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“Sometimes I like working as a bar waitress but sometimes I don’t– Wish men could lay off sometimes, I’m just trying to do my fricking job.” She let out an angry huff while pushing her hair out of her face. “Sorry– just stressed out.”
“No no, don’t apologise at all,” Leighton smiled at the woman sweetly. “Not that I’ve experienced it myself, but I can just imagine how frustrating it must be for you.”
I know it’s kind of early but I was thinking of Halloween but I honestly can’t wait to watch Hocus Pocus over and over while stuffing my face with candy corn.
“Who says it has to be Halloween to watch Hocus Pocus and get all hyped up on sugar? Seriously, Cam. Hocus Pocus is perfect all year around.”
Do you ever wonder where your missing socks go? Don’t laugh it’s a legit question. I can’t count the number of times that I’ve lost a sock after doing laundry.
"I’m not even laughing. More like trying to wrap my head around the fact that you actually do laundry, if we’re being honest. But to answer your question, no. I’ve never had missing socks before.”
We could lie like this for centuries, watch cities rise and empires fall, watch stars die and gods grow weary, until we are the only ones left.
A. Davida Jane, Mortal Shoulders (via lunarwrites)
text: Open
Ian:Help
Ian: I think I've been enjoying the festival a little too much
Ian: I have a killer headache
Leighton: Sorry. Who is this?
Leighton: And have you tried the first aid tent? They should have aspirin and water.
at the gentle encouragement, wesley took the liberty of sliding into the booth across from the brunette. he was a little grateful, because the rest of the cafe seemed more crowded than usual and he’d hate to be a burden on anybody else. “everyone needs a little power nap,” he spoke kindly.
“I definitely can’t argue with that,” Leighton nodded in agreement with the male. “I am glad that you came by when you did, though. If I had drifted off into actual sleep, I would have been here for hours.”
“I know. I’ve suffered your case of exhaustion many times.” Amused, Carolyn smiled. Even if the two girls mostly saw each other at events or whenever their parents needed like-minded company, she knew Leighton’s quirks and her wants that were left unsaid. Shooting the other girl a knowing look, Carolyn waved a waiter to the table ordered another coffee as well as some cakes. “So, are boring public events that tire you still boring?” she joked, fingers subconsciously circling the rim of her coffee mug. “I’m trying not to get addicted to caffeine, but it really does do wonders on bad days.”
One of the best things about being friends with Carolyn was that the blonde knew first hand how hectic her life could be. There weren’t many people who truly knew or understood how hard it could be at times. And that was something she was thankful for. “Boring is an absolute understatement,” she shook her head, even though she knew Carolyn was joking. “They’re so repetitive, you’d think they would mix it up a bit. Hire a different live string band or something.” She let out a deep sigh. “While you’re trying not to get addicted, I already am. I swear, I cannot function properly these days without coffee these days.”
His smile didn’t fade as he watched her take the sip of the brand new coffee he brought for her. “Don’t mention it,” he waved his hand dismissing the gesture. “So what’s going on? Looked like you were taking the train to Snoozeville.” He took a sip of his own iced coffee.
Leighton simply shrugged, before taking another sip of her coffee. “Oh, you know. A party here, an event there, mixing and mingling with some people that I’d rather not. The usual,” she explained. “How about you? What have you been up to lately? It’s been a while.”
I’m a great believer in my morning coffee, both for ritual and for the daily murders it prevents on my part.
“Well, you would think that after I didn’t listen to you early a million times, you’d know that I was dead set on living the rest of our lives ready to scare the hell out of you at the drop of a hat”, he argued out in a mess of a babble as his grip around the slender girl remained firm but gentle. The thing with this friendship had always been that air and need to protect her. Leighton had been someone that never needed her to protect them, but she was someone that deserved to have all the ugly and bad in the world kept far away. Jonas did what he could to prevent that in their friendship in anyway he could. But ultimately, it meant that he would never pick up a hockey stick again before he hurt the girl he grasped on to.
The water was a cool welcome from the hot and humid day. He didn’t care that his shoes were now soaked, or the fact that he was stuck finishing her law in wet jeans. He also knew that her family was more than okay with these interruptions, but that didn’t mean he took advantage of them. However, spending time with Lei was something that just couldn’t be helped. Call him an attention whore, but he loved whenever she’d draw out his job for hours just for a simply conversation. “I think we’re even now, especially since you were completely ignoring me earlier. I even said hello and you just kept on reading. Where is the Jonas love?”
“You could think that, I suppose. But you know me. Wishful thinking and all,” she shrugged a shoulder. “However, I don’t know where you pulled the rest of our lives from, though. Who says we’re going to be friends that long?” She was joking, of course - in reality, she hoped they’d be in each others lives until they were grey and in an old folks home. She couldn’t imagine a life without Jonas in it, and she didn’t want to.
It wasn’t unusual for the two to hang out like this while Jonas was working; it was one of the better parts of her day. Her sundress clung to her body, but she didn’t mind. She was just thankful that she hadn’t been wearing any shoes. “Excuse me, I was not ignoring you. I was just oblivious to you,” she playfully glared at him. “You know how I get when those fashion magazines come out." It wasn’t an unusual thing to occur; when it came to fashion, Leighton entered her own little word and it was often hard to pull her back out. “Right, okay, but Jonas love,” she nodded. “If you want it, you’re going to have to come and get it,” she challenged, before kicking off and gliding through the water away from him without waiting for a word.
grace already knew the festival was going to be fun —— she’d pissed off too many people in the planning committee for it not to be —— more than that, though, she was spending the afternoon with leighton. sometimes it felt like her friend was the sand in an hourglass, always slipping by her, and grace was still figuring out how to cup her time and attention in the shallows of her palms. “ my capable hands, ” grace corrected, swiping out of her email and into her camera roll to take a snap of leighton doing something normal for a change. “ hold on, hold on. before we scout out jonas by the food trucks or hit the inflatables, smile, lei lei. ”
“Your perfectly manicured capable hands,” Leighton giggled, correcting herself - and Grace - even further. This was a sense of normalcy that Leighton had been longing for lately; between all the high profile events and her internship (yes, even throughout the summer), she hardly had any down time to do whatever she wanted. “You know what?” she asked as she leaned down beside Grace who was getting ready to snap a photo. “Forget Jonas. I was kind of thinking it could be just the two of us today,” she suggested, slinging an arm over the girl’s shoulders, a grin speaking it’s way across her face as she looked at the camera. “You know I love him and all, but a Leighton-Grace date day is super long overdue.”
“ okay, so. ” grace is looking at the festival’s schedule on her phone, a firm believer that fun can be organised. —— or, at least, it can be when she’s on the events management team. “ we have to be back at the main stage for six, but everything else is free game until then. what do you want to do ? have you seen the hair braiding stand ? that was my idea — the glitter beads have been a major hit already. ”
Looking at the smaller brunette in front of her, Leighton was reminded of just how organised Grace could really be. It was no surprise to her, of course; it was something she had learned in the couple of years the two had been friends. “You know I’m completely down for anything you want to do, baby girl,” she informed her with a genuine smile. Leighton wasn’t really fussed about what they did, it just mattered to her that she spent quality time with her best friend. And, when it came to events like this, it was Grace territory. “I’m leaving our itinerary for the day in your hands.”
Text|| Lei
Jonas: you know what. You're uninvited. I'm an amazing cook!
Leighton: You know what? I'm totally okay with that. You and I have different ideas on what amazing is. You do remember you gave me food poisoning last time, right?
