'Cause things are too fast now

rhys evan wyles — set hand on "fins" — miami-dade college — aspiring filmmaker — est. may 1996

[rhyswyles]

georgeknoxrp:

Of course, George knew next to nothing when it came to which materials were covered in a high school Spanish course. He had accepted long before graduation that he wasn’t going to be multilingual, leading him to take the first section of each offered foreign language until he hit the credit requirement. That way, he only had to learn the bare minimum necessary and never was forced to study participles. He had a feeling Rhys probably outranked him in book smarts, but his school would definitely be more engaging. “Asses and Elephants would focus on politics according to the syllabus, but it would probably lead to constant dialogue about which celebrities have the best asses. Teach what you know, they always say.” Had George’s school really had a no drinking policy? Sure, it was illegal and all due to age, but he drank on campus without reprimation quite a few times and he certainly wasn’t great at pretending to be sober. Neither were his teachers that drank between classes. “I think that anything is possible if you’re willing to take a risk. Never doubt the courage behind stupid decisions.”

One of the girls he used to work with had a single line tattoo all the way around her arm that looked really good with the straight cut sleeves of the reused uniforms. Looking across Rhys’ upper body, he nodded to the boy’s stomach. “Girls normally like upper hip tattoos a lot. You know, just a little bit above the waistband. However, that is a slightly sexual location. I don’t know how you’d feel about that with a tattoo dedicated to your grandfather…” George rambled off his thought process, shrugging his shoulders. He frowned at the mention of the other boy getting a six pack, placing his hand flat over his own stomach. “Hey, what happens if you leave me alone in the lanky white boy club? It’s a hard world out there for lonely people with my physique, you know.”

As soon as George says “politics”, Rhys understands that Asses and Elephants is not actually about the study of elephant rumps. “See, at my school we were taught, like, the branches of government and checks and balances, that kinda stuff. But our teachers weren’t allowed to insert their personal political views into the lectures. But my state went red, so. Conservativism was kinda ingrained in me since birth. It’s the one thing about Raleigh that I don’t miss.” He shakes his head. “Sorry. That was a tangent. Best ass in Hollywood? Chris Evans,” he votes with a laugh.

Rhys follows George’s gaze to his own stomach, looking down upon its flatness. He pats it. “Yeah, ol’ Gramps probably would appreciate having his memory honored more on the pectoral region,” he comments, sliding his hand up to his chest. “Whadaya think about a single-line tattoo of a camping tent? D’ya think it’d pair nicely with my brand new six pack?!” He shouts the last words in hopes to make George laugh about his newfound imaginary loneliness in the Lanky White Boy Club. He fakes exhaustion. “This physique... It’s hard work.”

[rhyswyles]

hollydharrison:

“Oh yea, you’re right…you’re totally my roommate and I’m just now realizing it,” she laughed. It was such a dumb joke but really, it made her laugh. Though she has always been pretty easily amused. Her sister used to complain that all she did was laugh and make everything a joke. Maybe that was true but Holly couldn’t help. And not now, especially with this guy around. “You know, I might have believed you if you didn’t do that face. Only non-expert Selfie takers still duck face.” 

“And how old do you think I am exactly?” She asked, almost offended that he didn’t believe her lie. “Wait…how old are you?” She questioned, realizing for the first time that she could have very possibly given her number to some high schooler.  “What? No way!” She began when he mentioned the show he worked on. “That’s so…” she trailed off, getting all excited before finishing her thought. “Cool? I guess? I’ve never seen it, to be honest,” she admitted, going back to her normal level. “I mean, totally cool you work on a TV show but like, I’m not crazy into TV shows that are like on air. My roommates and I watch a lot of stuff on Netflix that was super popular before we realized it was funny. You know, like…Will and Grace and like…Friends, stuff like that.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa... Are you saying I’m behind the times?” Rhys asks. “Okay, mentally taking notes. Duck face is out. What’s taken its place?” He pretends to pull a notepad out of his back pocket and a pen from behind his ear and mocks taking notes. “I’ve gotta tell ya, I’m a bit relieved. I never really thought duck face looked good on masculine folk. Just makes us look constipated.”

Rhys squints his eyes and tilts his head at her, worried he’ll offend her if he guesses too old or too young. “Twenty-four, twenty-five?” he guesses. “So I guess you could be an amateur marine biologist...” he muses. “I just turned twenty-two, actually.” He grins proudly.

“Damn, for it being a locally-filmed show, people in this town don’t seem to know about it when I bring it up,” he says, disappointed. “It comes on Wednesdays at eight. You should tune in. Opal and Turner are this close to becoming canon.” He pinches his thumb and forefinger together to signify just how close. “Dude, I love friends! Chandler Bing is, like, my hero.”

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hollydharrison:

Holly’s eyes moved over his body was he commented on his weight, a small smile making it’s way to her face. She hadn’t know Rhys for a long time but she definitely enjoyed the moments they’ve had together so far. “Mm, is that so?” She questioned, giving him a look of disbelieve. “You know, I think you’re just staying this because you really, really want to get me to flirt with you and you want an excuse to be in my bedroom,” she teased. “I think I need references before you have be my handyman.”

Rhys gets all warm and buzzy when Holly elevator eyes him, and he feels immediately self-conscious but he doesn’t all the way hate it. “My intentions are pure, scout’s honor,” he promises while doing a boy scout salute. "I only wish to help the lady be shaded from the bright light of the sun.” He thinks she’s joking? But he can never be too sure... “If you want my résumé, I can download it from the cloud and air-drop it to you?” he offers, looking up at the sky where “the cloud” would be.

[bcsko-deactivated20200623]

“I’ve been seriously trying to hang up this new curtain rod in my room for a week but it’s way too hard. Like, not to be a girly-girl about it but…I am having the hardest time trying to drill holes into the wall. I’m seriously thinking about going to a hardware store, flirting hard with someone there, only to bring them home and make them put the curtain rod up for me.” 

[rhyswyles]

“Hey, there is absolutely nothing wrong with being a girly-girl,” Rhys assures her. He’s pretty pleased with the circumstances in which he’s seeing Holly again, because he can be of some help! “Back home, I was considered sort of a ‘handyman’. I know my buck-fifteen figure may not reveal that fact, but I know my way around a drill,” he promises, flaunting his “dainty” figure, as his friends back home so lovingly called it. “So, you know, if you’d like, you can just flirt with me instead, and I can come by and show you how to hang up the rod?” he offers. “No strings attached. I gotchu.”

[rhyswyles]

georgeknoxrp:

The outburst caught George off guard, causing him to lean back in his seat slightly. Rhys seemed to latch onto the minute details of his surroundings, a fact that made him annoyingly unpredictable. He wasn’t actually annoying, of course, but perhaps that was just how George saw it as he normally had no trouble reading people. It did make the conversation more interesting, though. Following the other boy’s glance over to Lois, he had to press a fingertip against the center of his lips to keep from laughing at how visibly uncomfortable they had made her. “I’d assume that they’re as functional as normal guys’ nipples. You know, not good for much unless they’re particularly sensitive.” 

Rhys’ goals were admittedly quite different than George’s had been, but they were also very different people. George had plenty of access to girls, but he had never worked out long enough to get abs or had enough interest in school to get A’s or B’s. He had stopped looking at his report cards well before his senior year. Offering the boy a smirk, he shrugged his shoulders and crossed his arms. “You could still live up to those goals, you know. Maybe not the six-pack, but you could always get a six-pack of beers and take them and some girl to a fancy date under a local school’s bleachers. I could deliver you a new school transcript there that shows straight A’s in classes like How To Properly Pronounce Mexican Food, Asses and Elephants, Speaking Good, and Bunsen Burners: Heating Up, the follow-up to Bunsen Burners: Beginnings. I think it would represent a well rounded education.”

There was a longing and sadness biting at the edge of Rhys’ recollection of his grandfather, forcing George’s smile to fall. The familiar weight in the statement that one person could be the glue of a family felt like a lump in his throat. Before he could speak, he swallowed the resistance away and nodded in acknowledgment. “It’s hard losing someone that close to you. It says a lot about him if you’d monument him on your body, though.” There wasn’t any way he could offer support to the boy he barely knew yet, but he looked forward to getting to know him better so as to better help in moments like this. “If you ever truly did want to go for it, I could always go with you. I’m also here if you just need anything, too. We all could use a couple more people to fall back on.”

“How to Properly Pronounce Mexican Food?!” Rhys questions, completely having forgotten about the previous nipple talk once George had spoken this absurdity. “Are you telling me the way I’m pronouncing key-sa-dill-yas is wrong?” he says with a hard ‘L’ sound. “What about ta-kwee-tos?” He laughs. “I’m sorry. That’s so terrible. I feel like that course should go hand-in-hand with the Speaking Good course. I... don’t know what Asses and Elephants means, but I’m looking forward to that class specifically.” The image that immediately pops into his head is the sex scene between Robert Pattinson and Reese Witherspoon in Water for Elephants. “And the third sequence of Bunsen Burners: Burnin’ Up with You Baby. Also, I don’t know what kind of public school system you attended, but you can’t bring alcohol into a school stadium, George,” Rhys reprimands him.

Rhys could tell that his talk of his granddad saddened George, which was not his intent. He much prefers when everyone around him is in good spirits. He keeps the subject on the lighter part of the topic, the fun part. He can convince himself later that it was for George's sake, and not because Rhys has trouble talking about his emotions when they're serious ones. “I always thought those single-line tattoos were cool looking. I could get, like, a camping tent or a fishing rod or tackle bait, or something. Probably the tent, though. Girls love guys who like adventure, and they don’t like guys who post pictures with their dead fish. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. And I intend for a girl to see me shirtless once I get my six-pack,” he laughs, gesturing to his flat stomach. “I think I’d put the tattoo somewhere on my upper body.”

[rhyswyles]

hollydharrison:

“See, I knew it. I mean, girls drop them too. I know plenty of girls with cracked screens but…every guy I know has a cracked screen. Not a single one has a phone without damage. My roommate, he throws his phone around like crazy. Not even in anger! Like, he comes home, tosses his keys into the bowl and then like throws his phone onto the coffee table.” It was actually puzzling to her since she was always so protective of her own phone. Any time she got a new one, she immediately went out to get the protective cover and a nice case in hopes of keeping it from breaking. So far, she’s never broken a phone and she hoped to keep the streak alive. “I couldn’t live like that. I love cute selfies way too much.”

With a completely, dead serious expression, Holly answered his teasing questions. “I am a marine biologist,” she lied. She loved marine biology and often read up on the subject and thought about going to college to study it once but she definitely wasn’t a marine biologist. But this kid didn’t know that so she could play for a moment. “And I put a whale because you don’t have a dolphin emoji. I love dolphins the most. You also don’t have a mermaid emoji and I’d like to be a mermaid so…” 

“Your roommate sounds exactly like me with my own phone,” Rhys says upon hearing the description she provides. “You live in Homestead?” he asks. “Maybe I’m actually your roommate and you didn’t know it.” Realizing how creepy that might’ve sounded, he’s quick to turn to a joke, like he does. “Oh, I’m an expert selfie-taker. The ladies are always hitting me up on Snap, like, which girl taught you how to take a proper selfie instead of an up-the-nose or a the-forehead’s-the-star-of-the-show pic? And I’m just, like, ‘Nobody, baby. I learned these skills all by myself.’” He laughs, holding up his phone and imitating a duckface selfie pose.

“You look... kinda young to be a marine biologist. No offense,” Rhys replies. “Doesn’t that take, like, years and years of schooling? Maybe you’re older than you look. I definitely know I’m younger than I look...” He's about to ask her some questions that only a marine biologist would know to test her, but then she makes the mermaid comment. “Oh... you’re not gonna believe where I work,” he says with a grin. “You know that show Fins on the CW about the teen mermaid? Yeah, I work on that show!”

[rhyswyles]

williamtarcher:

Rhys

“Sure, Cal.” Will sighed as he stepped out of Calvin Wyle’s home office, having just agreed to give his nephew a ride. Will had been working on Mr. Wyles’ accounts (and there were many of them) for the entire year he’d been back in Homestead. Mr. Wyles was was easily one of the most financially well off members of the Homestead community and Will was definitely one of its’ best accountants. The two were perfect for each other. 

And in that year that Will had worked for Cal, he had inevitably run into the producer’s nephew, Rhys several times. So when he found Rhys waiting for him at the entryway to his uncle’s house, Will made a show of rolling his eyes. “Your uncle doesn’t pay me enough to be the chauffeur to his punk of a nephew.” he grumbled as he opened the door and walked out to where he had parked his car. Of course, Will didn’t actually dislike the kid… but he sure as hell did like giving him a hard time. 

@rhyswyles

Rhys only had one favor to ask of his uncle today -- a ride into the city. Typically, Rhys would take the bus, but he was unfortunately out of change until payday, and he really needed to print out some things at the library. (Rhys wasn’t allowed to touch anything in Cal’s office.) He, like, really needs to get a car. Or a bike. Or a scooter. Something. Cal never actually gives Rhys rides -- he’ll usually either give Rhys bus money or have his assistant give Rhys a ride. Rhys has a great relationship with Cal’s assistant, a spunky thirty-ish woman named Cammy whom Rhys wants to be when he grows up. So Rhys is surprised when Cal asks William. Sure, Rhys likes Will, but he isn’t too sure that William really has the time to give Rhys a ride, or that he wants to. But Cal gives William an awful lot of money... so William agrees, however begrudgingly.

“You know, when I woke up this morning, the first thing I thought was, ‘Gee, I sure hope William’s coming by today so I can be a huge burden to him’,” Rhys says sarcastically as he slides his sunglasses on and follows the man to his car.

[rhyswyles]

adelaidexarcher:

Laughing slightly, she kept her words light to let him know that she was teasing. “Oh I know the one you mean! Probably better than the one I was thinking of - Rhys Ifans, you know, the weird roommate from Notting Hill or Luna’s dad in Harry Potter.”

His question catches her by surprise when it really shouldn’t and for a moment eyes are wide before she beings to speak. “My niche? I guess I haven’t found it yet - I like taking a bit of everything. I started with buildings and architecture - took a lot of that when I was in Europe but I think there’s something special about capturing a person in a way that they’d never see themselves as well.” Lifting her hands up slightly the brunette shrugs playfully while she continues with her answer. “I like showing people the beauty and magic in things that they see every day or even take for granted.” After a little pause and ignoring what she’s sure must be some rosiness on her face, Adelaide returns the question. “What about you?”

“Europe?!” Short attention-spanned Rhys gets stuck on this particular part of her answer. “You’ve been to Europe? Wow. Which cities? And when? What was it like? I wish I could go to Europe. Wow. It’s, like... it’s Europe.” He thinks of how much he’d love to film the streets of Florence, Paris, Amsterdam, and how magical it would be.

He smiles -- a big, toothy one -- at her answer. “The beauty and magic in everyday moments,” he nods. “Exactly. I’m trying to master the documentary at the moment, and those are the things I like to capture. Like you, for instance,” he motions to her. “Although my long-term directing goals would be feel-good family comedies. Like Meet the Parents or Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. I think people go to the movies for a good time, to feel good. I wanna make that feeling for somebody.” He realizes how weird the way he'd worded that had sounded, but he sticks by it with a little grin.

[softytom]

[rhyswyles]

georgeknoxrp:

Curly hair, dimples, green eyes, a few well placed tattoos… “Yeah, I’d say that he looked quite like Harry, honestly. His hair was a little bit lighter and he didn’t have four nipples, but I could have easily been convinced if he had security surrounding him.” George explained, cringing as he recalled how many facts he knew about the celebrities based on how many magazines they were in. When he got bored working at the gas station, he had no other choice. Rhys’ story brought a smile to his lips nonetheless, shaking his head afterwards. “You’re probably better off. I think it’d weigh on my self-confidence if the girl I was dating was constantly talking about some other guy.”

“Oh, we totally had to do those in Wyoming. However, ours were more long term. We wrote one before middle school, then one before high school. We got to open both after graduation and I can honestly say that none of us lived up to our fifth or eighth grade expectations.” George’s pre-middle school letter included how he wanted to become a rockstar. His pre-high school letter included how he wanted to major in childhood education. Now, he was bartending more nights than not and made half his money from flirting with patrons for larger tips. Brushing the idea from his mind, he pursed his lips in thought at Rhys’ tattoo idea. “I always stand by the fact that tattoos should be important to you. Are you guys close, then?”

“HARRY STYLES HAS FOUR NIPPLES?!” Rhys cries, because this is unheard of!, before remembering about Deborah and shooting an apologetic look her way. “Are they extra two, like, functional?” he asks, recalling an episode of “Friends” when Chandler is revealed to have an extra nipple and this exact question is asked. Not that men nipples really serve any purpose at all. Which was probably the punchline. “What happens when you flick it?” one of the Friends had asked.

“I can imagine that in the fifth grade I would’ve probably written some goals that were irrationally unattainable,” he muses. “Get a six-pack. Make straight ‘A’s. Make out with a girl under the bleachers at a football game. Make straight ‘B’s.” He was more of a ‘B’ and ‘C’ kind of student. And while he did kiss Emma Gerwich under the bleachers, there was no tongue or hands of any kind going on during the fourth quarter of the home football game that Friday night in September for Rhys Wyles. He scrunches his face up in ode to those four years and the six-pack he does not have. “Unattainable.”

“We were pretty close, yeah,” Rhys recalls about his granddad. “He died a few years ago. We liked to camp and fish together. He was like the glue that kept the family together,” he says softly, working hard to keep the misty eyes at bay. “I miss him.”

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Neighbors 2: Sorority Rising (2016)

[rhyswyles]

hollydharrison:

Holly watched him, the amusement clear as day on her face. The kid was a trip and she hadn’t laughed this much in a while so he definitely was someone she needed to keep around in her life. “Oh, I believe it. In my experience, men seem to drop their phones like crazy. Like, ya’ll don’t take that good care of them,” she teased. As the phone was held out to her again with the second request of getting her phone number, she complied this time. 

She took the phone from him and started to type in her name, taking a moment to look through the emojis he had on his phone, adding in both the whale and a sea shell in next to her name before putting her number in and clicking save. “Don’t get too eager or I might have to play the role of a tease and make you wait a few days,” she joked, handing his phone back over to him. 

“Typically I’m against such wide generalizations, but in this instance, I will accept it,” Rhys tells her jokingly. “I drop my phone literally once a day. The Apple store in Miami knows me by name. You can see that my screen is currently cracked,” he points out, gesturing to his phone in her hands and the slender, stylish crack that runs from the northwest corner to the southeast corner. “It’s a lifestyle choice. My last phone had one strip going down the screen that was, like, the color display was jacked up. So in every video or picture or gif, one strip of the image would be, like, orange or green. I kinda miss it. Kept things interesting.”

Accepting his phone back, his eyes scan over her entry, and he grins at her choice of emojis. “I get the seashell because, like, Homestead. But the whale? Do you love whales? Are you a whale biologist?” He asks, fully knowing that that's probably not a real thing. He fakes bewilderment, a new idea forming in his head and his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Ohmygod... do you speak whale?! Like Dory?”

[rhyswyles]

georgeknoxrp:

George frowned at the mention of One Direction. “You know, that was one group I never got into. However, I did once meet a guy who started the conversation with I know, I look like Harry Styles. I wish I could say the conversation ended there, but he was admittedly attractive and I was weak.” He explained, shaking his head in self-disappointment. Most of the disappointment about the story came from the fact that he wasn’t a great shag, but George figured that there were some details he could spare Rhys from. He didn’t need the boy thinking his only motivation was sex, even if so many of his stories included it.

“A love letter to myself… I don’t know if I’m that poetic, honestly. If I was writing myself a letter, it’d probably be one of those don’t-open-until-you’re-40 ones where I talk about wanting a big house and a nice job and a puppy. Grass definitely needs to be green, has to have a fireplace, all that posh stuff that I can only dream about.” He explained, chuckling. His dreams were probably somewhat accessible, but they were a long ways off yet. “I think I should actually go get my name as my second secret tattoo, however. You’re welcome to come and get a matching one, if you’d like.” He offered the boy an exaggerated wink, laughing afterwards.

“Well, the real question here is did the guy look like Harry Styles?!” Admittedly, Rhys doesn’t know much about the band besides the members’ names and the fact that they’re all solo now. Although “I Would” is his jam. “I had a crush on this girl in high school who was obsessed with them and skipped school the day Zayn left the band. I told her at least it wasn’t, like, Harry, the backbone of the band leaving, and she screamed at me in the courtyard. I never asked her out,” he recalls with a quick laugh and then an immediate frown.

Rhys nods. “Yeah, yeah, like those time capsules we had to do in school where we’d write our goals for the year at the beginning of the first semester, then after finals we’d open them back up and write a paper about how we either did or didn’t meet our goals and we all felt really bad? Or was that just North Carolina public schools...?” He’s pensive for a moment. “If I ever got a tattoo, I’d get one for my granddad, I think.” he adds as an afterthought, completely unphased by George’s flirting.

[rhyswyles]

adelaidexarcher:

“Thanks. Don’t worry, you didn’t.” It’s hard for her not to match his grin with one of her own, warmth clear in hers when she’s never been opposed to adding more friends in her life. After all, everyone was unique and brought something different. “Rhys is cute too.”

Looking out the window she’s reminded of just how much she loves her home and adores every little thing about her. She’d always had a curious nature and a healthy amount of wanderlust but for all that had led her to explore Europe and left her wanting to see more of the world, Adelaide was almost certain she’d always return back to Homestead eventually. She’s almost lost in the view when Rhys’ voice pulls her out of it and she looks at the shot he shows her, a smile stretching over her lips once again. “That’s beautiful! I love capturing moments like that - the things that only really happen by chance and you were lucky enough to be there at that moment in time.”

“Thanks,” Rhys answers shyly the comment about his name. “I think my mom must’ve thought it was a cute name, too. She got it from that actor Jonathan Rhys Meyers. He was in that movie August Rush.”

Rhys nods in agreement, glad to have found a kindred spirit in Adelaide. Yeah, there’s the kids in his classes who also have an interest in filmmaking, but how often does one just randomly stumble upon another person who desires the same thing out of life as you — which is, in his case, to capture the day-to-day beauty in the world and all its citizens? Rhys has an inkling that this girl is one and the same. “What kind of things do you take photographs of?” he asks. “Like, what’s your niche? People? Places? Animals? I’d love to see some. If you have some.” He stops himself, remembering that he has to allow her time to answer.

[rhyswyles]

georgeknoxrp:

“Pre-paids. Made me look like a dealer when I pulled them out, but they get the job done.” George took the phone from Rhys and filled in the address before typing in George Gooch followed by the heart eyes emoji. If that wasn’t enough for the boy to remember who he was, they probably wouldn’t be great friends anyway. “I feel like you already stopped by my place with that fact for fact recollection of how I spent last night. However, I work at the bar on Central that was just recently bought out. Used to be an Irish pub, but all the new names indicate we’re probably heading in a very different direction. I’m there most nights.”

“We’ve yet to cover?” George asked, gritting his teeth at Rhys. “Does that mean that we’ll have to have that conversation? I’m completely against kink-shaming, but I’d rather not think about banging anyone I’m related to.” Holding his hands up in defeat, he frowned. “How’d you guess? It’s just George in Comic Sans across my hip. That way, everyone who I’m with has no excuse for saying the wrong name.” Perhaps not the best argument for the tattoo he’d never get, but it was too late to try again.

Rhys grins when he takes his phone back and sees the heart eyes emoji that George had added next to his name. He could tell they were going to be pretty good friends if they could find time to hang out, maybe at the bar. Rhys had had finals during his twenty-first birthday week, and he turned the legal age before his buddy Matt did, so he didn’t make a big deal about it like other people he knew. And then by the time Matt hit twenty-one, Rhys was interning in Miami, so Matt went out with another group of friends. Rhys wouldn’t even really know what to order to drink at a bar. But he won’t tell his new friend this and risk looking like a total dork. Instead he signs a Catholic cross over his chest and says, “R.I.P. One Direction,” in response to the new direction George’s bar is taking.

“Damn, Comic Sans?” Rhys asks, feigning bewilderment. “I was gonna guess Letter Gothic -- the typewriter font. Like you began writing a love letter to yourself but gave up.” His brows pull together. “That actually made me a bit sad. So I take it back. No one could ever feel sad looking at Comic Sans. It was a stupid choice.” 

[rhyswyles]

hollydharrison:

Given how absolutely embarrassed the young man had been when he accidentally showed Holly the tiniest of snippets of him dancing around on his camera at the start of their conversation, she never expected him to have the courage to rap to her. Holly’s face completely lit up as he spit his verse, trying to not completely fall apart into a mess of laughter until he was at least done. She didn’t want to miss a single verse. “You know,” she laughed out. “Even though you barely actually rhymed anything, that was the best song rap, song, poem, whatever you want to call it, ever made up about me. And I’ve had a few,” she complimented. She really did love it.

Holly glanced down at his phone, now laying on the bus floor. “Hopefully that’s not broken or else how would I text you later?” She questioned, bending over in her seat to pick up his phone for him. “And trust me, you don’t want to miss my texts,” she spoke in a softer tone once she sat back upright, holding his phone out to him so he could take it and check to make sure it was alright, her own mischievous smile making it’s way to her face.

hollydharrison:

Given how absolutely embarrassed the young man had been when he accidentally showed Holly the tiniest of snippets of him dancing around on his camera at the start of their conversation, she never expected him to have the courage to rap to her. Holly’s face completely lit up as he spit his verse, trying to not completely fall apart into a mess of laughter until he was at least done. She didn’t want to miss a single verse. “You know,” she laughed out. “Even though you barely actually rhymed anything, that was the best song rap, song, poem, whatever you want to call it, ever made up about me. And I’ve had a few,” she complimented. She really did love it.

Holly glanced down at his phone, now laying on the bus floor. “Hopefully that’s not broken or else how would I text you later?” She questioned, bending over in her seat to pick up his phone for him. “And trust me, you don’t want to miss my texts,” she spoke in a softer tone once she sat back upright, holding his phone out to him so he could take it and check to make sure it was alright, her own mischievous smile making it’s way to her face.

“Didn’t rhyme! How can you say such a thing after I’ve clearly spent so much time writing it!” Rhys jokes. Spunk and creativity are not things he lacks. Courage... that usually comes to him in small doses. Guess he’s used up his quota for today. Maybe for the whole week. “You’re welcome; you’re welcome.” He gives a slight bow in his seat.

He takes his phone from her. Good thing he’s got a thick case with a rubber bumper, because he drops this thing all the time. “I’d like to tell you my phone’s not used to this manslaughter behavior, but it totally is.” He wipes it across his hoodie to collect any dust. “Now, about those texts I might get later...” He holds his phone out to her with a grin of accomplishment.

[rhyswyles]

georgeknoxrp:

“The surefire sign of a true friend.” George responded to the Dylan O’Brien comment, watching as the boy took out his phone. Grimacing apologetically, he scratched behind his ear and shook his head. “I would love to give you my number, but I was living on prepaids before I moved and decided to get a plan here. I can’t get it though until I get my first couple of paychecks…” When his parents stopped paying for his phone, he realized all too well how pricey they can be. He’d already scouted out an old iPhone at a local reseller, but in the meantime, he was relying on his iPod Touch when he had wifi. “We could go old school though and I could give you an address that you are welcome to stop by. My apartment needs a bit of decoration therapy, but almost all of the essentials are slowly getting unpacked.”

His mother’s initials would never make it onto his body, let alone in such a sexual place, pulling a chuckle out of George. “Ha ha, because I definitely want everyone I sleep with to see the initials P.K. and make of them what they will. I’m fairly sure if I explained it was for my mom, that’d just make the tattoo seem even worse.” Not that the actual tattoo would elicit abetter reaction, but that’s why he took care not to explain it.

"Pre-paids, huh?" Rhys chuckles. "Put your address in, then. And set your contact name as George Gooch so I don't forget who you are." He sees George scratch his ear and it makes Rhys's ear itch, and he scratches his, too. "I promise not to drop by at an inconvenient time. Well, I guess any unplanned visit is an inconvenient time... Maybe if I stopped by your work and we actually planned a time for me to come by, so you’re not, like, naked in the bathtub, eating leftover Chinese food, listening to the 500 Days of Summer OST." He laughs at the mental image. "Where d'ya work at?"

“I was joking about your mom’s initials, dude. Putting your mom’s initials on your hip is, like, a whole other fetish that we’ve yet to cover. It’s not some ex’s initials, is it?” He can’t think of anything that would be much worse than that. “Oh, God... is it your own name?!” he accuses George with a dramatic point.