oblivion.

"I believe that god only favors those who are in need and that life doesn't help those who live in the past. I'll spend eternity trying to find a place where I belong, and to call home, but with a target on my back I suppose that's simply false hope."

[trairicordielaschiena]

[teddyausten-deactivated20150719]

     “You leave for a week and already everyone forgets your name. Maybe that’s best.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

    “It’s quite nice not to have your dad stick a shotgun to my face.”

[margotstarkx]

Sophia’s eyes rested on Rylan sitting across of her, trying to make sense of the entire nature of his person. Thanks to her lack of social interaction throughout all her life, she was bad at judging people, bad at making sense of them, bad at talking to them. Now that they were sitting here though, she didn’t want to lose what she so carefully built up. Yet she was unable to decide whether he really did enjoy working here, or not at all. It was a mystery she had yet to solve. “There’s nothing wrong with that once you’re an adult, is there? I work much more than I talk to my mother as well. It’s just the way life goes, I believe.” Her lips quirked up into an amused smile, index fingers twirling a dark curl around again and again. Biting onto her bottom lip, she looked aside. She still wasn’t very good at talking about herself, unfortunately. “I’m a dance instructor. I like to think I dance for a living, eating, sleeping and breathing being my hobbies aside of that. I know it makes me sound like a fanatic.” A nervous laugh escaped her lips and she leaned back in her chair, eyes wandering back to his face.

[rylanmatthews-blog]

"It’s okay to be a fanatic,” Rylan offered her a crooked smile, his eyes shifting from his hands back to her eyes, brows knitting together at the mention his work load, “It’s alright. I survive, at least. So you dance? I’d offer you dance, but I was born with two left feet and absolutely no talent for anything but following directions.” It took a few minutes before the coffee was being delivered by the older lady, a kind smile ghosting over her dilapidated lips, “Thanks.” Rylan could only return her amiable gesture with a wave of his hand, telling her he’d tip her well. “So, Sophia. What kind of music do you like?”

[ollieagrayson-deactivated201507]

The doorway? For the sake of my heart, announce yourself next time you appear somewhere. -Looks up at him from the floor.-

[rylanmatthews-blog]

"Come on,” Rylan chuckles, extending his hand to the fallen boy for support, “Get off the floor.” 

[tessamason]

Tessa backed away, her eyes wide.

[rylanmatthews-blog]

l'm just jokin’, reckon you ain’t got much of a humor. Or maybe it’s my hair, maybe it makes me look more like a serial killer than a rock star.

[elibutler-deactivated20170226]

What does rapping have to do with kissing?

[rylanmatthews-blog]

Nothing, but an injured tongue surely can taint your kissing skills.

[bluejcy-deactivated20150911]

“I only sing on my own, for fear that everybody would run from me once they heard me.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

"Surely, how they’ll react if I actually attempt to rap in public. I’ll stick to cooking.”

[margotstarkx]

“I–… thank you.” Sophia merely whispered, not very used to compliments of any kind. She knew she wasn’t ugly, her ballet teacher told her so many times, but to hear that out of the mouth of a complete stranger was an entirely different thing. “I am working on showing my face more often, no matter whether people want to see it or not. They’ll have to deal with it, I guess, because I’m very willing on leaving my anti-social demons behind.” She admitted, stopping behind him as they arrived at the Diner. It was impossible not to notice the change in his stance, as if he had just walked into his very own kingdom. The way Sophia felt when she walked into a dancing room, it seemed. The smile did not vanish from her face as he followed through the room and towards a table where she sat down carefully, smoothing down the fabric of her clothes. “Have you been working here for long? It seems like it.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

Rylan was astonished at the class of woman Sophia seemed to be, as it seemed most females her age were looking for havoc and trouble. She seemed to be the complete opposite, only looking for someone to chat with. Meet more people. Her comment could only brighten his smile at the mention of his work place, though many knew he was dead thing in a house full of life. He was mostly in the kitchen, really. Humming to his favorite songs that played on the radio, and flipping pancakes and burger patties. “I’ve been working here enough, I guess. I ought to make the most of it especially since I spend more time working than I do talking to my mom.” A joke that wasn’t too far off from the truth, any excuse he could make to not go home was valid. He eyed Sophia closer, her dark brown eyes, plump lips and subtle dimples that accentuated her features. She almost seemed foreign. Like she didn’t belong to a town like this, “So tell me about yourself. What do you do, Sophia?”

[margotstarkx]

Wrapping her arms around her waist, she started following his lead down the sidewalk. She was quite sure she had been in the Star Diner before, but she honestly didn’t know her way around enough yet to find it on her own from here on. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Rylan.” Sophia started slowly, pulling her shoulders up slightly at his words. Her own cheeks took on a reddish tone that fit his very well. “Oh? How–… how’s that?” Her voice took on a nervous tone, unsure what he was getting at. The whole conversation and meeting people thing was still very new to her, and she was afraid of messing it up at the first try. “Like I said, I haven’t been out much. I’m afraid I’m not very social, I like to stay at home or the dance studio. Going out and just showing people my face… it makes me uncomfortable most days.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

"That's a shame." Slender fingers run through his usually disheveled curls, eyes affixed to the sidewalk hoping his conversation was not too redundant, "You've got a pretty face. I reckon many would love to see you around some more. Who am I to say though? I'm sure all of us have some demons we face every day, and we all tackle them differently." The walk was short, the conversation steady until they'd finally arrived at their destination. "Stop hitting on our customers." He shouted from across the room to his co-worker, who could only shoot him a glare as he took care of a customer. His stroll became more confident as he picked a table, they were greeted quickly an older woman with a kind smile ready to take their order, "We want some of that coffee only you know how to make."

[margotstarkx]

“Indeed?” Her voice was laced with a tone of surprise at his words. Inviting someone for a drink was entirely new to her, and to have it work so easily was an entirely new situation to her. “Great. That’s just– great. I love coffee myself.” She ran her hands through her hair, pushing it back behind her ear. The journey back to Frostford had worn her out, but now that she knew her mother wouldn’t yell at her for missing out on calling her back, she was starting to relax. Especially because in contrast to many people in California, he was being so very gentle and nice. One of the reasons why she actually managed to feel comfortable.  Tilting her head to the side then, she let the corners of her lips curl into an even wider smile. “Star Diner? That sounds nice to me, and I definitely would not say no to special coffee either. Only if you let me know what you’re called before that though, I prefer to know who I’m talking to.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

"It's not too far from here," He begun walking, listening carefully as she spoke. His chest was tightening at the thought of maybe opening up. "Oh yeah. My bad," he smiled sheepishly at her, hands digging in his pockets as his cheeks turned a subtle shade of crimson, "My name is Rylan. and I must admit you're completely pulling me out of my comfort zone." It wasn't meant in a bad way, it was his way of admitting that he'd never been the type to hold conversation. Much less, the one to invite a girl out for coffee, "This town's small, it's a strange thing I never seen you before. Been here all my life, and I've met so many unpleasant faces --but never seen you. Perhaps you should show your face more often, you're one of the few this town would be glad to see."

[margotstarkx]

Sophia could not hold back the quiet and rather decent laughter leaving her lips as his words, and she quickly shook her head. “Please”, she started, making sure his fingers had a tight grip on the phone before she pulled her own hand back once more. “Don’t call me Miss. I’m not that old yet. My name’s Sophia, and in my opinion, I owe you. Do you drink coffee? Tea? Something I can buy you? It would make me feel much better if I knew I could give you something back for saving me from the wrath of my mother.” She explained her situation, the smile not once faltering on her lips as she looked at him. For all she knew he did not look familiar at all, but that did not surprise her. There were only very few people she really knew in this town so far. “Somehow, yes. I moved here a couple of months ago, but I only really dared put my nose out the door a few weeks back. So it would not surprise me if you’ve never seen me before.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

He could only chuckle at the stubborn nature, "My apologies, Sophia." If he hadn't been in a trance, he would've been stunned by her offer, "Getting a coffee in your company would be more than enough to satisfy your debt." His words were soft, kind. Completely different from what he was made of, he was often shadowed by deceit. An air of bitterness always shrouding his aura, but in this moment he felt like a different person. It took one act of kindness, and he tasted freedom. "I see," he followed with the smile still lingering, "I sure am glad I finally got the pleasure, then." She was charming, more than many around here. Though, he knew not to judge a book by it's cover he followed her smile and hoped he didn't regret in the future, "We could go to Star Diner. I work there, I think my manager would be able to hook me up with our special coffee."

[margotstarkx]

Her eyes remained focused on his face for a moment, a gentle smile taking over her lips. “It will only take a second, I promise.” Sophia turned around so that her back faced him, not entirely comfortable to let him see her face while she talked to a mother who only pretended to still care about her– yet at the same time unwilling to go away any further, just in case that he would end up thinking she wanted to steal his phone after all. The phone call was as short as it could be, a hello, a reassurance that she was fine, and a goodbye. Then she turned back around, extending her hand to hand his phone back to him. “Here. Thank you so much. I think I owe you something now.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

The tiniest of simpers tugged at the corner of his lips, cerulean gaze trained on her mocha stare. He was taken aback at the words, knowing far too well she didn't owe him anything, "Miss, I reckon there ain't many helpful people in the world. Call it southern hospitality, you don't owe me a thing." He was sincere, though he wasn't the type to really offer any kind of help -- if any, at all. Rylan was known for minding his own business, barely giving a glance to strangers as he walked past them. It was mostly fear that governed his actions for the most part, and it was clear to him the woman in front of him didn't know of such thing either feeling as though she owed him for just a phone call, "I don't think I've seen you around before. Are you new or somethin'? I thought I knew all faces in this town." Fingers ghost over hers briefly as he retrieves his iPhone.

[styles-photos]

[margotstarkx]

Sophia waited patiently, watching as the young man dug out a phone from his pocket. She had never been much into technology, a phone to call and text was all she needed, no matter what it looked like. “No, I really did not expect that to happen. Not exactly the best day I’ve had in a while, to be honest.” She admitted, a crooked smile on her lips as she took the phone. “Why not? A phone is better than no phone at all.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

He didn't quite understand his fumbling, perhaps his shaky hands were finally taking a toll on the curly haired boy. Maybe he was nervous about the fact that he was hardly shown any kindness, his reputation had gotten the worst out of him. Yet, there she was a dark haired beauty treating him as though he was like everyone else in the godforsaken town. "That's true," he could on.y agree, as he remained rooter waiting for the woman to make her call.

[sagecaulfield]

“Maybe because I like having sex that’s actually good and isn’t like a pasty stick is humping me before I fake an orgasm and say ‘wow, so great’ because I’m tired and just want to go to sleep.” She fired back quickly her tongue sharp as ever as he reminded her yet again of how little she knew who he was, of how she’d let him far too deep into her own personal space to compensate. Readjusting her stance her head tilted, blonde hair falling to the side as her jaw locked once more chin sticking out slightly. “But speaking of that I don’t know why can’t you open up to me? Why don’t I know where you live, or who your parents are or what your room even looks like? Do you have a bunch of photo cut outs of me stuck all over your walls like a serial killer? Is that it? Did you murder your family?” She asked sarcasm and frustration rolling off of her in waves.

[rylanmatthews-blog]

Putrid word after putrid word slipped from her tongue, the fire consumed him as she referenced to him as the lowest scum on earth. He knew far too well their sex was aggressive, filled with anything but love between the two. She spent most of the time trying to hurt him, and he only cared for his own pleasure. Not because he didn't want to be good, but it was the fact she never gave him the chance. "Because of stupid comments like the ones you just made." Without realizing it, the man was already opening his truck's door and pushing the female inside completely unaware or careless of whether she'd gotten hurt or not. He was bitter, she made him a bitter man. He hated what she turned him into, and he would never let her be a part in his life when she could potentially shred him to pieces, "You know, maybe if you weren't going off sucking Ethan's tongue, I would introduce you to my mother." Another lie. Truth was, even if she was good. Even if she truly cared. No one would ever know about the infamous Rylan Matthews. At least, no more than he let on and spoke about. "I think you know enough. So could you please stop pushing." He spat angrily as he turned the ignition, he didn't even know where they were going.

[rareafrican]

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[bluejcy-deactivated20150911]

“I can barely hold a tune. But yes. Wonderful.”

[rylanmatthews-blog]

"I'm sure it ain't that bad."