COMPASS

❝ tell me what we're fighting for, it's turning to an all out war. i'll find a way to fix these broken pieces and let go. i'm tryna find a way back home, if it takes until I'm skin and bones- i'll find a way to fix these broken pieces, and {{ let go }} ❞ lennon aspen ramos .

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Preston could practically hear the happiness radiate from his best friend’s voice. Even though he rarely told her, if not, never; he honestly thought the best part about her as a person was her smile. It made her entire face light up and to witness such a phenomena was the most interesting thing his eyes. The wacky haired boy continued to mischievously to brush his fingers along her sides, his frame hovered midway over hers as he steadied himself with his other hand on the sofa. He didn’t understand why she was blushing so much considering what he was doing was normal, but noticing such a small detail was going to be enough to hold it over her head. 

What snapped him out of his mischievousness, however, was when she grabbed him by the wrist. She was hardly ever bold enough to stop him from his childish antics, but there she was, causing shameless chills to run up and down his spine like a giddy schoolgirl. He simply looked at her with a steady and vaguely confused expression. “I –I do what I want!” He proclaimed suddenly after a moment of just staring quietly into her eyes. He could have easily yanked his hand away from her, but it felt nice. Quite different, and a bit weird, if he were honest. He would have gotten up off of her too, but he wasn’t feeling up to it. Cheeky bastard. “Tired from what? You have literally been home all day. I’ve been home all day.” Preston laughed as his head unconsciously tilted forward, accidentally bumping his forehead with hers. 

“What, me?” He asked, sounding offended with the revelation. He shot her an faux insulted look, his mouth hung open, but he soon recovered after he shot her flirtatious smile. “Too pretty for you, Len? I thought you would have been immune to my ravishing good looks by now.” She curled away from him, and Preston somehow gravitated closer. He had no clue as to why he was doing what he was doing. Perhaps he was bored, but he couldn’t deny that the lighting made Lennon look so……beautiful, and the dumb boy couldn’t help himself. He was in trouble, he was stupidly captivated. “Maybe you’re the one being distracting. How about you stop it?” He retorted nonchalantly, before finally realizing how touchy he was being with the girl. He awkwardly leaned back a millimeter, but obviously not enough to break physical contact.

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Lennon could feel his fingers teasingly brush across her sides, the light brush of his fingertips sending her heart racing in her chest and the blood rushing to her cheeks. She knew-- Preston had to have been messing with her. She merely glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, trying to frown to show she meant serious business but a smile kept trying to creep it’s way onto her pink lips.

Lennon always had had a sort of soft spot for Preston. Whether it was because they’d been best friends since grade school, or if it were because she had unspeakable emotions running rampant for him sitting at the back of her chest, she’d always felt a certain sort of attachment to him. Emotionally? Probably. Len never wanted to explore it, get too deep and then catch feelings for her best friend. And yet, with him propped up beside her with his fingers trailing over her side and mirroring that same, bright smile she knew and loved, it was hard to keep her heart from fluttering so suddenly.

“Preston,” Lennon mumbled, another laugh falling from her lips as she pointed that same all-knowing stare she usually shot towards him, an eyebrow raised and a coy smile spread across her face. “Ravishing good looks, hm?” she laughed again, her hand that previously had hold of his wrist going up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “If anything, those looks are what’s distracting,” she playfully shot back, reaching over to nudge his shoulder back just a tad. She rolled her eyes and turned back towards the tv, leaning back into the couch as she absentmindedly ran her fingers over the small strip of the couch’s fabric between them, “What do you mean I’m the one being distracting? Aren’t you the one who started it?” she drew out in curiosity. “You’re close, Pres. You’re the one initiating everything, dork,” she continued, glancing back at him a smile. It would’ve been wise to scoot back over more, but there was no space to move over more. Preston had managed to get Lennon to the farthest edge of the couch-- they were close in proximity, really close. Lennon held her gaze, if she really wanted to, she could count the veins of grey that tinted his mirroring green eyes. How they sparkled even in the dim lighting with the same curiosity she was drawn to as a child. But instead, she cleared her throat, tearing her stare away once again, folding both hands into her lap as she curled her legs underneath herself. “You’re the one being distracting, you can’t point fingers. ‘s not fair.”

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For as long as Preston could remember, there was never a time when he didn’t have the lovely Lennon Ramos by his side. Throughout all of his awkward teenage phases and various, VARIOUS heartbreaks; the one who faithfully followed him through the thick and thin was his best friend of over ten years. Nothing ever seemed to change drastically between the two throughout their friendship, seeing as their emotions for each other were both placid and extremely platonic.. at least, thats what he could only assume.

It wasn’t that he thought the girl sitting next to him was awful on the eyes.. if anything, there were a few times when he caught himself get lost in the captivating shine of her emerald green orbs and the angelic ringing of her laugh. But then he had to remind himself that this girl – the girl who practically grew up with him – was just a friend. Lennon would always be his friend.. hell, she would always be his little sister, no matter the circumstances. The boy was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt the random brush of tiny fingers against his own. He glanced over at the raven haired girl and shot her both a bewildered look and a smile. The poor girl looked like she coming in and out of a deep sleep.. and to her defense, the movie was quite a drag. A low laughter soon bubbled out of his mouth as he tilted his head back in amusement. 

“Calm down, Len! It wasn’t like you touched something else.” His brows wiggled slowly in a teasing fashion before he set the bowl of popcorn on their coffee table and reached over to tickle her on the sides. His large frame shifted slightly as his other hand grabbed a handful of popcorn and shoved it in his mouth. “Wake up, you bum! The good part is about to begin!” Preston had been saying that for the past forty minutes, and yet the movie felt like it was barely getting to its point. “…Wake up.. or I’ll tickle you for real.”

[lennonbye-blog]

The pair were friends. Strictly friends-- all the way back from when they played tag in the backyard, to riding the bus together as teens in high school, they’d always been that pair of best friends. But with age came new realizations, like how Lennon began to find herself lost and completely distracted in Preston’s mirrored green eyes in conversation, or the way his smile seemed to tug a similar expression on the corners of her lips, regardless of her mood. He was her best friend-- he’d always be her best friend. Always. But there was a curious bubble of emotions rising from beneath her heart that she couldn’t exactly make out. Was it more than something platonic for Preston? Lennon didn’t know-- and she wasn’t too sure she even wanted to know. Would anything be worth risking their tight bond as friends? And surely he wouldn’t ever have caught the same sudden butterflies erupting from his chest whenever he was around Lennon, no way. But for Len? It happened, more often than she’d like to admit. What was happening to her?

“Stop it, Preston!” she squealed, laughter erupting from her body as a smile stretched out across her features, an even pinker hue attacking her cheeks as she squirmed away from his hand. She took hold of the hand that was tickling her by the wrist, gripping it in her steady grasp as she shook her head almost as if she were scolding him. “Don’t tickle me!” She was holding his wrist. Just as quickly as she took hold of his wrist, the realization that she was being touchy hit her, so she let g. She pulled her hand away and turned back away from him, her fingers going up to rub at the skin of her own wrist out of nervous habit. “’m just tired,” she replied, settling her gaze back on the television. She hesitated for a beat before she gave him one last glance from the corner of her eyes, studying him momentarily-- “You’re distracting me, Preston,” she commented, looking back away, curling herself against the armrest of the sofa, silently praying he wouldn’t catch the sudden heat that rose to her face in the dim living room lighting. “Stop being distracting! Maybe I’d like this movie more if you weren’t messing around like this. Dork.”

[lennonbye-blog]

having a roommate had it’s perks and cons-- but when one is rooming with their best friend, it felt like the pros always outweighed the cons. preston was lennon’s ultimate best friend, for as long as she could recall, it’d always been them both. an insperable pair bonded by a multitude of inside jokes and months worth of spending time together. they were platonic in the best sense-- except, aside from the fact that somewhere in the depths of lennon’s brain, feelings were beginning to sprout unwillingly from a seed planted from when she was just a small girl. they were easy to push aside, it wasn’t like either of them had ever acted on anything that wasn’t platonic. so, just as easy as it sounds, lennon simply ignored her feelings. friendship was much, much more important to her in every sense of the meaning.

her green gaze was trained on the television in front of them, a bowl of popcorn propped up between the two bodies. typical roomie night in-- movies, food, and whatever else the pair desired. except tonight’s movie was a bore. lennon felt her eyes glazing over, her train of thought was slowly drifting farther away from the movie and more on the thought of sleep. lazily, she reached into the half-empty bowl of popcorn, meaning to pick a few puffs but instead, her nimble fingers brushed across preston’s hand by accident. “oh,” she mumbled, immediately glanced back towards the boy before clearing her throat, heat attacking her cheeks. “sorry, pres,” she spoke up quickly, snatching her hand away from the bowl, tearing her lingering stare away from preston to hide the pink tint to her ivory skin. as if she weren’t awkward and embarrassing enough, she juts had to blush and look away like brushing hands was a big deal. good job, lennon.