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heather lynn // 19 i want the part of you that you refuse to give.

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a few drinks // ashton & heather

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bradshahaw:

“I guess that’s something we have in common.” Ashton swallowed his third shot, and poured himself a fourth. He barely felt anything, but it was probably because he was so used to this. Drinking had become almost a nightly ritual for him, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had gone over a day without at least one beer.

Ashton grinned and nodded, pretending he was about to slam the bottle on Heather’s head. He laughed at her reaction before pulling out the bottle opener and popping the top open. “Here you go.”

“We have plenty in common!” Heather spoke, but soon took back her words. “No, that’s a lie actually. We’re polar opposites.”

Heather cowered in fear and shut her eyes until she heard laughter and felt no pain. She opened her eyes and stood up straight giving him a playful glare. Heather lightly shoved his shoulder and took the bottle from him. “I was going to say thank you, but nope. Not anymore.”

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a few drinks // ashton & heather

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bradshahaw:

“Then why’d you agree to this?” Ashton laughed, amused. He downed his second shot and placed the glass on the table, pouring himself another one. His eyes drifted to the floor and he noticed Heather’s choice of footwear.

“Not those again.” He stifled a giggle. 

“Because drinking helps me get my mind off of things!” Of course there was more to the story, but that was something Heather would barely even  admit to herself. “Hey now,” Heather warned. “They’re pink and have cute ruffles. Plus, they keep me warm.” She drank her third while cringing before deciding it was time to move on to beer since she was already tipsy. 

“Mind opening this for me?” She looked up at the curly haired boy beside her.

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gdiaurelia:

“Are polly pockets still in stores? I remember that stuff when I was, like, nine,” she said with a grin, turning her attention to the screen again.

“Honestly, I don’t know. But I’m sure they’re on eBay or something.” Heather shrugged and returned her gaze to the moving pictures in front of her.

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shtolivia:

“What? No, a bird just flew by and almost shit on me. Did you just say aliens?”

“Well, yeah. We can’t be the only things out there.”

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a few drinks // ashton & heather

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bradshahaw:

“You know nail polish isn’t supposed to go in your mouth, right?” Ashton grinned.

He took the glass from her and downed it in one go, the familiar flavor burning his throat as it went down. He poured another glass, waiting for Heather to finish hers. 

Heather tried to think of a witty comeback, but couldn’t so she just smiled at him knowing it’s better to accept defeat sooner rather than later. “Shut up, dickbag.” 

She felt the burn in the back of her throat as she coughed a little. The girl set the glass down and took the bottle from Ashton pouring her drink and tossing it back just as fast. “I hate drinking.”

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gdiaurelia:

“I’d get so bored. I’d wanna go outside and run around and probably get either picked up by a bird or crushed under a bike tire or something,” she said with a little grin.

“Um, if you were living in my pocket I’d buy you a polly pocket play set and make sure no bird ate you.” Heather chuckled.

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derekxmontgomery:

“Honestly, I don’t know. You probably wouldn’t want to sit through my graduation, it’s going to be really long. And since I’m graduating in the fall, because of the extra classes, I might not even take part in the ceremony, since it’ll be like 7 months later.”

“Yeah, I went to my cousin’s graduation and it was extremely long and boring. Can’t deny that I cried though. No surprise, I cry during most everything.”

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brian-sterling:

“Oh you have to met Roscoe then, he’s the nicest thing ever. And no unfortunately, probably just staying in watching netflix.”

“Oh, really? If you pinky promise that he won’t bite me, then I’d love to meet him. That sounds exactly like my night! What will you be watching?”

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shtolivia:

“What the fuck—” 

“What? Oh my god, are there aliens?!”

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a few drinks // ashton & heather

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bradshahaw:

“Hmmm, anything you say.” Ashton smiled, taking out the bottle opener from his back pocket. He popped open the beer and took a long swig, watching Heather get off of the counter.

“Vodka first or beer?” He asked, arranging the shot glasses.  

“Yeah, because I’m always right.” Heather shot him a playful wink and moved herself so she was standing beside him. “Vodka,” She smoothly replied. “I hate it, but it does the job. It kind of tastes like nail polish?” Heather tilted her head trying to find an accurate comparison. The girl took the bottle that was in front of her and poured it into 2 glasses taking one for herself and handing the other to Ashton. “Cheers to crappy days!”

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daltontbh:

“I dunno… I have a tendency to drink all of it… accidentally. My obsession is seriously a problem.”

“Maybe you should seek rehab.”

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brian-sterling:

“Roscoe is a rotwieler, so I’m a bit biased about them. But that doesn’t sound very fun, any plans for tonight?”

“Rotwielers have always scared me a bit, not going to lie. No, I don’t have any. You?”

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plsjacob:

“Hm, I dunno. I’m just not about that vanilla life?”

“But it’s so good! Chocolate is boring. You can’t add anything to it. And strawberry is just gross.”

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brian-sterling:

“I had a great time with my puppy in the park today. It was nice to see him run around for a bit you know? Well that was my day, how was yours?”

“Aw, that sounds lovely. I’ve been wanting a dog for a while, but can’t seem to decide on what kind to get. My day was good! Just had work for a bit, nothing too exciting.”

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a few drinks // ashton & heather

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bradshahaw:

“Going to bed every night with the potential to get raped or mugged in your sleep is living on the edge?” Ashton rested the 6-pack of beer next to the vodka and leaned back against the counter, watching Heather try to get the shot glasses from the high cabinet.

“Need help?” He asked, amused.

Heather side eyed him from her position before going back to reaching. “I’m sure someone would hear my screams of terror and come to help. Or, just be a good civilian and call 911 for me. Heather shook her head being stubborn as usual, “No! I put them up there, so I can get them down.” Finally, Heather got a hold on them and hopped off the counter.  “Shall we?” She asked.

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daltontbh:

I… It’s not what it looks like. I’m not a coffee hoarder. I’m just stocking up for the future.

“As long as you plan to share some, I’m not judging considering I’m equally as infatuated with the drink.”

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gdiaurelia:

Lia’s arms wrapped around Heather as best as she could, and with a laugh she spoke, “Not sure if I would survive even a week in anybody’s pocket.”

Heather moved her head so she could look at the blonde “Oh? Why’s that?”