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alaya is here now

v e n o m ;; extreme malice or bitterness

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Alaya is here now js

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I did a thing

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baby boy <3

alaya: i hope effy's doing okay?

alaya: em and i are really worried about her

alaya: we'll bring her back something rad from our holiday

alaya: give her a big kiss and cuddle from her aunty laya and tell her i'll be back very soon to see her

alaya: love you lu. look after yourself, okay?

alaya: we'll continue our talk when i get back

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my main bitch

alaya: hey bebe

alaya: i'm going away for a while !!

alaya: em and i need a holiday and well, it'll be nice for her to have her first holiday !!

alaya: i'll see you in a week, love you xx

alaya: stay safe and have a brilliant show

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claps so i’m going away for the weekend and hopefully alaya’s muse will be back with me after that ( fingers crossed ) for now, alaya has gone away with emilie on holiday to australia ( nods ) i’m just gonna post a few text thingys before she ‘leaves’ tho to the people who matter to her 

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i'm watching my mad fat diary season 2 and all i can see is archie

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i've been occupying the edit suite for the past 2 hours and i still haven't opened up adobe premiere pro

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hi i'm here but i'm not doing replies today. i'm too tired, i've been filming all day byt this was me checking in.

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                    she had never heard lucas so upset. merely the sound of his voice caused her to panic. dropping emilie off at anna's, alaya quickly found herself making her way to the hospital - a place she thought she'd seen the back end of if she was honest. the news - even hard to deciper through lucas' tears - was one that caused her great pain and anguish  but she has decided to keep the tears in, to keep herself as composed as possible even though she felt as if she was going to throw up. effy was important to alaya and the mere thought of her being hurt caused her to feel a great weight in her stomach. parking her car, she moved quickly to find lucas within the halls, her body crashing into his as her arms wrapped around him tightly. holding back the tear and emotions was difficult now and she found tears falling down her cheeks as they silently stood there. 

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alaya: i'm tired.

alaya: pls be my blanket?

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sleep sounds like a good idea right now but instead i'm going to be doing drafts and writing a script because i can.

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alaya. 

he knew what he’d done, he understood the repercussions better than anyone else. he was the one who’d done it after all. if only he could go back in time, that’s a scary thought ; one he doesn’t allow himself to contemplate for long enough that an idea comes into focus. he doesn’t speak. he feels so stupid, so foolish. he doesn’t understand why he has to make so many mistakes, particularly when on the subject of love and romance. how many people does he have to lose before it’ll make sense to him? he doesn’t know. he can’t formulate a real sentence at the current moment in time. perhaps it’s because he has no idea what there is to talk about, what’s appropriate to be mentioned as the starting to point to a conversation, but he also adores the silence - likes to be able to lay there and not utter a single word. the kiss, it’s something that’s happened a few times between the pair and previously he hadn’t thought into it. now though, that —it had changed. looking up at her, he smiles softly ; fondly, before allowing his hues to shut once again, and a deep breath to escape as his chest rose and fell in perfect time. 

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           the silence was nice though - it always was nice whenever she spent time with lucas. it wasn't one of those awkward silences, one that you wanted to get away from or feel like you had to fill. oh no. it was quite the opposite. it was peaceful and almost needed between the two of them. it was calm and allowed her to think things through without the need to express everything she was feeling. letting out a soft sigh, the blonde ran her tongue over her lesser lip, " -------- so, how are you? "

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it's 2:24 am and everyone in my friends house is asleep but all i want to do is make pancakes