anyone around here catching your eye?
âif iâm being completely honest and going based off looks, it would probably be rhys, willow, fox, and emily. but unfortunately, iâm not in the space to spark up anything serious.â

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anyone around here catching your eye?
âif iâm being completely honest and going based off looks, it would probably be rhys, willow, fox, and emily. but unfortunately, iâm not in the space to spark up anything serious.â
so now that you two are basically mortal enemies: do you have some dirt on julia?
âdespite our troubles, i still care enough about julia to not tell things that were meant for my ears only. if you were looking for me to messy, then youâve got the wrong girl.â
gorgeous girl like you should have her eye one someone equally gorgeous... so, who do you have you eye on?
âoh, i donât really have my eye on anyone at the moment. but thank you for the compliment.â
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kjudes:
jude hadnât really been expecting social interaction when sheâd decided to spend her free day at the park, so she had half a mind to mumble a half-hearted reply before leaving to find a quieter â read: less populated â spot. but then her brain actually registered the words that were being spoken, and jude found herself nodding vehemently. â oh wow, do i relate, â she replied, finally turning her attention to the girl she was sharing the bench with. â honestly, i think the baby boomers are just bitter that weâve found a way to make a living doing things we actually enjoy, when so many of them gave up their dreams to settle for a boring nine-to-five job. â jude rolled her eyes, before offering the other girl a small smile. â iâm sorry you had to deal with that though. but hey, youâre a fashion blogger? thatâs pretty cool. â
anastasia watched the people that walked around the bench, some holding conversations, some on the phone, and others taking pictures of the sights that were around them. granted, this wasnât the most touristy location, but to each their own, she supposed. she looked towards the other who spoke, happy that she wasnât just speaking to the open air. âitâs just so... gross.â anastasia exhaled as she leaned back against the bench, brushing her tongue over her lips. âi mean, i had parents who didnât want me to do anything conventional. ever since i was a kid, they told me to avoid the jobs where i would sit behind a desk all day, but the second i even mention that i work from home, iâm suddenly an unemployed slacker.â anastasiaâs nose scrunched at the words that someone called her, biting her lower lip. âiâm sorry for ranting like that, my goodness. but yeah, i am, and i probably have way too many clothes in my clothes in my closet because of it.âÂ
alistacr:
  â itâs all they need. sadly, iâm not the type of person to take care of things. when i was younger i had a gold fish, and i promised my momâs i would take care of it. the thing died on me the week after because i fed it too much. â
â well, think of it this way: you overfed your goldfish because you cared about him so much you didnât want him to go hungry. granted, that was probably a bad idea, but itâs all about patience. â
julia-hartman:
â you know why i donât accept your apologies, ana? â julia clenched her hands into fists, to stop herself from getting angrier than she already was. she could feel the control over herself slipping away and she had no idea how to stop herself from slipping further and further away from herself and her values. â because whenever you do apologise, it either comes across as insincere, as if youâre just saying it to get it over with. or you say things like THAT. â julia said, referencing the words she spoke earlier, about how julia was the perfect goody two shoes, the one who was always so innocent. especially when the girl knew she hated it when people said that about her. and since when were those things negative things? yes, perhaps she was too naive, or too trusting, but guess what? she got good grades, was liked by the vast majority of people she knew and her parents were proud of her. â i just donât understand how you twist and turn stories around, blame me, when even you admitted yourself â multiple times â that the ruination of this friendship was on you. the one minute you say how itâs your fault, and the next youâre calling me the innocent little goody two shoes, pretending like thatâs what got in the way of our friendship. explain to me how thatâs what ruined this. â
â maybe it comes off as insincere because iâm tired, julia. iâm tired of beating myself up over our friendship ending. iâm tired of constantly feeling like iâm not even worthy of speaking TWO words to you. iâm tired, julia. you can pick up and move on with your life as though i didnât exist, but i still think about you because you were my BEST FRIEND. you were the person that i could talk to when things got touch. you were the person that seemed to care when i had problems and the person that i felt like i could consider a sister. but itâs like ever since our friendship ended, you stopped caring. itâs like iâm not important to you anymore, and itâs been so hard not being able to call you when i need someone to talk to or calling you to meet up for coffee just to catch up. â anastasia exhaled, biting her lower lip. â i ruined the friendship, okay !? i take all fault in what happened and you had no part in the fact that our friendship completely ended and turned to utter shit. everything is ALWAYS my fault and i ruin everything good that happens to me. is that what you want to hear ? that iâm a horrible person who just canât accept good things when itâs given me ? like i said, julia. i have someone elseâs life to go ruin. â
ofemilys:
     emily had imaginably patted herself on the back when she SOMEHOW formed those words into the correct formation to create a pretty alright analogy.  â  well, why thank you ! nice to know all these years of me continuously talking have some-what paid off. but yesââââi TOTALLY understand you. my parents would literally kill me if i was to even hint at the fact that i was tired of it.   â she instinctively slid over slightly to make sure the other had enough elbow room and was indeed COMFORTABLE before speaking once more. â  i think being the mother hen, if you will, is a very commendable archetype. and i, for one, am extremely jealous that you harness the qualities that classify that label. make sure to at me in your bio so i can, yâknow, get a little bit more followers.   â a grin was flashed to anastasia â â â before a more SERIOUS expression fell at the mention of her schoolwork. â  if iâm being honest ? all of it. every. single. last. bit. especially when it comes to the terms. i mean, i know i can google the definitions, but it still doesnât fully helpâââââif that makes sense ?   â
     â itâs not a problem. sometimes continuously talking is a GOOD thing. i tend to talk too much too, which isnât all that bad -- until someone gets rude and tells me to shut up. â a faint laugh falls from her lips as she SITUATED herself beside emily, taking a look at the papers in front of them. â i kind of enjoy it, if iâm being honest. i didnât have any siblings growing up, so i tend to act like a surrogate mom, if you will, to the people around me. i like making sure that people are okay, even if they donât WANT me to. if that makes sense. oh, donât be JEALOUS. iâm probably so boring. â anastasia had always been the one to be protective, especially since she didnât have siblings. her friends were the closest thing she had to them, and it felt nice to be there for someone. â the easiest way for my to remember terms is to use FLASHCARDS. and i know that itâs the most cliche way in the entire world, but it works out -- i like to study them whenever i have a chance. when iâm on the train, when thereâs idle time -- sometimes even before bed. it keeps your mind on them, and it makes it a little easier to remember. âÂ
fcxhcndrix:
fox decided that he liked the look of the blush on her cheeks and filed that information away for later use, smile bright, âyouâre right. like i said, anastasia fits you much better than eleanor.â he couldnât help but think that her next words were very trueânot that he couldnât have made good conversation with anyone he was sat next to, but they seemed to have a particularly great connection. âdefinitely a good thing. anyone else would have thought you were a complete psycho.â
her fingers were in her hair, pushing the dark locks behind her ear. she bit her lower lip, looking down at her lap for a short moment. âthank you, again. i still donât meet too many people with the same name.â if she had been sitting next to someone else, they probably wouldnât have entertained her rant or joined in the conversation that sparked, so she was thankful that it was him. âof course. they probably would have thought that i was talking to the pigeons around here.â
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julia-hartman:
honestly, julia couldnât believe what she was hearing. even the girl herself seemed to say that it was her fault, there were no â literally no proper arguments against the blonde and yet the brunette twisted her words the exact way so it would sound to anyone who didnât know the whole story that it was juliaâs fault. the blonde shook her head, a small smile covering her lips. it wasnât really a smile though â more the look of someone who was about to break down, either in anger, or in tears. probably both in juliaâs case. â iâm no goody two shoes. iâm not perfect. iâm no saint. but really, the fact that this friendship turned into â whatever the hell it is now, thatâs NOT my fault. you can BLAME me all you want, but really, who are you fooling? is this your way of feeling better about yourself? â juliaâs chest was tightening up and her eyes were filled with tears. the words the brunette threw at her hurt. the amount of times people linked her to those words⊠ â maybe we never were. i know i did everthing i could for as long as i could. you were DRAINING me, ana. but who am i kidding, right? youâll probably just TWIST IT ALL AROUND, saying i was draining you, that i was suffocating you in this friendship. that i demanded your attention. i know how this works. i know how these things go. âÂ
anastasia keeps herself silent, pushing her hair behind her ear. she knew that everything was her fault. from the way that their friendship ended to the way that they were arguing right now, it was all her fault, and she couldnât hold it in anymore. her hands smoothed over her jacket, tucking her hands into the pockets as she finally looked up towards her ex-friend. â itâs ALL my fault, i got that already, julia. the more that you say that it is is like rubbing SALT in an open wound. i tried, i really tried to make it all up to you, but you didnât accept that. i donât know what i have to do to get you to accept the countless apologies that iâve given, but i canât do it anymore. itâs not about me trying to make myself feel better, and youâre missing the entire point. you just -- never mind. the more that i say, the more i would probably make you hate me, so. â her shoulders shrugged as she exhaled, brushing her tongue over her lips. â thatâs what i do, right ? drain those i care about until theyâre done with me, and holding a grudge against me until the end of time. iâm good at that, apparently. probably better at it than i thought i was before. i never said that you were the one draining me. i put all of that on myself, so i donât need you to keep telling me that. well then, if you know how these things go, then youâll know that iâm DONE. iâm done trying to be your friend again, and iâm done trying to keep apologizing when itâs clear that itâs falling on deaf ears. i have to go... stand someone else up, if you donât mind.â
julia-hartman:
âno â donât you DARE. â she could feal her heart beat in her chest. this wasnât fair, this wasnât the truth. maybe it was HER truth. â i never listened?! are you serious? â a mocking laugh left her lips. how in the world could the psychology student, the one who was top of her class, the one who was the best listener sheâd ever met, not be listening? â LISTEN. i respect your work, the world you live in. i do. what i DONâT respect, is the way you treated me. countless times iâve sat at a restaurant, ordering drinks for someone who would never show. or iâd sit by myself at a cafĂ©, at a table for two, knowing the staff was gossiping about whether iâd been stood up or not. the amount of times iâd look at my phone and NOTHING. â julia took a deep breath, something sheâd been forgetting to do during her speech, only causing her to be more and more fed up with the brunette. â you do realise iâm a full time university student, right? that iâm top of my class, and a part time waitress. do you think i have time for friends? trust me, i donât. i MAKE time. because i know whatâs IMPORTANT to me. â julia threw her hands up in the air. â clearly you donât know. or care. and thatâs NOT on me.â
â donât i DARE what ? keep taking all the punches you keep throwing my way ? â her tone was almost mocking, shaking her head. â iâm completely serious. â anastasia has to keep down the SCREAM that wants to erupt, folding her arms across her chest as she listened to her former best friend. â and iâve APOLOGIZED countless times for what iâve done, but you keep throwing it back in my face like i donât know how much of a shitty friend i was to you. donât you think i get it, julia ? donât you think that i realize how much crap i put you through when we were friends ? i NEVER wanted to stand you up or keep you waiting, but it was like i didnât see an opening and i was burying myself deeper and deeper until i couldnât breathe anymore. â her next words causes anastasia to exhale, rubbing her hand over her face. â and you do realize that i was a full time student too ? a DOUBLE major who also filmed videos and edited them on top of studying every night ? who stayed awake until three, maybe four in the morning just to get things done on time ? â she fell silent when julia threw up her hands. â maybe i donât know. maybe i donât care, but blaming me for everything that happened isnât fair, and you know it. you want to be in control of this argument like everything else, trying to make yourself look like the GOODY TWO SHOES and little miss innocent that you are, so maybe this is whatâs best. maybe we were NEVER meant to be friends. â
julia-hartman:
â are you kidding me? â her blood started to boil and she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down. â youâre the one whoâs pretending to be all upset about the fact that YOU started talking to me, when you made it clear that iâm nothing to you. â the blonde put her hands on her sides and pressed her lips together. she wasnât going to just give in to the girlâs attempt to bring her down. â oh, like WHAT then? â her voice was calm, but julia knew she couldnât hide the subtext behind her words. â what do you reckon i did wrong here? â honestly, she was curious to hear what sheâd come up with now. by now her excuses were like a song youâd hear too many times, causing you to turn off the radio whenever it would come up.Â
anastasia has to resist an eye roll, folding her arms across her chest. â iâm not UPSET that i was talking to you. for godâs sake, julia. youâre acting like i just kicked your damn dog. if you didnât want to talk, you could have just said that instead of getting bent out of shape. iâm not going to fucking cry about about it. â anastasiaâs arms dropped, shaking her head. â you NEVER listened to me and you never tried to meet me halfway ! i was always the one trying so hard to accommodate to you. i was the one trying to get get halfway through the city to meet with you, i was the one who was always trying to make sure that i could get to places on time, but guess what ? i WORK. it might not be working in a restaurant or some coffee shop all day, but i work a hell of a lot harder than most would think and i would have thought that my best friend of all people would have noticed that. i know that i was always late or i cancelled, but even when i tried to make up for that, you wouldnât let me. you want to put all the BLAME on me for why our friendship ended, then go right ahead. i donât care anymore. â
ofemilys:
     â  college reminds me of that UGLY, itchy sweater that you get from that one aunt thatâs terrible at gift giving and you CANâT return it because they never gave you the receipt. thatâs what college isââjust a big ugly and itchy sweater that you canât return.  â  a few answers were filled in as the other spoke, with emily occasionally looking up so they knew she was still listening. â  yâknow, iâve been practicing my wave for when iâm given my bachelorâs degree. but, wow ! i cannot believe how much you sound like my mom â â in a good way, of course. kinda have the whole wise owl vibe going on and i can dig it.   â emily grinned, clicking her pen a couple time to somehow bring any new information to her in order to get more than THREE out of twenty-eight questions answered. Â
     â you just explained college in the best ANALOGY iâve heard in a long time. i had no choice but to go, especially since my dads were never going to give me that receipt no matter how much i begged for it. â anastasia took a sip of her coffee, adjusting her bagâs strap on her shoulder. â that is going to be the most IMPORTANT wave of your entire life. i have this weird habit of sounding like peopleâs moms -- iâm beginning to believe that itâs some kind of hidden talent. wise owl vibe ? remind me to add that to my instagram bio, with credits to you, of course. â without permission, anastasia decided to take a seat with the other girl, figuring itâd be better to help. â so, tell me. what part of chemistry has you CONTEMPLATING leaving college ? â