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vclatiilc‌:

One thing Brennan had picked up after he moved to Santa Monica was longboarding. It was always something he’d wanted to do, but the rough sidewalks and less-than-friendly road conditions in Brooklyn didn’t exactly allow for that. Santa Monica offered the perfect environment for Brennan to learn, however, and learn he did. By now he’d gotten pretty decent at it, able to weave around people without mowing them down and take corners fairly easily.

He was barreling down the sidewalk one particular afternoon when a pedestrian suddenly entered his trajectory, causing him to shriek in surprise and take evasive maneuvers, successfully dodging around the person but taking a dive into the concrete as a result. For a while he just laid there, a soft groan leaving him as he finally sat up. “Holy fuckin’ shit,” he grumbled, wincing as he brought a hand to his head to make sure he wasn’t bleeding.

It wasn't the first time Scott had been involved in an incident like this one. The previous time had been with a bike and once again, it had been his fault. Maybe after this time, he would learn to stop walking while looking at his phone. He didn't react at first, instinctively kneeling to pick up his phone before noticing the other one was injured. "Shit! I'm so sorry," he said, approaching the man. "Are you okay? I didn't see you, do you need me to take you somewhere?"

#opposite: brennan #( ↳ threads. )

adelaide--charming‌:

Adelaide sighed as she waited in line for coffee. It had been a long morning and it wasn’t even 8 am yet. She just wanted to get her usual coffee and get to work. But from the looks of it, it seemed like a busy morning at her favorite coffee shop. While she loved her job and felt grateful to her mother for letting her run this part of her California business, it seemed like a never ending job. From the time she woke up to the time she went to bed, it was always something or someone. It got to be to much sometimes. The blonde pulled out her phone again to check the time. She’s had thirty minutes to order and get to work. She groaned at how the line seemed to have barley moved. “How on earth could a coffee line be this slow?” Adelaide turned to the side so she could seen the person in front and behind her. “I mean I’m sure a good chuck of the people in this line, like myself, need coffee in order to function properly through out the say and that means getting to their jobs on time.”

Ever since the day his father screamed at him for an hour for losing a match by default after not making it on time Scott had become cautious, perhaps too cautious. He was always the first one to arrive at the office, leaving his place with enough time just in case something came up. This morning the coffee line was that inconvenient. He could have gone somewhere else, but over the years he had become very picky about his coffee and so far this was the only place he truly liked and he had thirty minutes to spare. He was checking some live scores on his phone when the person behind him began to talk or rather started complaining. "I think one of the machines is broken," he said, glancing her way before his gaze returned back to his phone. "There's another place down the block if you are in a hurry. The coffee is not as good as in here, but it's not bad either."

#opposite: adelaide #( ↳ threads. )#idk what is this so sorry

thaliasking‌:

The business was running smoothly, her staff had the orders for the fourth of July under control. What wasn’t delivered, or picked up yet was ready to go save a few last minute orders. At this point, any late-comers would have to take basic patriotic themed treats like the fresh batch of patriotic cake pops she’s currently adding to the display. The cake pops were complimentary to shoppers for today. Hearing the door chime announce new customer arrivals, she popped up from behind the counter, “Hi!” Thalia beamed, hoping she didn’t startle anyone in the process. If the customers weren’t familiar with the bakery’s layout it would have appeared as if the store was unmanned. With Amanda and Carla currently tending to customers in other parts of the bakery, Thalia was left to entertain the customers in the meantime. “Welcome to King of Cakes. I’m Thalia, how can I help you?”

Scott usually didn't like to get involved in the office parties, but given it was his assistant's birthday he couldn't avoid joining the celebration. For the past few days, he had postponed buying something for her and it was until he was about to leave for work that he remembered he'd failed to get her something. Luckily, he was driving by a bakery and had some minutes to spare before his first meeting. Blue hues scanned the store before someone welcomed him to the store. "Hi, uh, I'm looking for..." he paused, not really sure what he could get her. "It's a birthday party, so I guess a cake or a bunch of cupcakes," he finally replied with a shrug as a smile tugged at his lips.

#opposite: thalia #( ↳ threads. )

melrosemiller‌:

Melrose glanced back at the class, relieved they’d all gone back to paying attention to the instructor instead of her display of clumsiness. “I don’t think they’d say it, but I doubt any of them want me to keep disturbing their peace,” she chuckled, picking up her bag and mat from the ground. She reached out with her free hand, giving him a gentle shake. “I’m Melrose. Sorry, we had to meet like this.” The blonde led the way to the nearest coffee shop, expecting him to follow. “How come you’re so tired if you don’t mind me asking?”

"It's their loss then." He waved his hand dismissively at her apology before shaking her hand. "Don't worry about it. I've had worse first meetings, at least you didn't pour hot coffee at me. I see that as an improvement," he said with a shrug, a smile creeping its way onto his lips. He looked sideways at her when she began walking, hands in his pockets. "I just came back from London, so I'm a bit jet lag." When he started to travel, he thought that maybe one day he would be so used to the change that jet lag would stop being a problem but that still hadn't happened. "Was that your first yoga class?"

#opposite: melrose #( ↳ threads. )

thesofiabrooks‌:

Surprisingly enough, Sofia enjoyed the pier. As chaotic and crowded as it was, it was less so than her brain, and when she was there, she could hone in on that chaos to forget entirely about her own. It helped to see the joy on her son’s face, too. To watch him light up at the various street performers, or at the prospect of a churro, or the anticipation that came from waiting in line for the rollercoaster that Sofia had ridden on at least one too many times that day. She’d decided to sit this turn out, starting to feel that churro churn in her stomach, but at Michael’s insistence, she waited to the side while he waited in line by himself to give it one last ride before they went home for the night. He’d just turned to look back at her, the excitement clear on his face the closer he got to the front of the line, and she couldn’t help but laugh, shaking her head at his antics. She’d been in the process of pulling out her phone, hoping for a picture, when there was a sudden tap on her shoulder. The phone lowered, her eyebrows furrowed as she turned around. Though she’d heard him before she saw him, it wasn’t the voice that had gotten to her. It was the face. A face she’d seen countlessly over four years time–happy and victorious and sad and defeated and in love. A face that had hardly changed. Older, maybe, but just as handsome as the last time she’d seen him. Sofia was in momentary shock, eyes widening at the sight of Scott, but growing aware of her lack of a response, she was quick to shake her head. “Scott?” His name came out half-laugh, half-sigh, but it didn’t stop the smile from forming on her lips. “What are you–when–oh my God.” She laughed, still in disbelief, before taking a step forward to embrace the man. “How are you?”

The sight of her face brought back the memory of their last meeting before he took off to Nashville. It was bittersweet but still brought a smile to his features. Scott could’ve sworn right then and there, years had nothing on her. She looked as beautiful as ever, with a couple of more prominent laughter lines but the smile still as bright as the sun itself. Aside from some former teammates, he hadn't seen anyone familiar and he preferred it that way, but if there was one person from his past he'd like to run into that would be Sofia. As friendly as ever, he let her pull him into a hug and consequently wrapped his own around her smaller frame, almost half-surprised by the enthusiasm in her response. "I'm fine," he replied, knowing that there was more to say than just that average and boring response but he was still getting over the initial shock of seeing her again. "I just moved here, well, not really. I moved here a year ago but I travel a lot." He shrugged, allowing her some space. "What about you? I haven't heard of you since... well, you know." Scott wouldn't consider himself a nervous person but somehow around her, he had turned into an awkward teenager once again. Many times he thought about contacting her but never went through with it. "You look good," added with a couple of nods. "Are you now living here or are you still in LA?"

#opposite: sofia #( ↳ threads. )

melrosemiller‌:

Melrose cringed as she took in the man, who looked remarkably happy for someone who was just smacked across the face. “And I was apparently looking for a new way to embarrass myself, so I guess we both got something out of this,” she said with a shrug, raising her outstretched hands awkwardly. It was just her luck that she would find the most attractive man in the park and hit him right in his perfect face. “I don’t think I’m welcomed in this class anymore, maybe we can find you some ice somewhere? There’s a coffee place right around the corner where I can also buy you a drink to make up for all… this.”

A genuine smile flashes over Scott’s features before his eyes land on the rest of her yoga class, everyone following the instructor in perfect sync. "You make one mistake and they kick you out?" He shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval before looking back at her. "That sounds like a great idea. I feel more awake now thanks to you, but I still think some coffee will stop me from falling asleep." He offered her another smile before stretching out his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Scott, by the way."

#opposite: melrose #( ↳ threads. )

ellislola‌:

Lola rolled her eyes as she watched the boy leave. Then, she took a sip of her coffee —- which, spoiler alert, wasn’t as hot as she claimed —- and tried to put the whole situation behind her. Soon after, however, she heard someone’s words and Lola looked at whoever had spoken before she set the cup down. “Oh, I don’t know,” the brunette began, feigning thought as she creased her eyebrows in a dramatic manner, “does wanting to sit back and see someone get their dick burned off make you a bad person?” Her eyebrow shot up after she spoke the somewhat rhetorical question, a teasing, half-smile appearing on her lips. “Good, because if you were, that would mean you were a very stupid person. Waiting for someone or just desperate to sit?”

Scott tried to picture the situation and couldn't help himself from breaking into a smile before nodding his head. "I think it does, but I still would have like to see it." In his defense, he looked like the type of guy that would deserve to get his dick burned with a cup of coffee. "I've been accused of many things but being stupid has not been one of them," he replied with a somewhat confident smile, even if that wasn't something he should be proud of. "I'm waiting for someone and he said he was five minutes away which means he will get here in about forty-five minutes." There were times he considered being late as well, but no matter how much he tried he always made it on time or before.

#opposite: lola #( ↳ threads. )

Every time he came back from a long trip, Scott had a hard time getting back into the swing of things. It’d been almost a year since he reluctantly found himself settling down back in California, of all places, and in that time he'd tried to stay away from the state as much as he could. Santa Monica was close to home, perhaps more than he'd like to but still far away enough to avoid having dinner at his parents' house every night. Now that he was back, Scott had never felt emptier as if the ghost of fulfilling his father's expectations still haunted him even after all these years. Scott wasn’t even sure what took him out by the water that afternoon but it was the first time he ventured to visit the pier since he'd moved. Standing against the rails, he stared out at the picturesque scene of placid water, the scent of the ocean in the air was good enough to relieve some of the anxiety he was feeling for not having work to do. It was in this moment when he heard a familiar laugh, one he was sure he had forgotten until now and suddenly was swept away by a wave of memories. He turned around, his eyes desperately scanning around to look for the source. It took him a few seconds to convince himself that it was her and not a product of his imagination. Impulsively, he walked up to her and gently tapped on her shoulder. "Sofia?" The sound of her name escaping past his lips caught him by surprise, it was one he hadn't said in years but always had in mind.

@thesofiabrooks

#( ↳ threads. )#opposite: sofia #this took longer than expected and it's not even that good #omg im so sorry

melrosemiller‌:

Melrose followed her yoga instructor’s instructions to a T—or at least tried to. She might have the body of a ballerina, but there was absolutely nothing graceful about her. In fact, it was a miracle her boss at the diner hadn’t fired her already given the number of mugs and plates she broke every week. She was so focused on her movements she barely noticed how close she was standing to the pathway as she moved her arms around and accidentally hit some poor unsuspecting person who was walking by. “Oh, shit,” she cursed, causing the rest of the people in her yoga class to glare at her. Not that she noticed. “I’m so sorry, I should’ve been paying more attention. Are you okay?”

Scott had been awake for several hours. He'd fallen asleep fast, slept heavily and woken too early. There was nothing new about this, the classic pattern of transatlantic jet lag. However, this morning he felt as if a colossal leech had sucked his energy and he could swear that if he stopped moving for a second he would fall asleep. Just as tried to find the words to reply to an email something, or better said someone, smacked him right across the face. "It's fine," he said, shaking his head lightly as he came back to his senses. "I was thinking of a way to stay awake and I guess you were the answer to my request." Of course, he could give a list of better ways to wake him up, but this would do. "I'm fine, don't worry." All things considered, Scott's pain threshold was pretty high.

#( ↳ threads. )#opposite: melrose

ellislola‌:

Lola was two seconds away from using her laptop to hit the face of the guy that was speaking to her. The world clearly thought she still had a shred of patience left after a busy week at work, a less than stellar situation with her brother and a noisy neighbor; now she was dealing with a sexist parade of lame pick-up lines in the making —- as if she hadn’t heard him make a bet and call her a ‘sure thing’ just seconds before, to his buddies, standing not so far away. After ignoring the boy for far too long, Lola finally looked up at him in both frustration and anger. “You have exactly three seconds to get up and leave me the fuck alone before your dick meets my very hot coffee.” Her stare could melt steel and now all she had to do was impatiently wait for the boy to either smarten up or stay put.

Scott watched the whole scene unfold before his eyes, an amused smile playing on his lips as the woman told the guy off, glad he wasn't in his place, but he also liked to believe he knew better than to hit on someone who clearly was not interested. Luckily, the man didn't fight back and left which meant an empty seat was now available. He hesitated to take it, but also knew that the client he was expecting had a tendency to be late, so it was better to wait while sitting. Is it bad that I wanted him to stay so you could kick his ass?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips as he took a seat. "Anyway, I promise I'm not here to make the same mistake he did, but this was the only available seat."