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arrogant pig, but real charming with it. Garrett. 24. gaston

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Just Holding on for Tonight// Garrett and Viviane

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vivianefoxx:

She shrugged at his words. “Didn’t want to steal your bed,” she explained, before adding, “I was waiting for you to be the gentleman and offer, so thanks”, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Dutifully she followed him up the stairs, noting instantly the changes that his room has undergone since the last time she’d been there. It looked like he was moving, but she thought better than to comment on it just then.

Instead she moved to the side of the bed and drew back the covers before sitting down on the edge. “If I’m not sleeping on the couch, what makes you think you are?” Viviane raised an eyebrow. “It’s your bed. And its not like we’ve never shared a bed before,” she pointed out, before remembering that might not have been the best of arguments to bring up. Swallowing, she added, “Please?”

He hesitated for what felt like the longest of times, closing his bedroom door against the door and resting his back against it as he looked at her with a sigh. Every inch of of his being suggested he should stick to his plan of sleeping on the couch and remaining mad at her like he wanted to, like he needed too but he couldn’t. 

Finally, he heaved a sigh and pushed himself off the door and climbed onto the bed beside her, flopping down as if it wasn’t bothering him being so close to her, especially after the night that they had had. 

He sunk into the pillows, his eyes drifting across to the ceiling as he propped his arm under his head. 

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charles-price:

He didn’t catch the mumble, but let it go, knowing that anything Garrett wanted to say would have come out loud and clear. “Yeah, you know me, always up for trying new things. Better figure that out before she gets here, girls usually prefer when you call them by their actual name,” Charles laughed, clapping his friend on the shoulder as he walked from the room. He left the door to the bathroom open however, calling out as he fixed his hair. “Solid plan. Avoidance of going home is what college was meant for, if I never have to go home again it will be one time too soon.” 

He couldn’t help but agree, figuring if he was to never see James again he would die feeling that he had accomplished something with his life. He pondered the girls name again, knowing he would never be remotely interested in what the girl was like, it was the wrong name he wanted to be thinking off, Isabella the only one he ever remembered. He snapped his fingers as the correct name came to the forefront of his mind, “-- her name is Nina.” he replied, “Nina..”

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Just Holding on for Tonight// Garrett and Viviane

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vivianefoxx:

I expect you to think the worst of me. I expect you to hate me. “I would expect you to think exactly what you do,” she admitted, picking at the sandwich again. She managed to finish one half but then pushed the plate away a few inches. Maybe it was the heaviness of the conversation but she couldn’t bring herself to eat. How could she when he was looking at her like that. “I know,” was all she could reply in a small voice. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was all she could say.

She sighed and placed her elbows on the counter, resting her forehead in her palms. “My past, what else do people ever use as blackmail?” she quipped bitterly. It wasn’t something she wanted to talk about, something she wanted to think about. Truthfully she didn’t want to think at all. Suddenly she was tired. When he changed the subject and suggested sleep, she nodded. “Yeah me either,” she admitted, pushing herself up off the kitchen stool. Her half-eaten sandwich was still on the plate but she couldn’t bring herself to finish it. “Probably…I remember where the couch is.” 

He shook his head, frowning. “You’re not sleeping on the couch, Viviane--” he scolded gently, he was a prick the majority of the time but right now, it didn’t feel right to use his natural reaction to everything and be a prick to her. He couldn’t do it, “My room is unoccupied, you can sleep there.” he replied, not quite remembering that it was merely a bed and a couch in there, the man having boxed his things in the past few weeks and moved to an apartment of his own downtown finally. 

He lead her to the stairs, moving towards his old room with a sigh before pushing open the door to the lone bed and couch. He indicated to the couch, “I’ll just crash there--” he muttered, not wanting to admit he wanted to be near her should James come home unexpectedly, something he was renowned for doing. 

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charles-price:

Charles snorted. “Now it sounds like you’re talking about one in particular. Last year was good for you then?” he joked. He looked down at the shirt in his hand for a moment, shaking his head before pulling it on. “Oh I left it on your floor? Rookie mistake, I’m the worst one night stand.” He tugged at the bottom of his shirt to straighten it before running a hand through his hair. “Nothing much, just going to that basement show. It’s probably gonna suck but there’s alcohol. What about you? Doing some light reading? Getting a jump on your classes, Hermione?” he ribbed.

He rolled his eyes yet didn’t comment further, merely tried to calculate how he could smack the heads of his two closet, scratch that his only, friends heads together and tell them to work their shit out. “You’re disgusting. And a terrible liar--” he muttered, returning his attention to his book. “Actually, it’s the Karma Sutra and I found it in your dresser, didn’t know you were such a book fan Charlie boy--” he teased in response, rolling his eyes at the mention of the gig. “Pass, I have Vanessa coming around later, or was it Melanie... fuck.” he paused to think exactly who had returned his call. “I don’t know, all I know is I’m avoiding the House of Hunt and James for a few days--”

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text ✉️ Kira Pride

KP: Will you be getting me out of them before or after I manage to kick you in the face?

GH: Ooh stop you know I like it when you're rough. ;)

GH: But I'm serious, get dressed. I need a night out.

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xxmaddison:

                         “You’re blocking my car. I’m not moving till you                                    scoot that hunk of junk that’s blocking my                                                cherry red little beauty.”

“That hunk of junk, as you call it, is a 1937 Bugatti and worth more than that piece of shit you call a beauty--” 

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text ✉️ Kira Pride

KP: Or... I could stay in my sweat pants and keep watching how to get away with murder.

GH: Don't make me come around and drag you out in your sweatpants Pride, I will do it.

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charles-price:

“Are we borrowing each other’s clothes now, Hunt? How domestic,” he laughed, though it didn’t stop him from going over to the wardrobe and pulling open the doors. “Clingy, emotional…” he added over his shoulder to Garrett’s running list as he thumbed through the shirts. A moment later he turned around, holding the navy button down clenched in his hand. “Bro, this literally is my shirt. The one I’ve been looking for.”

“Willing to get a little freaky--” he suggested, sighing at his additions, “Are you talking about all freshman or just one in particular?” he said, as Charles returned with the missing shirt. He shrugged, an innocent look on his face. “They all look the same on the bedroom floor, bro--” he replied with a roll of his yes, “How am I supposed to know it’s not mine” he argued, before returning his attentions to his book. “What are you up to tonight anyway?”

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text ✉️ Kira Pride

GH: Get your sexiest outfit on, I'm taking you out. G.

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young-price:

“Somewhere my dad is likely to actually visit is probably a decent start, so I’d say that italian place by the water.” Eric rolled his eyes at Garrett before snorting. “Your social calendar can wait. It’s a matter of time until Kira goes all batty now which means hyper organized pain in the ass or a train wreck. And if my brother reverts back to the antisocial ass he was before her, neither of us are going to have a good time. So let’s fix this. Also, wear shoes you can run in.”

He sighed, “Fine, I’ll text her now--” he replied, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. “How bad has she been ?” he asked, having seen nothing of the tiny blonde since their split, having spent most of his time with Charles. “Because, if she’s anything like Charlie boy, I’m wary as fuck right now--” he muttered, remembering how Charles had been, basically a bear with a sore thumb. 

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Just Holding on for Tonight// Garrett and Viviane

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vivianefoxx:

Viviane could feel the awkwardness in the room, the way that their jokes moved through air that was heavy, and were followed by smiles that only ever made it halfway. Still she was grateful to him for being there, in whatever capacity he was able. She knew he was still mad at her, but he had stopped for her, invited her in and for that she was grateful. She hated being weak, but if it had to be in front of anyone…somehow she believed that he would be the one to judge her least. Distantly she wondered what that said about the rest of her friends.

When he started to ask her how she could continue once she knew who he was, Viviane bit her lip, uncomfortable, but the end to the question was not what she’d been expecting. Immediately her eyes snapped up to his face at his words. “No–I never–Garrett I never spied on you,” she shook her head adamantly, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders as she leaned forward. Did he really think…? Had he thought it all this time? “The second you got back, that was when I came to you to talk to you, remember? I wanted to warn you that I was going to have to…But then we stopped talking…and I never did. I bet he was pretty angry at me then,” she barked a laugh at the thought, though there was nothing funny about it. One problem at a time Viviane. 

When he slid the plate towards her, she picked up the sandwich and took a bite. Though she was sure he’d made it well, between the awkward conversation and everything else the food was tasteless to her. Still she forced herself to take another bite–she’d asked him for food after all–before setting the sandwich back on the plate. Why? She supposed she owed him that much of the truth, so she didn’t hide her gaze, but rather looked him straight in they eye. “He threatened me. Blackmail.” 

He folded his arms across his chest as he stared at the glass of whiskey warily, wishing that for one moment he could drink without it becoming a problem. Without him becoming so intoxicated that he ended up doing something he regretted, his promise to Isabella all those months ago stuck in his mind so vividly, yet the itch to grab that glass was strong. He fidgeted a little, keeping his arms firmly against his body so his resolve wouldn’t break. 

His eyes flickered to her face as she spoke, hurt still evident in his eyes. “With James as a father, what do you expect me to think?” he replied, his eyes flickering towards the floor of the kitchen. He was silent for a few more moments as she mentioned the not talking, “I trusted you--” he replied quietly, “I trusted you, then I heard about you and him, I--” he sighed, “He is the one person in this world I can’t stand and that’s saying something--” 

He returned his gaze to her face at the word blackmail, “With what?” he replied, eyes flashing with anger as he pushed himself off the counter. He was over James getting every damn thing he wanted, getting his way whenever he wanted. “I don’t think I want to talk about this tonight..it’s late you should sleep--”

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charles-price:

“Yeah, but I planned on wearing that one,” he grumbled to himself. “Why the fuck did you let the freshmen in?”

“I have one similar in my closet--” he replied, nodding to his wardrobe completely unaware it actually was the shirt Charles was looking for. He stared at Charles blankly, as if it were a dumb question and the answer obvious. “Because they are hot, young, impressionable...willing, need I go on?”

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young-price:

“Alright, tell her you want to fuck her. That’ll get her there.” Eric joked- well sort of. Was it still a joke if it was true? “Blame on me, you got it. I don’t know if Charles will bite for that, but it’s worth a shot.”

A slow, reluctant smile curved Garrett’s lips at Eric’s joke. “Fine, you got a better place? I’m just stating my social calendar so at least I can still attempt to have a life” 

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young-price:

Kira wouldn’t believe you want to party and Charles wouldn’t believe our dad’s a controlling ass? Are you sure you’re thinking of the right people? I’ll do it with or without you, it just has a better chance of working with your help and they can both stop moping around. I didn’t throw away my damn crush just for those idiots to call it quits over a text.

The fact that I’ve been sober for the past 8 months mean anything to you? I never said I wouldn’t do it I was just pointing out the few flaws you missed. I’ll do it, but like i said I am not taking the blame if it goes pear shaped. There’s a party at the Rabbit tonight, could always get them both there?

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young-price:

Really? Come on, man. Have you not seen any movie ever? You tell her you’re taking her out to get her mind off of it, I tell him that it’s some important family thing and that dad will chew us out if we don’t show and I don’t know, we lock ‘em in an elevator or something and pray to god that it doesn’t turn into the thunderdome in there.

I usually have more interesting things to do then watch some obviously boring moving, I doubt either Kira or your brother will fall for that and even if they did, whose to say that it will work? If it doesn’t we will be in the shit for meddling, or more astutely you will be, because I sure as hell won’t take the fall. 

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young-price:

Charles or no Charles, Kira doesn’t want to be with me and I’m not in the habit of forcing myself on girl’s which I’m sure has to be a foreign concept to you, so I’ll let that comment slide. What I want is those idiots happy. And if she cries in front of me one more time I’m going to have to punch my own brother and I don’t want to have to do that.

Funny. What do you propose then Baby Price? Because it will take a lot to get those two in the same room. 

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charles-price:

“Oh is that all? I thought you kept it to wear when I’m not here. Seriously though, have you seen it?”

“I have no idea, in all honesty. Maybe one of the freshman girls snuck in and did it--” he shrugged, “Just find another shirt--”