real love;

Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with nothing but loose ends Super rich kids with nothing but fake friends

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elitupua:

Eli was about to nod, about to mention the next time the boy comes in or next time they see one another and then it goes to shit. It goes to shit so quickly that the red head almost isn’t prepared for it. He isn’t used to someone coming in and just going off on him. In fact, Eli isn’t used to people being aggressive with him at all. He’s not a fighter, couldn’t be even if he tried (and god knows he had tried, the bonfire was his first and last attempt). So when the brunette starts jabbing him with comments it’s like little needles going into his back. This place, this food, all things that he loved… were being treated like garbage. If these were the best things in his life then what good was he? The taller boy’s heart sunk a bit in his chest, trying not to show the other how saddened he was by the words being said. It was only one stranger, right? One bad egg that couldn’t see how wonderful this little bakery was. He didn’t matter. That’s what Eli kept trying to convince himself, but at the end of the day? Eli cared for only two things: everyone in the world and what they thought of him. Having that sort of weight on your back could really bring him down— which was why he broke out into a bright smile when the conversation seemed to flip on his head. “Yeah?” He questioned, putting the cookie into a little to go box. Sure, he felt bad that the other was going to buy it after he had offered it to him, but hey, not everyone enjoyed a discount. So if this would make them both happy, Eli was far from disagreeing. “I know you said you don’t want to come back, but if you do… Uhm. Here’s a magic envelope! We give it to everyone who comes in this week. If you bring it in next time then we can open in together and you win whatever is inside. Like, a free pastry or a coffee or fifty percent off or a hat with our logo. It’s fun, but not mandatory so. I’ll just leave it on your box and if you want it, you can take it.” And even after all that, he found a way to smile warmly at the other.  Although, he is too afraid to ask the boy’s name. “Have a nice day.”

It took him nearly two weeks to muster up the courage to return to the bakery, the magic envelope as the redhead had called it practically mocking him from where it hung proudly on his refrigerator, Peyton feigning a scowl every time he dared to pass. And each time his hand lingered, as if that were going to be the moment he decided to give in, though per fleeting courage he always ended up reclining, talking himself out of such a silly idea before moving on with his day. Though for some reason that particular morning, he’d decided that this was the day, envelope clutched in begrudging hand as he made his way into the building. However the moment the bell gave a light jingle announcing his presence, Peyton suddenly knew that he had made a mistake. Without a word, he placed it before the other. 

“----- I don’t want whatever’s inside,” He told the other bluntly after a long, drawn out moment, gaze never leaving the counter. Why he had decided to return if that were the case--- Well, even that was beyond him. Though, there he was, just as stubborn as always as he waited for the redhead to react. 

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elitupua:

Eli had definitely experienced grumpy customers before, but he could usually get them to smile by the time they walked out the door. This boy, however, didn’t seem like he was going to budge anytime soon. Never in his two years of working for a bakery did someone reject a free pastry. It was almost like being rejected for a date, at least it was in Eli’s head. Thanks to being so insecure, the red head didn’t take rejection well. He did hide it well, though, a bright smile always stuck in place as though afraid of letting it go. “I know you didn’t ask. I just figured you might like one… We throw them out if we don’t sell all of them and I hate to see them go to waste you know? I’m more of a croissant guy but sometimes I’ll eat one on my break just so that it doesn’t end up in the garbage pail.” Eli explained, definitely saying more than the other boy probably cared about. Nonetheless, he continued to ramble with a soft smile, even laughing at the harsh commentary on emojis. Sure, they were an unnecessary little add on but they made texting a bit more fun. Plus, if someone wanted to type something out it was nice to know exactly what they were feeling. Eli personally liked the little monkey ones, which is probably why he put them on so many of the sugar cookies. No design wasn’t nearly as fun as a monkey covering his eyes. Obviously, that wasn’t what the other boy thought, though, so Eli made his reply more simple.  “And, I enjoy them quite a bit actually. I’ll put the cookie back, maybe next time you’ll try one.”

“Next time?” Peyton scoffed harshly, a snort following, as if to completely discredit what the other had suggested. As if it were the most unbelievable idea to have ever existed. “You say that as if I didn’t just stop in on chance,” a lie, “--- As if anyone would go out of their way to actually bother coming into a place like this,” another lie, “Truly, you’d be doing yourself a favor by just tossing them all away to begin with.” A final lie. Coffee burning in the palm of his hand, Peyton grit his teeth. If he were being honest with himself, he’d recognize that he wasn’t being entirely fair towards the other... if this had been anyone though, most likely he would’ve never even bothered with words let alone entire sentences. However, there was something about this particular boy--- something that brought out the worst in him. Or perhaps, the best, depending on how you wanted to look at the situation. And even if he didn’t walk in intending to shit all over the other’s day --- once he got started, he couldn’t seem to stop. With that, Peyton took the other in, his rapidly reducing smile, the light in his eyes seeming to flicker out.... fuck. “----- I’ll take one,” He found himself muttering before he even had a chance to register the words leaving his lips, sure that his own shocked expression was enough to not question his erratic behavior as he then awkwardly cleared his throat. “But, to go. And I’m paying for it.”

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elitupua:

Working at the bakery was honestly the best part of his day. After being stressed out over classes, homework, and everything else going on, work seemed like his home away from home. Sure, it was nice to go back to the apartment and just relax, but this was something he enjoyed doing. Plus, this was a nice amount of extra cash in his pocket. The lunch rush was always a bit exhausting, so Eli always saved his break for right afterward. A cup of coffee and a croissant was always a good breather in his opinion. The second he went to clock out, a broody looking boy walked in. Although the other had a bitter expression, Eli still found him quite adorable. Rude– but adorable. “Sorry, I was just uh–” He began to explain, but figured that staying an extra minute or so really wouldn’t hurt. Plus, this customer seemed in a rush. So the red head simply smiled from ear to ear, preparing the coffee and grabbing a cookie. With an almost dopey look on his face, he offered it up to the other. “I baked them fresh. I don’t wanna brag but they’re really quite delicious. If you came before the lunch rush you could’ve seen the decorated ones. We had little emoji’s and animals and one girl got our last cookie monster.” He rambled on, a child like excitement evident on his face. “Anyways, it’s on the house if you’re interested.” Maybe a cookie would brighten his day, god knows making someone happy always made Eli feel better. 

Gaze settling on the cookie before him, Peyton suddenly became conflicted. Why this -- stranger -- of all people was offering him free baked goods was beyond him, even if he did look like the sort to preform random acts of kindness simply for the hell of it. People like that probably got off on it, an idea that Peyton truly had never understood. And while it would’ve been welcome to anyone other than himself, he was sure, Peyton didn’t appreciate charity; surely he could afford the damn thing, but he hadn’t asked for one, so why exactly should he receive one regardless? People like the redhead before him were truly baffling. And besides ... even if the boy was startling handsome, grin bright enough to melt even the coldest of hearts --- unfortunately, Peyton was not the type to be easily swayed. “Just the coffee,” He repeated flatly once more despite the offer, gaze remaining unimpressed, swiftly ignoring the small lurch his heart determinedly gave inside his chest. “Seeing as I didn’t ask for a cookie, however delicious they might be. -- Obviously I obtain all five of my senses, and you can smell the damn things baking from down the block.” With that, he allowed his gaze to linger for a moment longer. “------ And for the record, anyone that feeds into the emoji franchise evidently doesn’t have half a brain to realize that despite what main stream media might tell you, nobody enjoys them.”

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blcnca:

music always seemed make things go by quicker, maybe not make thing more effective but it went by quicker, at least that’s what blanca told herself as she was doing the weekly vacuuming, music blasting from the speakers around her apartment, drowning out every other sound that might’ve come. “ I came to party on my own, don’t need nobody in my song..” she sang along to the song bopping her head in tact to the music. well until some weird bumping noise that definitely wasn’t part of the music began and she paused the song and shut the vacuum off to go see what the hell was up. about to open the door she heard the familiar voice and sighed before peeking her head out. “ did you just bang your head against the door? “ she questions noticing the red tint on his forehead, she couldn’t help but let out a snort like laugh. “ do you know how many brain cells you just lost? also come in and quit complaining. also stop looking like a crazy person you’re gonna scare my neighbors away.“

As the door opened, Peyton could only grimace at the other. “Anything else you’d like to demand of me, B?” He questioned indignantly, a huff passing his lips despite doing what he was told, only briefly sparing a glance in the direction of her neighbor’s doors before heading inside. Truthfully he didn’t entirely care what any of them thought; though if Blanca was concerned, then he supposed that he should be to. Because that was the friendly thing to do, or whatever. “What the hell are you doing down here, anyway?” Pey went onto mutter, “--- I could hear you from an entire floor away. And that’s saying something, given that the people on the other side of the wall have sex like it’s their last dying will.” 

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@blcnca

“----- Blanca!” Peyton called, eyebrows furrowed fiercely as he thumped on her front door, attempting to be heard over the blaring music as he continued to knock repeatedly. “C’mon, B,” He sighed, realizing quickly that an answer anytime soon would be doubtful, his forehead moving to rest on the cracked wood before him as he let out an annoyed huff. Despite the obvious differences in the two, the girl practically being the day to his night, and the fact that he was currently developing a brain-melting headache... he actually didn’t mind he brunette all that much. Even if her chatter did drive him up the wall. “I hope you enjoyed our brief friendship,” Peyton tried then, beating his head against the front door as he did so, “Because you’re rapidly ending it.”

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@elitupua

It wasn’t often that Peyton strayed outside the comforts of his apartment, giving that socializing wasn’t exactly his strong suit --- or something that he enjoyed, for that matter; small talk being the actual bane of his existence. But on the fleeting chance that he had the desire to step foot outside, it was a bakery not far down the street that he chose to occupy, the comforting smell of baked goods drifting in through his open window enough to tempt him out the door and down the block with only little hesitance. “Just a cup of coffee,” He muttered quietly as he dropped a ten onto the counter, barely even bothering to look up as his gaze shifted to the tray of cookies set to cool nearby. Of course, that was why he had come in the first place; but he was hardly going to let on. If anything, he would simply swipe one when nobody was looking, perhaps on his way out the door. 

With that, he looked up when he got no response. “---- Now,” He told the boy flatly, eyebrows raising impatiently as he did so.