How 'Bout A Girl Who's Got A Brain... @popularandbookish - Tumblr Blog

jaime-chavez:

Jaime’s smile widened as the girl continued to talk, nodding his head quickly. “Your car it is,” he said with a light chuckle, glancing down to his guitar case and bag. “Yeah, that sounds good, I gotta put my stuff in my room, any way. Meet you here in a few.” With that, he shuffled into the house, glancing to the staircase. then to the living room. No one would mess with his stuff if he left it downstairs, right? Well, he was hoping on that. Setting the items onto the couch, he made his way back to the porch, leaning against the railing. As he waited for Casey, Jaime pulled out his phone, typed in his pass code, and scrolled through Instagram.

If Casey was coordinated, she would have taken the steps two at a time in order to get to her room faster. However, Casey knew if she had done that she would have face planted and been too embarrassed to come out for the rest of the night. Throwing Murder on the Orient Express on the desk next to her bed. Focusing, Casey dug through the rest of the crap on her desk, and pulled out ten different items before finding the keys to her yellow Volkswagon Bug. A squee escaped her lips as she quickly walked out of her room and back down the steps--nearly slipping before hitting the bottom. Deciding not to look like a crazy person, the redhead slowed to just a walk, and stepped back outside. Jingling her keys to get his attention, she smiled. “Let’s go get some coffee,” she said, already starting to walk to her Bug.

#mini paras #jaime

jaime-chavez:

“I love coffee,” Jaime replied with a wide smile, getting more excited at the thought of doing something other than discussing music theory for what felt like eternity. “Slam poetry..” He nodded once. “I could definitely listen to some of that right now, too.” His eyes widened at the redhead - Casey - holding out her hand, just realizing that the pair hadn’t even introduced themselves yet. “I’m Jaime. Nice to meet you, Casey,” he said with a light laugh, shaking her hand quickly. “So, who should drive? I don’t mind if I have to, but fair warning - my car has no A.C.”

Excitement was etched onto Casey’s face as the guy agreed to go to The Split Bean with her. “Jaime. Nice to meet you too,” she responded, making sure to participate in the hand shake as well. Eyebrows raising at the thought of having to ride in a car with no A.C, Casey shook her head quickly. “Don’t worry about it. I have a car with A.C. Not that riding around in your car wouldn’t be fun, because hey we could at least have fun with the windows down,” she quickly said, laughing awkwardly at the word vomit that started. “I have to go grab my keys. Want to meet back down here in a couple minutes?”

#jaime #welcome to the awkward world of casey

jaime-chavez:

Jaime cringed, embarrassed, as the redhead jumped, startled by his sudden appearance - his bad. But, the feeling subsided as she spoke, the boy letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah, that Poirot sure does love the sound of his own voice,” he agreed, adjust the strap of his book bag. “Not yet. I just got done with an incredibly boring music composition course,” Jamie replied, his grin widening at the mere thought of doing something fun. “Do you have any suggestions? I’m in need of something that doesn’t require me discussing the structure of Chopin’s Minute Waltz at length.”

Eyebrows raising at the prospect of learning something about music other than the random trivia she knew about different artists, Casey smiled. “I know a great coffee shop downtown. Do you like coffee?” she asked. The guy was obviously someone she was going to be able to converse with, considering he knew how talkative Poirot liked to be. Plus, it seemed he needed a good time just as much as she did. “They even have some great slam poetry reads on good days. I’m actually crossing my fingers that something cool is going on.” Tucking her book into the crook of her arm, she held her hand out. “I’m Casey, by the way.”

#jaime #she's just like #this whole time I forgot to mention who the hell I am #lol

jaime-chavez:

Guitar case in one hand and his book bag in the other, Jaimé hummed a show tune softly to himself as he made his way back to the house. After his long day in one of his classes, he was in desperate need of some relaxation. He hopped up the steps of the porch, glancing over to the redhead sitting. “Hey,” he said, smiling lightly to her. Jaimé leaned against a wall, eyeing the book in her hands. “Book for class or book for fun that isn’t as fun as you thought it’d be?”

Always on her guard--meaning never--Casey jumped when the young man spoke. Blushing at her obvious and ridiculous reaction the redhead looked from him to the book. “Mostly fun. I’ve been challenging myself to read two books a month. I don’t know if I’m going to finish this one on time with how the great Agatha Christe writes her books.” A soft scowl crossed her features until she let out a soft puff of breath. “Doing something fun, yourself?” she asked, figuring a nice change of subject was in order.

#mini paras #jaime

Feet dangling off the side of the porch swing, Casey was busy reading Murder on the Orient Express. She had started and stopped this particular book many times, but this time around the redhead was determined that she would finish it. “It would help if the characters didn’t like to hear themselves talk,” she muttered to herself. It was difficult to get past the incessant talk that was the main driving force for all the action. Sighing, she laid the book open across her stomach and rubbed her tired eyes.

#tdhu #tdhu: starter #open

Walking into the house after being Miss December for a calendar shoot her book club was making to drum up some funds, Casey tried her best to look nonchalant about her current attire. Walking into the kitchen, she went to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. Turning, she couldn’t help but laugh when she saw someone in the room. “I hope you’ve been nice, Santa’s been checkin in early.”

#tdhu:starter #she's really embarrassed heh

Running her fingers through her red hair, attempting to detangle her annoying bedhead, Casey grumbled incoherently under her breath. She hadn’t been feeling well all week--her temperature at one point spiking to 104 degrees--and she knew she looked like hell. Taking an uneasy step from her room, a hoarse cough escaped her. “Just need to get some chicken noodle soup,” she mumbled to herself, her pride making it hard for her to ask anyone for help.

A few steps down the hallway had her breathing like she had just ran a half marathon. Taking deep breaths, she pushed herself to move forward. Her body ached as she continued, but she could her feel her body starting to slow. Vision becoming blurry, she took another breath, continuing to try and push through it--only to cause her body to collapse completely. A small groan escaped her as she felt herself drifting into unconsciousness.

#tdhu starter #the sorority hallway

overthinkingaviator

Tossing a bright green bouncy ball up toward the ceiling, Braydon lazily caught it as gravity did its thing. He couldn’t sleep, and his roommates were out doing God knows what —- so the room was fairly quiet aside from the occasional thump that emitted from the ball he was keeping himself occupied with. That’s when a knock at the door stole his attention, though he didn’t take his eyes off his game. “Door’s open,” he called out.

popularandbookish

The worst cases of insomnia had been hitting Casey as of late--often times leaving her reading textbooks and listening to music in the library. On the downside, those little actions hadn’t left her in the brightest lights of the people who seemed to be living in said place. Finding herself without a place to really frequent, the redhead wandered lost around the house--searching every nook and cranny that she could find to pass the time. It wasn’t until she passed by a door and heard thumping that her curiosity got the better of her. Fingers barely rapping at the door, she was surprised to hear a familiar voice. “Stringbean?,” she questioned softly as she cracked the door open.

#braydon #mini paras #oops she's officially calling him that now forever xD

Casey Anderson’s Moodboard

“...And remember, if I’m harsh with you it’s only because you’re doing it wrong.”

#tdhu:task #'cause I'm perfectly incomplete I'm still working on my masterpiece [ musings ]

ghostofyoshi

“He grabbed her by the hips, and —– oh my God.”

popularandbookish

Deftly grabbing the paper from the girl's hand, Casey stuffed it into one of her notebooks. "Don't you know to mind your own business," she snapped, her face red from embarrassment.

#mini paras #kerria

Popping in her favorite movie, Meet Me in St. Louis, Casey sat cross legged on her bed with a bowl of popcorn in her lap. It was a tradition--at least for her anyways--that kept her buzzing with Christmas spirit. As the movie sprang to life, so did Casey. "Meet me in St. Louis, Louis...meet me at the fair," she sang in time with the characters on the screen.

#tdhu os #tdhu in

Why did I decide to take 24 credit hours?

#she's mumbling to herself #tdhu os #tdhu in #the library #she's so stressed right now

thecoolestkatintown

I’ve never met a knot I couldn’t untie… just hold still.

popularandbookish

Oh my god thank you. I don’t even know how it got tied that tight...stupid friendship bracelet wow.

#chat #katerina #as she doesn't stay still

popularandbookish

Casey’s eyelids fluttered closed as the girl deepened the kiss. It was so nice to be able to have that kind of intimacy with another person–even if all she was, was a stranger that had asked for it. A small hum of a moan escaped her lips as her hands moved down to wrap around the girl’s waist.

teamfreakazoid

Keeping her hand behind her opposite’s head, McKenzie slowly lifted her chest, flattening her stomach against the girl’s. The small moan that escaped her opposite’s lips triggered one to slip from her own. Upon feeling the redhead’s arms wrap around her, the small brunette suddenly broke the kiss… again, and slowly lowered herself back down to the balls of her feet. She looked to the side, pursing her lips in thought. “Do you have a room here…?” She asked quietly, biting her lip apprehensively as she looked back up to find her eyes.

popularandbookish

Once the kiss was broken--again--Casey's face flushed as she looked down at the girl. The question caught the redhead off guard--the thought that this little intimate moment would lead to something more not even occurring in her mind until she was presented with it. Hands moving to grab the other girl's, Casey began to walk backwards, a tiny smile etching at her features. "This way," she replied, only bothering to swing around when they hit the stairs--not letting her hands drop until they reached her door.

Opening the door slowly, Casey's eyes scanned the room to make sure no one was there. Thankfully it was empty, a small breath she didn't know she was holding escaping in a small sigh. "Make yourself at home," she offered, her smile turning awkward at the awkwardness of the statement.

#mini paras #Mckenzie #*.*