actin' brand new

nicole johnson xxvii. journalist. where I'm from, people like me don't make it in the mainstream

[nicjohnson]

@nicjohnson: bloom where you’re planted

[nicjohnson]

no one says your name in circles that I keep but it's the same three blocks and the same two streets

[nicjohnson]

texts | mccartney + cole

McCartney: I can't even believe I have to prove my own music taste to you.

McCartney: [screenshot of her wrapped: 1. Jamestown Revival 2. Chris Stapleton 3. The Lone Bellow 4. Jason Isbell 5. Bruce Springsteen]

McCartney: Oh fuck off.

Cole: You sure you didn't photoshop this? No way there's a dude just named Bruce Springsteen.

[nicjohnson]

TEXT|| COLE + SEBASTIAN

Bash: let’s get you set up with a mechanic that you can trust with your junker. You’ll have to go back to the 90s for your fuzzy die.

Bash: no. eat at the restaurant or eat back at my place

Cole: it's not a junker, that's offensive. it's doing just fine but if you're paying to pimp my ride, why not go all out? do you know someone who could hook me up with a time machine?

Cole: unless they've got restaurants now where i can show up in a hoodie with no pants, let's do your apartment.

[nicjohnson]

aliciapetterson​:

Alicia frowned slightly as she thought for a second. “Ah, right.” She nodded quickly as she put her bag down. “You’re looking for Denise.” The blonde scanned the desk right next to her for her boss’ card and quickly took one from the pile. Alicia handed the card to the stranger. “Give her a call, she’ll know more. I only got back today, so I really won’t be able to help you with any of the details.”

“And that’s the best way to reach her?” she questioned, glancing over the card. “Could you shoot her a text to let her know I’ll be calling? I’m not trying to be annoying, but we’re trying to get this piece out ASAP and any information she could provide would be helpful -- for us both. It’ll get you press for the event and I get to keep my job,” she joked. “It’s a win-win.”

[nicjohnson]

frazer-reynolds​:

“Then maybe you should’ve picked a better spot.” Frazer countered, turning round to look at the screen for a moment before he turned back to Nic. “You know, this one’s a replay. It’s not even live and I spoiler alert? Your team don’t fair up very well.” He took a sip of his whiskey.

“That’s a great comeback -- they pay you for those?” she countered, chewing her lip. “I didn’t tell you what team I was rooting for, so it’s not much of a spoiler. But you are still in my way. Do you mind ducking like an inch? Maybe two. That’s a lot of hair.”

[nicjohnson]

jordan--layne​:

Jordan did a double take to make sure he was seeing right. In that moment he debated turning around and acting as if he didn’t see anything or pull himself together and just civil. After a few seconds of quick consideration, he cleared his throat and spoke up. “Nicky? Hey.”

It wasn’t how she’d expected this reunion to happen: standing in the freezer section of a grocery store, a Ben and Jerry’s pint already in her basket, another in her hand. Trying to remember if she’d washed her hair two or three days ago. But here they were. Her heart sinking as she turned to face the familiar voice, offering a feigned smile. “If you’re here for some Chunky Monkey, they’re all out.”

[nicjohnson]

frazer-reynolds​:

“I’ll give you twenty bucks if you wrap all this junk so that I don’t have to.” Frazer frowned, sitting next to the mini mountain of assorted Christmas presents he’d created.

“Twenty bucks per gift? Sold.”

[nicjohnson]

texts | mccartney + cole

McCartney: Well you're 98.7% wrong because it 100% was not me! I had to download like all of her music, I never really listen to her!

McCartney: Also not me. It's like you don't even know me. Who are you confusing me with? I thought I was cute enough to stand out among the crowd.

Cole: Uh huh, check your spotify wrapped rn and tell me I'm lying. I want screenshots

Cole: Maybe I don't know you. Is this not Trey from the bar?

[nicjohnson]

TEXT|| COLE + SEBASTIAN

Bash: Damn anything else? What does your car need?

Bash: Yeah I can pick you up around 8, did you want to pick up something or eat there?

Cole: What does it not need? A car wash, a smog check, new tires. Fuzzy dice on the rearview mirror. Flames on the side to up my street cred. I can keep going.

Cole: Eat where? Here? At my office?

[nicjohnson]

texts | mccartney + cole

McCartney: It's not a normal Wednesday for me and no I did not. Which means you're confusing me with some other girl. Which makes me INCREDIBLY offended.

Cole: I'll go digging for receipts; I'm 98.7% certain you did this recently

Cole: Or was that when you were finally hopping on the 1D train eight years too late?

[nicjohnson]

TEXT|| NIC+ SEBASTIAN

Seb: What time are you off tonight?

Seb: and do you want dinner?

Cole: And a ride home. My car was giving me trouble this morning so I ubered here, but I'm on your way back. So if you want to pick me up at 8, I'll say yes to dinner

[nicjohnson]

texts | mccartney + cole

McCartney: I'm not 100% sure how this happened... but I can't stop listening to Taylor Swift. Did I go through a break up I don't know about? Am I okay?

Cole: you're acting like this isn't a normal wednesday for you. didn't you do this like three weeks ago?

[nicjohnson]

lawrence-rowse​:

“Wanna know why I wear wired headphones instead of the air pods? So that way you’ll see I have them in and not try to do this chatty thing.”

“They’re not properly plugged in,” she said, gesturing around them. “Everyone can hear what you’re listening to. Not what I expected to be on your playlist, but we’ve all got our guilty pleasures, huh?”

[nicjohnson]

aliciapetterson​:

As she was closing up the studio, Alicia noticed someone walking through the doors. “Eh – hey, sorry. The last class just finished, we’re closed.” 

“Oh no, I’m not looking to take a class -- I mean, I could probably use a class, but that’s not why I’m here,” she explained. “I work for the paper and we’re trying to do a piece on the upcoming recital. I’ve tried emailing a couple times, but haven’t really heard back.”

[nicjohnson]

frazer-reynolds​:

“Take a picture, why don’t you? It’ll last longer and then you can quit gawking at me like that.” Frazer tried to hide his irritation, wanting nothing more than to get back to his glass of whiskey.

“Your head’s blocking the TV,” her finger pointing to the screen behind him before she continued. “And I’m just dying to know if the blue or black jerseys are gonna win this one.”

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