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@lostinzara
Praying
Today one person told me that I look like Kylie Jenner and another said I look like Ariana Grande, but I’m obviously cuter than both of them.
I gotta agree, babe.
“I swear if one more person comes in here, I will stop the whole recording process” Romeo said getting a bit annoyed that people kept coming in and out of his studio, he was in the middle of producing a song at the moment. “Yes! can i help you” he said to the next person entering.
“Ahhhh” Zara whisper yelled noticing the boys irritation at her arrival. When he asked if he could help her, her whole disposition changed even knowing he was probably not at all looking to help her. “Well no, I mean perhaps maybe, I don’t know where my twin’s band is but they’re here somewhere for another hour. And I’ve walked into like three rooms but I wouldn’t if, look there’s a big ol’ office guy,” she told making a wrestler pose to demonstrate the threatening nature of the guard as she spoke, “out there and he said I wasn’t allowed to wait in the hallway and I’d wait outside except it pouring. Anyways I can’t find them can I just sit here for an hour?” she said beaming up a smile at the boy from the floor where she had dropped crisscross applesauce on the floor.
insp.
Raja wasn’t paying full attention to his surroundings. He was caught up in his own head. He had a few piano books filled with sheet music, wanting to get a few new things perfected and under his belt. He turned the corner quickly, not expecting someone else to be coming at him. Hearing the comment he left out a small laugh, shaking his head. “No, I probably couldn’t. Not really my style,” he said back, kneeling down to grab a few of the books that she’d dropped, holding them out for her to take.
“Ah, well that is different is it not?” she asked lifting her brows slightly from her place on the floor. She got up before clarifying. “For it to be or not to be your style is one thing. Ha, to be or not to be, good ol’ Hamlet, eh?” but before allowing him to answer kept on going, “To be able to is a completely different thing. Thanks.” she said with a smile when he handed her the books.
“It’s not rocket science Y/N I swear it’s easy. Look the life of a mortician isn’t the most pleasant but neither is the one of a surgeon. You’re going in there with tools that could do serious damage but someones got to do it. Look it was either that or be a plastic surgeon & I watch enough television to know which ones the better job. Jared chuckled lightly his sense of humor a bit dark but still in the midst of it all having a very confident arrogant sense of confidence to himself.
“I’m not saying it’s weird. I’m saying it’s a strange thing to get to like how did you even know it was going to be either one? Also two things. One, does it matter what damage you do on a person already dead? And also plastic surgery doesn’t sound like a good plan cus then there’s be more people as attractive as you thinking they’re funny cus girls giggle just looking at you.” she joked poking fun at him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Alrighty, go off and study college girl. Just make sure you do it the way every single other student did it before you. You might do something different and fail. Oh my.”
“Well I was thinking you could go more heavy on the eyeshadow, but hey, little stars work too.”
“You think? See did you even see that singer from The Pretty Reckless well she does such an amazing smoky eye and in this one interview she was like everyone thinks I’m going for raccoons but actually I’m going for pandas and she’s such a cutie but I’m half like if I didn’t think it’d look good on me?”
“Well, maybe my ID said I was like… thirty-two…” He trailed off. “Really? All I gotta do is invite you? Done!”
Zara let out a laugh. “That’s a pity but I’m not so sure a twenty-one one would have done you any good either, hun. I’d believe eight maybe. You’ve got some beautiful baby boy cheeks going for ya.” Zara nodded. “Yeah. I can feel sympathy for a fellow unjustly suffering from the law. Half the reason I have my own fake is to help other lost souls like you. My next mission is getting myself a prescription for some pot my ex used to have one but she’s not exactly filling any of my cravings anymore.”
“Mhm.. okay.”
“All I’ saying is you probably have more important places to be.”
Alo’s face was scrunched at the girl’s weird gestures, confused as to what she was doing. “I-I’m s-sorry..d-do I-I k-know y-you?”
“You don’t have to say sorry again, I don’t blame you. You may run into me whenever you please or ask any questions you want. I’m an open... book.” she said still flailing her legs about in the air, laying on the ground, and now scrunching her face up to try to read the names of the books she was halfway handing to him upside down when his original question finally registered in her brain. She moved the books over so she could look at his face before freezing. She gave a little gasp before jumping up, “No! You don’t!” she exclaimed. “But I know you!” she said with a huge smile on her face. “You’re the boy from the picture. You know I’ve heard some good things about you. All the fine things. You are Regina’s boyfriend. I mean you probably knew that but what you probably did not know is I already appreciated your existence before you even knew about mine.”
“… Why?”
“Oh- I thought it was someone else. Never mind.”
“Me? Why? What’d I do?”
“You’ve survived. You’re living. You deserve good things! Anyhooo, I’m giving people who walk by free hugs. Care to cash in your prize?”
“Umm, I’m sorry? Um– Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Caspar,”
“Oh don’t be. I’m peculiar. Just cus I talk a lot doesn’t mean I even understand half the things I’m saying. We can direct the conversation anywhere you want honestly. And nice to meetcha too kid.”
“I… ah.. okay..” Vienna went quiet for a minute. “Sure..”
Leah laughed lightly at the girl’s response. People’s reactions to stuff like this was always entertaining. “You don’t have to if you don’t want a stranger touching you, honey. I’m just trying to spread some love not uncomfort.”
Ophelia scrunched up her nose at the question. “Gross. Peanuts,” she commented, sticking her tongue out slightly. She shrugged a little. “Nothing, I guess,” she responded. “I don’t hate it or anything, I just prefer to not get in her way. I get enough of her and brie’s fans all over my instagram.” Ophelia’s eyes widened a little. “Do what?”
Zara rolled her eyes slightly. The taste of snickers had nothing to do with her joke but Ophelia sticking out her tongue like that caused a small smile to glide onto her lips. “I guess but there’s nothing wrong with getting some attention.” Zara actually loved attention, probably a little bit more than she said. “You rolled your eyes at me.” she pointed out.
“ — que?”
“I’m giving out free hugs! Do you want one, baby doll?”