* 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕.𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬.𝓫𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰

[fyelitecast]

[lennoxpng]

sntgrge·:

honestly, remy agreed: insecurity didn’t suit him and he didn’t like the feel or the look of it; the mere thought that lennox could see it so easily had his eyes darting down to stare between their bodies, lips tightly together as his jaw clenched. as charming and good looking as lennox was, it was annoying that he could spot things like that. 

𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒊'𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

suddenly, remy’s eyes were glistening as his head lifted to fix his gaze on the man in front of him, seconds away from saying something incredibly nasty and leaving him there to blast music in his room. but he didn’t get a chance to, because suddenly lennox was backtracking — not exactly apologising — and as insensitive as it might’ve been to anyone else, it seemed remy was a bit of a sucker for assholes. for example: 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘.

scoffing softly, the brit twisting his lips to try and mask the smirk forming on his face and he stared at lennox, expression stoic as he momentarily took in all those little details once more. then, finally—-“i don’t say this about a lot of people, but i wish i’d never met you,” his voice was hoarse, quiet and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, why’d he’d said it. there were people you met in your life that you thought about sometimes, maybe if you were reminded of them by something, but lennox was hard to forget — even when his music wasn’t playing on the radio, remy wondered what he was doing, who he was doing it with and why—-why not him? “and it’s fuckin’ annoyin’ that you’re stood in front of me looking like this.”

𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 habit of putting his foot in his mouth, it seemed. the boy in front of him looked, arguably, a bit pissed off. the most annoying thing about this specific personality trait, though, was the fact that he didn’t even have to try -- it just naturally came to him and he’d be left trying to figure out how to pick up the pieces after yet another insensitive comment.

“i’m sure a lot of people would agree with you on that one,” he said as a throw-away comment, not really knowing what else to say to that. it was hard to decipher whether he meant it in an earth-shattering-you’ve-changed-my-life kind of way or the i-hate-your-guts kind of way ( lennox hoped it was the former ). he wasn’t sure where they stood as of right now, remy’s facial expressions not giving him any hints as to which way the relationship was leaning.

“looking so... attractive? dashing? punchable?” he had half a mind to just up and leave, remy didn’t seem too thrilled to be in his company despite everything, but those dimples, that smile kept him glued to the spot. “for someone that seems so annoyed by my not calling you’re really on the offense, huh?” he cocked his head to the side, watching remy’s face for any sign of his wavering position. "think maybe you might be over-compensating?"

[hudsonmildred]

[lennoxpng]

nixfms·:

 knew  that  he  could  be  walking  himself  into  a  disaster  right  now.    didn’t  know  what  lennox  had  going  on  in  his  life  since  they  broke  up    ,    didn’t  except  anything  monogamous  from  him  in  a  situation  like  this.    but  that  didn’t  stop  him.    wouldn’t  stop  him  from  going  after  what  he  wanted.    even  if  it  was  just  stole  kisses  and  empty  promises.    would  take  what  he  could  get  at  this  point.    wasn’t  afraid  of  a  little  heartbreak  after  what  he  did.    ❛    m’right  here.    ❜    mumbles  it  against  his  lips    ,    knows  he  wants  to  say  more  but  focuses  on  kissing  him    ;    almost  like  he’s  trying  to  prove  a  point.    prove  that  he’s  here.    that  he’s  serious.    maybe  they  should  talk  about  what  the  fuck  this  means    ,    but  he  figured  they  can  have  that  conversation  later.   when  he  wasn’t  so  focused  on  the  closeness  of  their  bodies.   ❛    i  mean  it.    i’m  not  going  anywhere.    and  that  can  mean  as  much  or  as  little  as  you  want  it  to.    ❜

"𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍, as much or as little as i want it to? you’re saying if i suggested right now we run off and get married you’d be game?” as soon as lennox knew what in the hell he wanted ( if ever -- there’d been no prior history of it ) nix would be the first to know. as of right now he knew he wanted nix in his bed. for the night? for the week? his forethought stopped there. lennox leaned forward, resting his forehead against the taller male’s shoulder. he’d wanted to keep a low profile before coming in here, but now it occurred to him that maybe that wasn’t going to be possible -- not with nix here. “well too bad for you,” he mumbled, peppering small kisses along his collarbone, over his shirt. “i don’t believe in the institution of marriage, simply goes against my principles ‘n all.” 

[lennoxpng]

samifm·:

 for  a  boy  so  sweet  and  kind  some  people  were  surprised  that  sami  could  easily  be  a  bad  influence  depending  on  who  he  was  around.    as  quick  as  he  would  influence  someone  to  make  a  good  choice    ,    he  would  turn  around  and  enable  bad  habits.    just  depended.    and  with  lennox    ?    it  was  always  bad.    but  it  was  an  intoxicating  friendship.    lennox  was  someone  that  sami  just  couldn’t  seem  to  detach  himself  from.    his  partner  in  crime.    wouldn’t  stop  being  his  friend  for  anything.    ❛    so  what  you’re  saying  is  that  you  think  i’m  hot  and  that  faking  people  into  thinking  i  actually  wanted  to  be  with  them  was  the  right  thing  to  do    ?    ❜    tone  is  serious    ,    though  he’s  not  actually  making  that  assumption  at  all.    ❛    no.    you  just  get  a  plain    ,    boring  water  and  you  get  to  watch  me  have  drinks.    i’m  officially  your  good  influence  friend.    ❜    as  if    !

"𝐈'𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 if the media ostracized me every time i led some bimbo on i doubt my band would still have a lead singer. i’d probably be a recluse in austria milking cows and telling the village people about when i used to be famous.” lennox shrugged, people ( he ) had done worse things. lennox had probably been right beside sami when he’d gave those people false hope, cheering him on no doubt and telling him what a lad he was. “if you think i’m having anything less than at least four tequila shots, you’re very sorely mistaken.” drinking alone -- although it had his time and place ( every night before he’d come here ) -- wasn’t as desirable as drinking with sami, and he was glad he had his partner in crime back beside him. “if they’re not free it’s on you.” 

[lennoxpng]

jasper-copeland·:

𝒂  𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆  𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉  tumbled  from  his  lips  at  his  friend’s  list  .  ❛   you’ve  just  about  said  every  single  thing  i  don’t  miss  .  ❜  jasper  shook  his  head  as  memories  of  forced  socialisation  resurfaced  in  his  mind  ,  cringing  at  the  thought  of  having  to  talk  to  people  he  didn’t  want  to  ,  spend  time  in  places  he  absolutely detested  .  he  really  had  the  poorest  social  skills  .   ❛  i  don’t  know  how  you  do  it  ,  teach  me  to  be  as  cool  as  you  .  ❜

"𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 that can be taught, i’m afraid. it’s like common sense, you either have it or you don’t.” lennox took a sip of the drink he held, turning to face jasper. “you, my friend, do not have it. rest assured your cool points increase by being in proximity to me. so there’s that.” lennox didn’t know if it was the partying or the drugs he missed more ( the two went hand in hand ) but something about being trapped here without either of them was suffocating.

[lennoxpng]

nixfms·:

 knew  that  this  went  against  every  reason  he  had  agreed  to  do  the  show    ,    but  this  wasn’t  some  rebellion  against  this  management.    wasn’t  doing  this  because  he  wanted  to  get  back  at  them.    although  he’d  be  lying  if  he  said  it  didn’t  feel  good  to  piss  them  off    ,    this  wasn’t  just  to  spite  his  management  team.    this  was  what  he  had  wanted  since  he  made  the  stupid  decision  to  break  things  off.    lets  his  hands  drag  down  to  his  hips    ,    a  soft  grip  placed  against  his  body    ,    almost  to  say    please  stay.    ❛    why  shouldn’t  we    ?    ❜    asks  only  before  kissing  lennox  again    ,    can’t  keep  his  lips  away  from  the  others  that  long.    might  start  thinking  too  hard  about  what  all  of  this  means.    ❛    you  want  to  stop    ?    we  can.    but  who  care  about  what  we  should  do    ?    what  do  you  want    ?    ❜    can  only  hope  the  answer  is  him.    all  thought  of  his  management  team  were  completely  irrelevant  at  this  point.

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 to think about what he wanted using his brain when there was another part of him taking up all the energy and blood supply. how could he be expected to make a grounded, rational decision when nix’s body was against his, his fingers digging into his skin in a way that drove him crazy? in that moment he didn't care about fair or sound judgement, only him. his hands moved down nix’s chest, shaking his head slowly to himself. “right now i want you.” that much he knew, but he didn’t want to be led on or lead on, he didn’t want a repeat of what happened last time. he wanted nix to be sure, to know deep down that no matter what his managers or his fans said that lennox would be worth it ( which in his opinion, he wasn’t ). 

[jasper-copeland]

𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 : lounge  𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : @lennoxpng​

𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒅  𝒐𝒖𝒕  of  the  bedroom  ,  hair  un  -  tamed  ,  clothes  unchanged  and  overall  looking  like  some  sort  of  sleep  -  deprived  zombie  .  tired  eyes  searched  for  anyone  he  knew  ,  a  sigh  of  relief  falling  from  his  lips  as  he  spotted  his  friend  only  a  short  distance  from  him  .  he  plopped  down  beside  lennox  ,  struggling  – and  failing –  to  hold  back  a  yawn  .  ❛  when  can  we  go  hooome  ? ❜  jasper  whined  . ❛  i  miss  the  fish  and  chips  from  around  the  corner . ❜  the  copeland  boy  sighed  as  he  let  his  head  fall  down  to  lennox’s  shoulder  ,  heavy  eyes  already  threatening  to  fall  in  sleep  .

[lennoxpng]

𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 his best to give the producers no footage of him to use -- which meant he was doing as little as he could in the way of controversy ( not that he’d succeeded -- he’d kissed nix his first day here ). luckily, he had his bandmate and life-long friend jasper to keep him in line. “i miss parties,” he groaned, head falling back, eyes closing in exasperation. “i miss bottle service and clubs, and skinny blonds that will fuck you just on the off-chance you decide to write a song about them... fish and chips, too, i guess.”

[lennoxpng]

sntgrge·:

it wasn’t hard to notice the subtle changes in lennox’ expression and as much as that gave remy a feeling of hope, he tried his hardest to keep his own expression as stoic as possible, determined not to give in to the way those fucking big puppy eyes would stare back at him or the way his mouth would move before he spoke, as if he was thinking about what to say first. 

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆? yes. 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.

there was a subtle frown on remy’s face as his green hues stared very intently at brown, teeth gritted and jaw sturdy. he was trying his hardest to lie, but like word-vomit, it was simply too hard, especially looking at lennox in such high definition since the last time he saw him. sure, the memory was hazy, but he wasn’t going to forget his body and the way his face looked any time soon.

“i do,” remy finally spoke, voice hoarse. tilting his chin upwards slightly, as if to try and save any dignity he had left, the boy’s nostrils flared slightly as he exhaled shakily through them and his hand tightened around his diary. “you’ve no idea,” he added, feeling almost stupid to be holding the one thing that could prove how honest he was being; nights of getting mad at himself for letting it be just one night, for letting lennox get on with his life without trying to get under his skin and stay there — all inside his diary. “but don’t you have better things to do than me?” there might’ve been some bitterness in his words, even if he knew he was also at fault; possibly jealous of the stories he’d heard about lennox since and wondering why he was never worthy of anything more — so why now? because they were living in a house together?

"𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔," he finally said after a brief pause. better things to do, what the fuck was that supposed to mean? surely he had the same number of better things to do on the night they’d spent together before? if he was trying to come up with an excuse not to have a repeat night he was going to have to come up with something better than that, because lennox obviously wasn’t going to give up that easily. not when he’d be spending the foreseeable future forced to stare at that perfect face day in, day out.

“clearly not if i’m here talking to you,” he shrugged, was he more hurt than he’d let on? it seemed like it. “--i didn’t mean it like that. i just, you’re what i want to do right now. isn’t that enough?” did he expect him to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness? yes, he didn’t call ( that was a shitty thing to do ), but here he was, in person, apologizing. 

“in case you hadn’t noticed you’re kinda like one of the best looking people here,” he gestured around to solidify his point. “not including me, of course, but you get what i mean.” maybe flattery was the way to get him to give him a break, he resolved. 

[micahqs-deactivated20210117]

closed starter for @lennoxpng​ !  — location: the pool.

MILO WAS FINALLY coming to terms with his fate locked up in this house for God knows how long: if he wanted to rebuild his reputation, he had no other option so he might as well just accept that and do something else besides hiding in his room. in an attempt to get himself more out there: he finds himself relaxing by the pool as he drinks his favorite summer cocktail. ‘not bad’, he thinks to himself as he’s just there enjoying the morning sun… that is, until someone shows up to ruin his perfect peaceful little moment. “great…”, he mumbles to himself as he rests his head against the pool chair, closing his eyes for a few seconds as a big sigh manages to escape him. “ uhm, yeah… could you please move?? you are blocking the view ”, he gestures, there isn’t any view to see there but he just wants to piss the other off. besides, he knows the other will give a stupid answer so things blow out of proportion right there. maybe a little bit of show would give the people something else to gossip about him instead of the thing he so desperately wanted everyone to forget and move on from.

[lennoxpng]

𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 here a few days, but already lennox was running out of things to do. the bar had just opened and he was on his first tequila on the rocks ( 1942, of course ) of the night. he was sat admiring the view, drink in hand, when a high-pitched voice interrupted his internal debate on whether or not he could sneak off to get high before dinner. he turned around at the voice, eyebrows raised in annoyance. “don’t be stupid -- i’m the better view.” he rolled his eyes, of course it was him. it seemed along with all the people he liked in this house, the producers just had to throw in some people he couldn’t stand. “you could always, i don’t know, move yourself? or has my wish finally come true? maybe some sort of paralyzing, disfiguring accident?”

[lennoxpng]

nixfms·:

 wasn’t  sure  what  was  going  to  happen  in  a  few  weeks    ,    let  alone  a  few  days.    decided  pretty  quickly  that  it  didn’t  matter    !    wanted  to  do  something  for  himself.    even  if  he  had  no  idea  what  it  was  going  to  bring  in  the  long  run.    maybe  they  would  never  be  the  same    ,    but  that  was  okay.    would  never  forgive  himself  if  he  didn’t  try  to  put  himself  first  for  once.    but  lennox  first  like  he  should’ve  the  whole  time.    was  fully  away  that  the  nature  of  their  environment  could  heavily  effect  things     (    not  to  mention  his  jealous  nature    )    but  he’d  deal  with  that  piece  by  piece.           ❛    allowed.    ❜    he  chuckled  out  softly.    wasn’t  like  he  hadn’t  forgotten  that  the  world  would  see  them  kiss.    that  they  would  be  watching  in  anticipation    ,    probably  wondering  as  heavily  as  nix  about  what  would  happen.    ❛    no.    ❜    he  confirms    ,    head  shaking.    ❛    really  doesn’t  matter  if  they  are.    this  isn’t  for  them.    or  even  against  them.    it’s  just  for  me.    ❜    finally  stops  teasing    ,    separates  the  minuscule  distance  between  their  lips.    pours  every  unsaid  word  against  lennox’s  lips.    if  he  wanted  proof    ,    he  was  going  to  get  it.

𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 watching this at home, he had a feeling ( or rather, hoped ) they’d switched it off. neither of their managers would be pleased with this match-up. weren't they here for a fresh start, damage control? so far all he'd manage to do was damage both their reputations even further... their lips met, fuelled by desire and impatience, and he moved against the other male, hands instinctively going to nix’s face. was he making a mistake here? was this the wrong time to dive head-first into nix again? here, of all places, surrounded by objectively the most attractive and famous people ( all of them interested in one thing ). lennox was jealous and famously non-committal, were they just setting themselves up for failure? he pushed those thoughts aside, it’s just a kiss, he reminded himself, pulling away. “we shouldn’t.” he didn’t mean that, he wanted to, he just didn’t want either of them to end up getting hurt.

[lennoxpng]

wilxow·:

willow  took  one  of  his  hands  that  had  tangled  itself  in  her  hair  ,  giving  it  a  quick  kiss  before  before  flashing  him  a  dramatic  pout  .  “  sorry  ,  bubs  .  there  was  NEVER  any  competition  between  us  .  i’ll  always  be  the  hotter  friend  in  this  duo  .  ”  she  laughed  ,  placing  his  hand  back  to  continue  its  current  task  of  easing  her  nerves  .  “  you’re  thin  and  beautiful  in  your  own  way  ,  but  i’ll  have  bigger  tits  .  bigger  tits  win  over  anything  ,  you  know  that  .  ”  her  eyes  fluttered  shut  ,  thick  lashes  fanning  against  the  top  of  her  full  cheeks  .  she  was  finally  content  for  the  first  time  in  days  ,  the  ramblings  of  her  best  friend  always  welcomed  ,  even  if  the  rambles  were  digs  .  “  i  mean  i  am  ,  but  apparently  i’m  supposed  to  be  glowing  with  life  .  not  only  mine  ,  but  hers  .  ”  willow  took  a  deep  breath  ,  blindly  reaching  for  lennox’s  other  hands  to  intertwine  their  fingers  on  top  of  her  chest  .  she was  always  touchy  when  she  was  restless  or  bundled  up  with  nerves  .  with  a  softer  voice  ,  as  if  she  were  whispering  ,  she  spoke  .  “  do  you  think  i’ll  be  a  good  mum  ?  ” 

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. he didn’t even know what made a good mum, let alone whether or not willow fulfilled the requirements. he supposed she would -- she wasn’t actively abusing any substances and he doubted she’d be neglectful or inflict them and harm, wasn’t that enough? he supposed it helped she was kind-hearted and generous, probably good traits for your maternal instinct. “i think you’ll be a good mum,” he said simply, shrugging. “but--” he’d been meaning to say this, just hadn’t found the right time. “you’re not gonna be doing this alone, right? the guy’s gonna step in, give you money, take the little brat for weekends?” she hadn’t told him who it was and he hadn’t wanted to pry into her life ( even though that was his specialty ) and figured that in due time, she’d eventually come out with it -- or they’d have an awkward run-in at the hospital when she eventually popped. he held her hand, squeezing it gently. 

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sntgrge·:

that bitter feeling still lingered, heavy on his chest and hot in his tummy as remy made his way up the few stone steps, grunting softly as he heard the squeak of the sun lounger under the relief of lennox’s weight. he knew he was following; he wasn’t stupid and he wasn’t deaf, the foot steps seemingly close behind.

𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚?

with a roll of his eyes, remy was ready to close the back door on him and disappear under the duvet of his bed, to curse at how fucking stupid he had been and how his luck would always put him in unbelievable situations, but before he could, his arm was being taken hold of and he stopped walking. eyes focused on the floor in front of him for a moment, finally remy turned slightly, swallowing a lump in his throat as he listened to the other. annoyingly, that mancunian accent was never easy to believe when apologising — coming from a fellow manc, he knew it sounded awkward.

slowly, remy shook his arm out of lennox’ grip, feeling suddenly very small under the other’s gaze. “lenny,” he began, not even realising he’d snatched up a nickname — too wrapped up in his thoughts. did he want something happening in a house like this? full of beautiful celebrities, so much money and so many names tied to them, so much history between everyone ( he assumed ); wasn’t it only going to end badly? wasn’t that the only reason these shows were produced? “you should’ve called… but then again, i should’ve called, too, and neither of us did,” he muttered, eyes peering at the little mole under his eye, then to his lips, then to his chest. “maybe i didn’t want anythin’ more, after all,” remy finally concluded — a lie and a big lie; how could he not want something with someone that looked like that? that had a mind like his? so artistic and cool and stupidly charming; maybe that’s why he was trying to push him away… while he still could.

𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐆𝐎 getting the best of him finally? he found himself struggling to reconcile remy’s actions with the way he’d imagined he felt in his mind. for someone that lennox had built up so high in his subconscious, he sure had a tendency to do the complete opposite. 

lenny. tenderness there. he wouldn’t have used that nickname had he not felt some sort of kindness, some sort of affection towards him. his stomach tightened, the memory of the night they spent together fresh in his mind, brought back by that oh-so-familiar nickname. had he called him that throughout that night? he honestly couldn’t remember, though he had the faintest idea it was probably something more crass. either way, the term of endearment made his heart skip a beat.

“you didn’t want anything more?” he said it almost as if confirm what remy surely was implying. lennox hadn’t wanted anything more from the start, but he found himself rethinking that the minute he saw those curls, those dimples, that smooth, perfect tattooed skin. “right,” he trailed off, was he really going to stand here and insist what they had was something more? had he stooped that low? “as if you don’t want to do it again,” there it was, the sarcasm. if remy was going to act like what they had was nothing. so could he. and he would do it better.

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Cruel Intentions (1999) dir. Roger Kumble

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Aron Piper as Ander Muñoz | ELITE season 1, episode 1.

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sntgrge·:

it was an interesting thought: what was the audience thinking? remy had seen his fair share of gogglebox episodes and he couldn’t help but wonder about the reactions of those watching from home — the fans, especially. were they gasping? were they yelling at the screen? what would they be yelling? as far as remy was aware, he’d managed to keep their night of intimacy a secret as best as he could, minus the few pictures that had been snapped and put online of the two of them finally meeting at lennox’s gig.

𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒑, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. unable to hold it in, remy scoffed softly, a hand raising for his index and middle finger to pinch the cigarette back out of his mouth. 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘’𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒎.

there was a certain look that remy gave the other, who he noticed was staring straight back at him — expressionless. neither of them were stupid, though remy was beginning to think lennox had a method to his madness. taking one more long drag of his cigarette, remy exhaled it in lennox’s direction, before a wave of bitterness washed over him and, without looking, he flicked the cigarette into the direction of the pool. 

now, it might not have been in lennox’s way in doing things, but naturally, remy was a very emotional person; the only reason he’d kept their night under wraps was because lennox seemed to have better things to do, which meant remy had to get on with his life as best as he could. but now, the sting was itchy. mumbling a small, “we never had a friendship,” remy began to stand himself up, diary held tightly in one large hand as he began to walk around the sun lounge lennox was sat on the edge of, heading for the house.

𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 ?? he watched his face, watched it as it stood up and moved away. he’d struck a nerve there, maybe remy wasn’t as stone cold as he wanted to play off, clearly their night had meant something to him and it wasn’t just fun and games. he wondered what people watching this thought, would they think he was in the wrong? would they think he was being an asshole? probably. 

we never had a friendship. unnecessarily harsh. playing him at his own game, there. and walking away? extra hurt inflicted there. he stood up, trailing after the other male. he wasn’t allowed to just march off like that and end the conversation without another word to him, was he trying to hurt him back or was he simply closing the chapter on lennox and remy he didn’t know.

“taking me to your bedroom already?” he shouted out, running along to catch up to him. he debated grabbing his arm, but didn’t know if the touch would only push him further. once they were next to each other once again, walking into the house he finally did stop him, reaching out and gripping his arm to stop him. 

“listen--” he started, how to phrase this? “if you’re mad because i didn’t call or something...” he trailed off, looking from the boy to his feet and then back up. “i didn’t know it was-- i mean, i didn’t know you wanted something more. i should’ve called. it’s not that i didn’t enjoy it--” he cut himself off, the blabbering needed to end at some point.