recklessly

@sunshinesav: love your friends, die laughing.

[savannahforbes]

I have never seen so many Americans get into soccer. Holy shit, my house has been crazy lately.

[savannahforbes]

Savannah stood on her balcony, looking out at New York City — her own little kingdom. Summer breeze blew her bangs away from her face as she pulled at her belly-button length braid. Her skin was darker than usual due to the tan she’d gotten on her recent weekend getaway, a…

[savannahforbes]

Savannah grinned as she heard Max’s voice echo throughout the house. She believed that there was no better feeling than seeing her best friend after a while of being apart. “In here!” She called back, mixing everything together in a large bowl. She bounced on her toes slightly, feeling the fabric of the flannel that remained tied around her waist brush against the skin on her legs. The idea of getting to just hang around with her best friend for the night made her incredible happy. Whether they were showing up to a party arm in arm or just sprawled over each other on the couch, they had fun, and that was probably the best relationship she could ask for.

Recently, things had been a bit different when Max was around. She found it more difficult to leave him hanging the morning after they spent a night together. She found herself getting a bit defensive as he messed around with other girls, despite the fact that she was notoriously promiscuous herself. She also found herself simply happier when he was around. Every single bit of it was both exhilarating and terrifying. She decided, however, to shove it all into the back of her mind and think nothing of it. Because that was the way Savannah Forbes worked; when she had an issue dealing with emotion, she simply forced herself to forget about it all.

“That’s because I’ve yet to cook them,” Savannah laughed, shaking her head and beaming as Max peaked around the corner. Her best friend was something of a looker, perfectly messy blonde hair and incredibly bright blue eyes. Girls at Dalton fell at his feet the instant he walked into a room, and most would kill to be in Sav’s position. “Don’t just stand there and stare, Max,” she laughed, shaking her head and rolling dough into a ball using her hands, “c’mere and help me.” She pouted and batted her eyelashes adding a sweet and soft, “Please.” Unable to hold the pout for very long, she broke into a grin, “Seriously help me get these done so we can actually do something. And while you’re at it, tell me all about where you’ve been hiding because I’m definitely curious.”

[savannahforbes]

@maiawut: idc i love it @sunshinesav

@sunshinesav: @maiawut you're crazy bc that's gross

[savannahforbes]

@maiawut: i ship maxannah sorry not sorry

@sunshinesav: @maiawut max likes dudes though :)

[savannahforbes]

@sunshinesav: sometimes Max disappears for a bit and I get extremely sad about it #clingybestfriend

[savannahforbes]

Hm, if I’m going somewhere with you… I have an idea, but you’d have to be down for an extremely chill ‘adventure’. 

[tbholiver-deactivated20140627]

Am I really that reserved to be considered as not “up” for adventures? Offensive. 

[savannahforbes]

I never said we weren't going on an adventure! I was just saying, we're going on a chill adventure. A Sav and Oli adventure, goofball.

[queendupont]

You should be grateful that my anger is bottled up. 

[savannahforbes]

I don't really think there should be any anger in the first place, but thanks for sparing me, dude. 

[tbholiver-deactivated20140627]

Where, exactly?

[savannahforbes]

Hm, if I'm going somewhere with you... I have an idea, but you'd have to be down for an extremely chill 'adventure'. 

[christian-vanderbilt]

Glad I shock the shit out of you but don’t get use to it.

[savannahforbes]

I wouldn't go so far as to say you shock me, but -- ah, fuck it. Nevermind. 

[ninagdaledits]

[christian-vanderbilt]

I appreciate the fact that you care, but you don’t need to worry about me. Thanks though….I guess. You’re fucking weird.

[savannahforbes]

You say that like you're fucking normal. 

[savannahforbes]

don't stop // savannah & tate

[pointlessparadiserp]

"Well this is gonna be interesting." Tate mumbled, tossing his beaten phone onto the black sheeted bed. The last thing he had expected was to be attending a party with Savannah Forbes, or any of the golden children in Manhattan’s Upper East Side. While at one time, Tate probably would have scoffed at the idea of going to a party with anyone who wasn’t Loretta or maybe Dean…he had to admit that he wasn’t all that bothered to be going with Savannah. Despite their polar opposite personalities —literally— Tate had to admit that she wasn’t terrible company. Besides that, she seemed pretty determined to make Tate enjoy himself. The least he could do was indulge that. 

It was with those thoughts in mind that five minutes later, the green haired teen was hauling himself off his computer chair and kicking at his clothes on the floor. He hadn’t originally planned on doing any prep work on his appearance but now that he thought about it, a simple black t-shirt might have been better than the obnoxious Blink-182 number he was currently wearing. Once the shirt was located, he slipped it over his head and washed his face. His nerves were jumbled, leaving him anxious and curious about the night ahead of him. Luckily, Tate didn’t have much time to linger on it. Another five minutes later and a tone sounded from his phone. It was quiet and sounded like it took every last bit of energy his phone had to make it but it still had Tate groaning and grabbing his brush as he made his way back to his bed to retrieve it. 

After a couple of pulls through his usually messy mane, Tate deemed himself presentable and slipped into his old checkered Vans before grabbing a jean jacket from behind his door and slipping out of the house. Not to his surprise, Savannah was there in all her glory, confident smirk in place and tanned (where did anyone find a place to tan with all the shade from the buildings?) arms crossed over his chest. Making his best effort at a sour face, Tate trudged to the waiting cab, making a show of his displeasure no matter how fake it was. And, naturally, it didn’t last long. Chuckling, Tate just shook his head and grinned at her. 

"Let’s just get this show on the road, Forbes. I’m sure my guitar would still be over the moon if I decided to hang with her instead."

[savannahforbes]

Savannah stood her ground, simply holding back a laugh as Tate practically threw a tantrum over having to leave his house. As he broke into a grin, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and laughed along, shaking her head. She narrowed her eyes as he commented on being able to bail on her and run back into his house to brood with his guitar. She turned and tugged on the handle, pulling the cab door opening and making an over-dramatic hand gesture, motioning inside.

"Your chariot awaits, Prince not-so-Charming," she beamed over at him, raising her eyebrows and adding, "so shut up and get in."

Sliding in after him, Sav leaned forward to the driver, said thanks for waiting after flashing another signature Forbes smile, and handed him a tiny piece of paper with the address on it. She leaned back and smiled to herself, genuinely pleased with the fact that she even got Tate to leave his bedroom for her. He was notorious for hating anything and everything, everyone, on or associated with Upper East Side snob levels. As she was friends with Max, she was surprised that he'd given her the time of day -- but certainly happy he had.

"Serious question," Sav piped up, prepared to ask a not-so-serious question, "how many times have you dyed your hair and why green?" She grinned raising an eyebrow and reaching over to mess up his neon colored hair, "because I'm not sure if I'm completely impressed or concerned about you going fucking bald before you graduate." She looked back at him, amused, and didn't break her expectant gaze unless it was to look out the front window. She hated taking cabs, but didn't like pulling up to parties in any of the family's cars. Her foot tapped anxiously as she awaited his answer, knowing they only had a few blocks to go and ready to get into the party and prove herself to Tate.

[queendupont]

Oh. I see. 

[savannahforbes]

Yepp. Not a big deal, Chloe. No need for the bottled up fury. 

[christian-vanderbilt]

Why do you care though? It’s not like I’m important too you.

[savannahforbes]

Let me think of an excuse. Here: you're one of Max's little customers. Max is important to me. Thus his business is important to me. So I have to look out for his customers? Fuck, dude. I don't know. I just don't like seeing people get into trouble. 

[queendupont]

Well, “something” is wrong. What did you just say?

[savannahforbes]

Okay, didn't realize Queen Chloe was hard at hearing. Will and I hung out tonight. Nothing more, nothing less. Just two people drinking. M'not stealing your king or anything, so there's no need to freak out. 

[christian-vanderbilt]

And if I don’t?

[savannahforbes]

I just... don't wanna see you getting too hostile with the wrong person and getting into trouble, y'know? 

[queendupont]

What?

[savannahforbes]

Something tells me that I really don't need to repeat myself...