurss on that at all of our sleepovers?

Leah: Chatroulette was so fun at first! Then all the Omegle creeps switched over to it. Is that still a thing?

[leah-andrews]

talan-costa:

“I’ll probably spiral out of control. End up either arrested or dead by the end of the year. But it’s no pressure,” Talan deadpanned with a shrug of his shoulders. “Mhm,” he shook his head, in truth, she was right, but the mhm was easier. His brows laced together when she pulled out her phone. “Did you just come here to instagram your food or did you come here to eat it?” He let out in sarcastic, playful disgust. But it seemed every young girl who came through took twenty pictures of their plate before they took a bite, and the truth was, it was free marketing. “You just want to be able to hide the way that taco lights your world up,” he argued and rolled his eyes as he conceded and spun around, finding some busy work in cleaning up behind the counter.

“You can try to guilt me over it but you’ve got no room since I did come with a disclaimer. You we were warned and yet proceeded. I hope you like your bunkmate in prison.” Leah knew that for a place like this, it was common for the customer to take snaps of whatever their order was. It was clear in the playful tone of disgust he took with her. Leah glanced up at him, quirking an eyebrow at him before rolling her eyes at him. “I have 1.7 million followers on Instagram, are you really complaining?” Leah waited until he’d busied himself, eyes looking up at him every few seconds before finally allowing herself to take a bite. Her hand came up, covering her mouth as she chewed and nodded as if he were watching. “I take back every mean thing I’ve ever said to you.These are amazing.” 

[leah-andrews]

talan-costa:

“I’d rather have you drop my happiness, the tacos are precious,” Talan jested with amusement in his voice. The grill was turned high enough that it didn’t take long before he was shoveling the meat the veggies on the tortillas. “Didn’t you mention never having fajita style chicken tacos? Entirely different,” he shook his head with a grin, spinning toward her and setting the tacos in front of her. He fixed a bowl of tortilla chips and placed that in front of her as well. “Maybe that was my end goal all along,” he rose his brows, hands on the counter just as he had before, leaning over slightly. “Medium, hot, or corn salsa?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Catch me off guard and I’ll end up dropping both, no tacos and no happiness. How will you handle that?” Leah laughed as her eyes dropped to the food. They looked better than she’d expected, mouth watering at the sight but she wasn’t sure if that had anything to do with the hunger rumbling in her stomach. “True, but I’ve had chicken fajitas before and I’ve had tacos. So I doubt it’s much different.” Now she was just arguing for the sake of it, refusing to concede to him just yet. It smelled even better than it looked, it was clear to her that she’d be eating her words as soon as she finished eating her tacos. Leah pulled out her phone and stood up, placing the chips close enough to be in the shot but not enough for them to be the main focus. Her attention focused purely on the food in front of her, making sure she got the perfect shot. As she set her phone down she turned to him once more and bit down on her lip, “could you turn around or something? I tend to get messy─I have a thing about people watching me eat.”