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–– ❛ do you have the time to listen to me whine about everything and NOTHING all at once?; i am one of those melodramatic fools, NEUROTIC to the bone –– no doubt about it; sometimes i give myself the creeps, sometime my mind plays tricks on me - it all keeps ADDING UP i think i'm cracking up ; am i just paranoid? –––– or am i just STONED?

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iMessage ⇨ voss?? like the water

nicol: so i just got to work, and theres a guy dressed as a banana?

nicol: i hate LA

nicol: but the banana made me hungry, wanna get food later?

caleb: is this u inviting me on a date

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text — pearce demarais

PEARCE: did you know that in this, the year of our lord 2017, there are still some phones that aren't waterproof?

PEARCE: i didn't

PEARCE: i had to leave my apartment to go buy a new one and everything!

CALEB: is that the new name for god?

CALEB: also most phones are somewhat waterproof like they're still bound to get damaged

CALEB: did you see google came thru with a phone?

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sebastian kamara.

“make sure ya get me good side.” he laughed, rising to his feet and stamping his cigarette out on the ground. if he was going to do this, it was time to get it over with. the drop to the ground wasn’t that far, and he figured he’d get halfway before he fell, which would of course cut the distance and severity of his fall in half. the cons were small, so he picked his board up, got himself in position, and gave it his best shot. —- in fact, he surprised himself in how well he pulled it off, sticking the landing with just a small amount of wobble.

holding his thumb up, he spoke briefly as he recorded. “you good to go, bro.” brown eyes focused on sebastian’s movements on the camera, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t hold his breath when he’d started to do the trick, whooping and whistling after he was done. “i have such a money shot - you should post it on your gram. i want credits, of course.” he called out as he placed the phone back on his pocket and finished his kebab.

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sylvie briscoe.

It was always the worst moments in life that people tended to notice Sylvie. An accident that made her look foolish. This was no exception and, as she gazed at the person before her a pout formed upon her lips. “Well, at least you didn’t see it.” As she got to her feet she looked the other resident up and down. “Thanks for the help..”

Caleb couldn’t help but snort, the previous sight of the girl far too funny for him not to. Although he stopped himself quickly, not really wanting to offend her. “You’re okay - I think no one else notices, everyone here seems to be in their own particular world.” Nodding his head, he offered the brunette a brief grin. “No problem -- you new around here?”

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bambi de rosa.

“she’s an absolute death trap, i’d rather walk in these heels that sit on that thing.” bambi laughed, gently nudging her shoulder against his. in the cab, the momentary silence that fell between them as they faced their first real taste of being ‘alone’ since their final, fateful date. “its uh .. yeah, it’s certainly different. but ada is one of my best friends, so living with her is great. i’m sure nat will get annoyed with us eventually.” she laughed softly, hand coming to cover her mouth to stop her laughing more at the mention of nat’s chickens. “they’re … certainly something. i like them though, it’s different.”

“she’s sad and quite offended that you don’t like her.” he joked, bumping his shoulder against hers in return as they almost reached the restaurant. “well, at least you live with one of your bestfriends and not all alone. i’m sure having roommates has a few pros.” he admitted, feeling a bit lonely now that he realized he’d lived on his own for what seemed so long that he didn’t know what it was to coexist with others. “nat told me he was probably gonna rescue a baby donkey too -- but don’t tell him i told you.” caleb whispered, interrupted by their driver as he told them they’d arrived. he paid quickly and got out, holding the door open for bambi to get out. “i hope you like this place, heard it’s really good.” he commented, the sign for ozumo displaying before them.

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rosie kendrick.

rosie’s eyes flicked down to caleb’s mouth, then back to his eyes. daydreaming and what if scenarios were not forces that she liked to tamper with. she’d played with them before, inserting names with ‘ what if a, b or c didn’t leave ’ like lego pieces, and she knew better now. girls would break their own hearts if you just gave them enough time to think about it.  “ so that was unnecessary,  ”  she said as a blatant diversion, twisting to look at her rear on the tartan blanket, and determinedly not thinking about what would have happened if she’d kissed his cupid’s bow, just now.  “ you didn’t have to bring my ass into this. ”  rosie said, drawn-in brows pulled together in a frown as she straightened up and turned back to her skewer, reassessing whether or not she needed the next marshmallow. it wasn’t a bad ass, how many calories could be in these small things anyway ? it couldn’t be more than fifty. she poked at her roasted marshmallow experimentally, then placed the tip of her finger in her mouth. “ —shit, these aren’t vegan are they ? ”

the thing about skinny love was that the more you tried to hide it, the more it showed. he followed her gaze, an odd mixture of cockiness and shyness building up inside him and even though he was no virgin, he felt like one again. he was about to do something risky, when luca whistled at them, ‘kiss her already’ in the air, which made him look back at the bonfire. he’d smiled to himself while he finished his treat, helping himself to another when rosie started being flustered over his previous joke. “rose, your ass is great -- stop worrying about the calories on that marshmallow and just eat it.” he said, rolling his eyes jokingly as a snort erupted from him. looking down at the bags, he pointed out at the front. “i’m pretty sure you’ve been grabbing the vegan ones all along -- but i know i’m so irresistible so i made you forget.” caleb tried to bite back his laughter, the grin on his face giving him away.

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ronan halloran.

          “okay,” ronan said, still a bit nervous. he hadn’t meant to be a bother at all, so he was hoping he wasn’t being that much of an idiot. “i don’t mind the mess,” he smiled. “well, no, but i… don’t leave my apartment much. i just…” he shrugged. ronan wasn’t that good at making conversation with people. “yeah. i’m a writer. or i mean i hope to be. i do some freelance stuff. for, uh, magazines. what do you do?” 

     “hey, you’re okay - you really didn’t bug me.” caleb pointed out, trying to make the boy less uncomfortable. “thank god you don’t mind because most people kinda panic when they see it,” he paused briefly, looking over at his untidy place. “or they just gag at it.” he joked, leaning against a wall. “i’m a struggling artist and a lush worker. ex-con.” he explained, wanting to get a reaction out of him mostly. “i’m kidding about the ex-con thing -- want something to drink?”

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kelly tomas.

“Ah, I am dying not to say… Fuck it, that’s what she said,” she joked, throwing her head back with ferocious laughter. “What can I say? I love twelve year old jokes,” she informed him. Kelly could tell her was trying to place her, that or he was staring way too hard, but she seemed to notice him as well. “Do I already know you?” She asked the question they were both wondering. “Do you come to the bar often?”

Caleb couldn’t help but laugh at the girls joke. Even though she had been almost fast asleep a few minutes prior, he laughter was contagious which almost made the raven haired boy forget about the incident altogether. “Twelve year old jokes will always have a special place in my soul.” Somewhat startled at her question, he shrugged. “I kinda recognize you too but it’s not really from the bar -- have you ever been with Atticus Zappa? I think I’ve seen you at some of our practices or at a gig hanging with him.”

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imessage: donkey 🐔💩

NAT: u spend a lotta time browsing horse dicks ??

NAT: weird fuckin hobby my guy

NAT: lush needs 2 be revolutionised

NAT: if ur not bein controversial w ur cum products, ur company should choke

NAT: businezz is dead

NAT: end-o

CALEB: yes thats my fetish like selena gomez

CALEB: i know but like... dont tell

CALEB: lush needs to... give me my money

CALEB: no thats actually disgusting i would never touch anyone elses cum

CALEB: unless u know there was some hanky panky involved

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rosie kendrick.

rosie had always been designed for motion, headlights breaking out onto the golden gate bridge or running late to work with half applied mascara, heart always thudding like a bumper car, making a carnival out of her chest. but she was still now, sticking another marshmallow onto her skewer, looking at caleb from his soft edges to his absurd smore creation. sometimes she forgot about the silly, girlish crush she’d had on him in school and the parts of it that still lingered now. sometimes she was able to manage it. sometimes she could go through a whole month without imagining what it would’ve been like if he hadn’t dated her best friend, if he’d picked someone else, instead. that was not remotely possible, however, when caleb was sitting like this, quiet, content, and looking so much like something that was healing. rosie’s heart felt fond, her smile reflecting such despite the roll of her eyes.  “ yes, thanks. i remembered to bring a sleeping bag with me to a camping trip. ”  it was good to be reminded of how caleb saw her; it helped to keep her sixteen year old daydreams in check.  “ why ? is that something else you wouldn’t mind sharing with me ? ”  or not. 

the way life worked was still a complex subject for caleb harris, not being good at philosophizing at all. part of him felt like the right thing to do was to ask rosie on a date after throwing that first paper ball - but external agents kept him from it. now, years later, a tricky breakup being part of his emotional baggage and a crush still latent, he treated rosalyn kendrick like she was a porcelain doll he wasn’t supposed to be touching, although her beauty was such that he couldn’t help but break the rules for her. often, he just wanted to follow his impulses around her - he seldom did, anyway. rolling his eyes in response to her eye-roll, he was speechless for a moment before recovering as he took a bite from the melting smore on his hand. “i don’t know, you don’t forget to bring your ass cause it’s attached to you,” he reased, mouth full. swallowing, his brown eyes dared to look into her green hues. “i’d share anything with you but do you think you could handle it?” the question was finished with the raise of his eyebrow, time seemingly frozen then.

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kelly tomas.

“Hm, I guess it I didn’t make the best first impression, but can you really say it isn’t nice to meet me?” She joked, a playful smile on her face so that her tone was clear. “I am buying you coffee to make up for it after all,” she reminded him. “Yeah, kind of. I’ve been here for a few months, but I’ve been unpacking and working and not really sleeping.”

Genuine laughter erupted from chapped lips, his head shaking slightly at the joke of the brunette. “You made a decent first impression, Kelly -- just wish it had been less wet and warm,” he paused, reconsidering his words, “Unless it was on a different context, that is.” He laughed once more, squinting his brown eyes at her next words. She looked familiar... he was trying to place her a bit too hard. Before he could remember, they’d reached a coffee shop and he opened the door for her.  

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imessage: donkey 🐔💩

NAT: fam she jerked it off w her tits then put the spunk up her pussy

NAT: r u being horsephobic rn

NAT: idk calzone, sounds like u've got a diy project

NAT: or a new product to market @ work

NAT: pitch it to ur colleagues

NAT: the cum 3000 - ice age edition

CALEB: horse dicks are so big like that shit must hurt

CALEB: but then again women deliver babies outta the pu$$y

CALEB: so i mean?? a huge dong is nothing, right??

CALEB: i aint bouta taste my own cum, need to find me a dirty one to do it

CALEB: LMAO lush would ban me forever

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imessage: donkey 🐔💩

NAT: the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck

NAT: ive seen a chick gettin dicked down by a horse

NAT: the vid was only like 3 mins tho

NAT: didnt see a guy version

NAT: but im glad 2 kno horse is a genre

NAT: ur so fucked

CALEB: havent u heard that song... an oldie but a goodie

CALEB: was she sucking the horses dick bc same

CALEB: the guy version is somehow worse, idk how thats possible

CALEB: also have u thought if cum would taste the same if u froze it?

CALEB: would it be like an horchata popsicle?

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imessage: donkey 🐔💩

NAT: 👎

NAT: i aint googlin it

NAT: i dont want the sci fi genre ruined for me

NAT: u kno, like italian food

NAT: and my roommate

NAT: u watch some raw nasty shit

CALEB: 🙄

CALEB: what if god was one of us

CALEB: if you let that ruin shit for u...

CALEB: then ur a pussy LMAO

CALEB: why did i ruin ur roommate for u the fuck

CALEB: lmao have u watched that vid of the guy gettin fucked by a horse?

CALEB: or isis killings?

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sylvie briscoe.

Sylvie had been practicing her audition piece in the “lobby” given that it was much more spacious than her dingy little efficiency. This proved to be an unwise decision as she tripped over the leg of a nearby chair and fell flat on her face. Hair falling in front of her eyes she could just make out some feet approaching her. “You didn’t see that, right?”

Caleb had been rehearsing a tune for a song he was going toshow his bandmates, when he heard a loud bang on the floor. Brown eyes left the strings and gazed at the girl that was on the floor, which made him laugh softly to himself before he got up to help her. Pulling his hand out to her, he chuckled once more. “I just heard the noise but the look on your face is hilarious.”

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kelly tomas.

Kelly appreciated the change in demeanor, but also didn’t fault him for his initial reaction. “I might, but I owe you one,” she suggested with a shrug. She made her way down the sidewalk, keeping the man close by her side because she wanted to repay him for the spilt drink. “I’m Kelly by the way. Sorry we had to meet this way,” she offered, giggling softly.

He’d be late for work so he made sure to text Luca, explaining the situation very briefly as they walked down the street. Letting out a short laugh, his bad mood was starting to dissipate --with the help of mental counting, of course--. Putting his phone back in his pocked, he’d nodded his head at the girl. “Caleb - it’s... nice to meet you, I think?” He replied, furrowing his brows as he looked over at Kelly. “You new around here?”

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imessage: donkey 🐔💩

NAT: ✨✨ in love w me n my sparkly fuckin personality ✨✨

NAT: nah piss of w that

NAT: everyone wants 2 fuck

NAT: loves got shit all to do w it

NAT: TF

NAT: THATS A SCENE OUT OF ALIEN

NAT: BRO

CALEB: lmao u need to stop being so dramatic

CALEB: someone out there probably truly loves u

CALEB: yet here u are being a fuckin grey cloud

CALEB: get over YOURSELF

CALEB: .... it was weird and a lil disgusting

CALEB: u know, like me

CALEB: u should google it cause i aint boutta have those links on my phone