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businesbitch·:

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Tethered to the spot by her green apron, Nancy couldn’t do anything more than look out the front window of Starbucks, watching as the start of a heated argument began to unfold. Her headset was askew, partially slid to rest around her neck and caught in her ratty hair, allowing her to hear every muffled shout that came from the pair circling each other in the parking lot. “Think they’re married?” She wondered aloud to whoever was closest, gaze never straying from the window – maybe it’d turn physical if she wished for it hard enough. The woman was fuming, screeching like a banshee while the man kept making wild gestures, Nancy’s attention repeatedly drawn back to the bulging tendon in his neck (that should not have been so hot). An amused huff flared Nancy’s nostrils before she threw her voice, going mockingly deep as she pretended to read the man’s lips, “C’mon, baby, I told ya – she’s just my cousin!” And to think she’d been planning to go out for a smoke during her break.

➢ The disruptive sound of the altercation outside had a thin line forming between Luca’s eyebrows as his dark hues continued to scan the middle pages of his newspaper open before him, though his eyes drifted over the top of it to view the equally awful sight to match the noise. It was more like a match of who could pierce the 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 eardrums in the surrounding vicinity than wits. “You know if they got insurance on these windows?” His index finger lifted from holding one side of the pages to motion to the front open window. “.... because if she starts screaming any higher, you’re 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 to need it. “ His eyes were then cast back on reading the text before him though it lasted for barely a minute before his eyelids came to a slow close and the older male took a slow inhale through his nose to signal the end of his attempts to read whilst this 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 was going on. The paper was closed, folded and placed upon the counter he was sat at, his digits instead curling around the mug of his americano as he watched for another minute before trailing his gaze back along to the blonde before him - the pair being the only ones in the place at this dead time. “One would almost think you’re 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 it.”

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vivccious·:

jesse knows himself. his tendency to over think things was something that felt PRACTICAL a majority of the time, but in a moment like this it was dangerous. he’s hanging onto wyatt’s every word— and if he could remember exactly WHO he was talking to, the smarter part of jess would say that, that was a bad idea. but jesse almost couldn’t help himself. wyatt was so REAL with him all of the time in the midst of fake people all vying for the same five minutes of fame. it’s always a little bit jarring at first, takes a second to get used to the kind of man that wyatt was, but jesse never stopped admiring him. and, really now, they’re so far past hating eachother, but in such an odd middle place that jesse is still so unsure of everything. most of all, what he actually wanted from wyatt. they spoke like they were friends. that had to be the closest word for it. wyatt had come to see him, despite not even settling in. he could’ve just texted me. jesse’s thinking to himself, but something about being FOUND felt .. different. god, and even right now he’s over thinking things, a beat too late to answer the other. ‘ i dunno, i’m not, like, the kind that says things like that, you know? .. supposed to have my eye on the prize. ’ and, seriously, what would he actually do if he got his wish? he’d wallow about, thinking about working again. ‘ — well, you should get settled in then. ’ he thought it sort of went without saying that he was happy to HELP, whatever that meant. it seemed like tonight jesse was feeling a teensy bit needy, reaching for the other’s hand again. ‘ i’ll just lie and say i got sick or something ’

➢ “𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄 needs a break sometimes. If you don’t take breaks, it’s like you’re sealing your own fate with a burnout related 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. The industry will still be going when you and me are both dead. Acting gigs will always be there when you get back.” That was, perhaps, the 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 mature thing to leave Wyatt’s lips in several months and he realised such when his gaze cast off back to the dwindling party for a moment and then returned to Jess. There wasn’t any more advice that he could give the other male because that was the truth of it all in Wy’s eyes. What’s the most a break would do in regards to negatively impacting his career? Though it wasn’t said outright and definitely not displayed in tone ( purposely so ), Wyatt was actually ... 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 that Jesse worked too much and the realisation had him rolling his eyes at himself. ‘ What am I, his fucking 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑? ‘ He mentally chastised himself, fingers flinching in the cool air from thinking about slipping into his back pocket and taking out a cigarette as a way to channel some of the frustration he was feeling from Jesse having this ridiculous 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 on him. It was so subtle and yet... it had Wyatt acting so out of character. He wasn’t quick to pick up on the unspoken tone of Jess offering to help him get settled again and pushed his lips into a thin line at the idea of Jess 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 him out of his hair. Passengers on the same train of thought, it also crossed the brunet’s mind that he should have just 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐃 him. Momentarily overwhelmed, he moved to reach into his back pocket for a smoke but instead, his fingers were latched onto by Jesse’s own slender digits - interlocking between his own. His gaze trailed down to his ring clad fingers holding onto the other’s, face falling 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊 as his last defence against this grasp that Jess had on Wyatt entirely. “Yeah. Okay... Yeah.” He barely missed a beat before starting to take steps toward the car that waited for him from not too far of a distance, his thumb absent-mindedly roaming just once over the actor’s bony knuckles as a signal to follow suit.

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tinyfrctures·:

“ my dignity is fully intact , thank you . ” but was it ? the longer she was out of her dreamstate the more she remembered from the previous night . in fact , there wasn’t much that she didn’t remember , surprisingly ; she’s painting a picture behind her eyelids , a visual thought of how the past night had gone . glares from one another from across the bar , typical bickering that had left them the only two friends remaining at their seats . and now she’s counting how many shots she had actually taken . one , two – tossing the second one back , blue eyes focused on him . flirting with a petite , rather dimwitted , blonde on the dance floor . three . oh , god , was she jealous ? no . not possible . she hated him . and then he offered the pretty blonde his signature , crooked smile . she swallows harshly in real time . four. the fourth shot was all it took and maybe , just maybe , she wasn’t actually as drunk as she had thought . the rest of the images are her being pressed against various objects . the barstool , the wall , the pillar lining the entry way of the club as they wait for their ride , the backseat , his front door . she’s ripped from her thoughts as her black jeans land across her knees , for that , she could thank him . she pulls them on from under the covers , slipping out of the bed and glancing around . she didn’t know what she was looking for . her phone , her bag , perhaps even her DIGNITY . attention is drawn back to his , her eyes rolling once again as she stomps towards him , her small stature withholding a certain type of feigned confidence . “ you are absolutely repulsive . ” she snapped , ripping the bra from his grip . her impulsiveness had led her a bit closer to him than she preferred . eyes slowly dropping from his gaze to his lips . yep , she remembered everything .

➢ The much taller of the two 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 batted an eyelid as the girl ripped the article of her clothing from his slender fingers and came face to face ( not quite literally ) with him. She was met with that of an amused gleam dancing around in the earthy hues of his eyes - his shoulder pressing back against the wooden frame of the door once more to show his 𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 of intimidation. Sure - Will loved to tease Cheyanne more than he did anyone else. He wasn’t even sure why he 𝐃𝐈𝐃 it half of the time since Will himself wasn’t well known for being a joker nor someone who 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘 inconveniences women. He actually held great respect for them and treated them accordingly, though with her - he simply couldn’t resist the 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄 to wind her up and watch her flip. Perhaps it was because he knew he could get a more explosive reaction out of her. Unacknowledged by even Will himself, perhaps the reason was that he simply 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 having her attention for as long as the arguments lasted. His frame that towered over hers slouched a few inches to bring them closer to actually being face to face and at this point - he could have sworn he felt her breath on his lips for a moment ( though he was 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 to fight off any visible reaction that she might have seen from it ). Why the fuck was he acting so... 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃? Had last night changed so much? The mere nanoseconds it took for the man to mentally scold himself were all it had also taken for him to take in the sight of her lips from such a close angle and all the memories from last night that came with the sight. It was silent for a moment, and then.... ‘ 𝐙𝐈𝐏 ‘. The short, brief sound filled the air as Will’s out-of-sight hand dropped from her zipper after doing it up. “You’re welcome.” The words were far more smug than he intended, though he didn’t mind. It wasn’t anything the other wasn’t used to. His form then took a step back and turned to disappear through the doorway where he strolled through the living area and into the kitchen - calling out back to her. “What do you drink? I have tea and coffee. No sugar, though.”

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vivccious·:

oh my god he hates the both of them. in the droughts between phone calls, he’d sometimes scroll through julian’s instagram and see pictures of wyatt which made him smile. it was funny how pictures could never capture the absolute CHAOS that came with julian and wyatt. his twin sister still felt like a stain on his reputation, but at least they were speaking. bickering, but speaking ( that sort of came with jesse, though) ‘ christmas is IMPORTANT, okay? i love it, it’s the best ! it’s like how everyone likes halloween, or, whatever holiday you like, i dunno.. ’ and he’s SO smug, getting that look from wyatt, borderline sinister smile etching it’s way onto his face, but it’s nearly wiped away clean as wyatt criticized jesse’s idea of fun. ‘ fuck off — that’s WHY i’m over here, away from it… some producer was SUPPOSED to be showing up, like, thirty minutes ago. my manager wants me to sweet talk him so i can get an audition for something … m’starting to think it isn’t worth it cause the guy still hasn’t shown his face… ’ he’s snatching the blunt back, sucking cool air through his teeth as a breeze passed by, free hand pulled his jacket in tighter. the cold could be so annoying, jesse wanted to go HOME. ‘ and, like, DON’T fucking tell anyone but i really wanna take a break, like, from work… dunno what my uptight ass would do with the down time though, isn’t that sad? ’ he doesn’t like how pretty wyatt looks right now. did his hair grow? or was jesse trying to justify their time apart with some kind of difference? wyatt was exactly the same in every way. ‘ but, uh .. if there was a BETTER party i could sneak away to without getting killed by my manager, then i’d be down. ’

➢ Not that he even 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 it, but Wyatt couldn’t resist the eye roll that came with the image of Jesse waiting around for the possible sighting of some manager that might or might not be showing up that he was supposed to ‘sweet talk’. That was how the industry worked - no doubt about that, but it had always left a weird taste ( and frankly - secondhand 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓) whenever the male was faced with what people in showbiz had to do to stay relevant. That’s 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃! Wyatt could judge but what experience of his own did he have? He’d never had to work a job he needed to be good at or be in the right place for. Things were fed to him with the silver spoon he was born with upon his tongue so to judge anyone at all was ridiculous, though there he stood - shooting Jesse an obvious look of disapproval with his nose twisted up into a scrunch. “It’s his loss that he didn’t show, you know? He 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 have gotten a few free blowjobs whilst he’s here too if there’s a particularly amazing lead role on the next Netflix original coming up.” Wyatt’s previous look formed a more amused one as the words left his lips - twisting into his signature smug grin before breaking into a smile altogether. “Who the fuck am I going to tell?” The insinuation alone was only fuelling the man’s amusement further as if he would go out of his way to smear Jesse’s career, though he assumed that Jesse meant Julian (if he hadn’t told her already). “I don’t know. Maybe with all that time you could look into going to 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 parties.” His well-kept brow quirked to punctuate the line before giving a brief shake of his head. “I landed not even an hour ago. My bags are still with my driver in the car back there and on top of that, I couldn’t sleep on the flight because my body 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 me. I’m not going to any party right now. I’m glad 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 one turned out to be lame so I don’t have to go in.”

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vivccious·:

even if that presumptuous tone that wyatt so often had was like TORTURE, jesse doesn’t tune him out, though his fingers itch at the thought of another brag coming from his lips. he’s used to it, he HAS to be at this point, and jess still wants to tell him to shut up, but that smile. ugh. despite his ever present attraction towards the other, jesse had practically wiped his phone of any photographic evidence that the two of them had partied. wyatt wasn’t his boyfriend. why did his phone screen need to remind him of that? not that he WANTED wyatt as a boyfriend… ‘ for ME ! ’ he’s still only half smiling, voice leaning into the words as if his time being sought out by wyatt was a GIFT. and jesse can fake it all he wants but his cheeks burn red with the thought that wyatt wanted to see him. ‘ you’re right, i can’t get rid of you. ’ he sucks his teeth, kicking the other lightly in the calf. it’s his own tiny form of affection without overstepping any bounds. jesse still had his head on, for now. ‘ and, ugh— don’t even bring her up, d’you know she was fucking drunk as hell for our christmas card? i’m STILL pissed about that— plus she ate all of caramel corn … bitch. ’ he jests. he knows wyatt— enough anyways to know that … any sort of small talk would lead to practically nowhere, but what were they supposed to talk about? he’ll let his fingertips pull at the cuff of wyatt’s sweatshirt, ‘ so, what, you crashed an after party just to stand here and smoke with me? wyatt that’s so CUTE ’

➢ Wy’s lips picked up into what could only be the smile of someone beaming with 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 as he heard of Julian’s antics which did, in fact, get a small and genuine laugh out of him though perhaps for less . . . respectable reasons. Julian and Wyatt had been friends for as long as the male could remember and that’s just how she always 𝐖𝐀𝐒 to him. He found amusement in her wrecking of the ongoing flow that was expected in a family as 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 as hers and the pair together were so reckless and incautious that he would always forget that good behaviour was - or used to be - anticipated of Julian. “That’s my fuckin’ 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋. I don’t blame her for being shitfaced if she’s got to deal with 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 uptight ass. Any other sibling in the world would have found that hilarious.” He was laughing quietly to himself again before even finishing his sentence at the idea of it, making a mental note to go visit his partying partner later who would find this one just as monotonous as he did. His dark orbs soon after dropped to the tugging at his cuff as Jesse gained his attention once more, though his eyes didn’t remain on the curly-headed boy for very long. They instead rolled so far back into Wyatt’s head that he was sure they’d unattach themselves from their retinas and 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋 out of their sockets. “ Actually, I was told that you were at a party. A 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘. That way if you were going to be as annoying as usual, I at least had plan B of going to the actual party. Y’know what 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 is?” Wy’s head motioned to the action (if one could call it that), hood dropping from his hair to the back of his neck with the motion. “Some of them must be what 17? 18? — That looks like 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄. What’re they drinking? Appwle jwuice?”

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soretemper

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tinyfrctures·:

a brow arches as he feigns despair , her head shaking in annoyance just briefly before inflicting a pang of irritation within the center of her forehead . a nearly inaudible groan escaping her lips . how much did she drink exactly ? she normally didn’t drink at all , it wasn’t her thing . however , his presence just might have been the reason she was tossing back shots as if it were a weekly occurrence . she didn’t have a solid reason to dislike him , no . perhaps it was the simple fact that she knew how guys like him worked . how they fed off of attention and faux intimacy . relationships were like a game to them and even her best friend had fallen prey to his arrow . most people did . he was beautiful , charming , confident . she pulled herself out of the depths of her thoughts , rolling her eyes at her own absentminded compliments . his next statement had a point . she needed to leave . ocean hues immediately scanning the room for her clothes . seeing as she was currently clothed in , what she assumed to be , his t - shirt . “ oh , please . you probably haven’t cleaned this place in months . ” she notes aloud , a gentle huff escaping her lips . her quest for her clothes ultimately failing , attention adverting back towards the other . “ i need pants . ”

➢ Will’s dark eyes left the woman within his bed to briefly glance back into the living area of his apartment with a vague look of 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 in his gaze, though he was aware enough of his features and what they doing to not fully allow them to commit to such a perplexed look. The path the pair had taken from the front door of his apartment to his couch and then into the bedroom was only 𝐓𝐎𝐎 obvious from his standing position. Items had been knocked over, articles of clothing were scattered along the floors/furniture and better yet — he could 𝐒𝐄𝐄 his wallet on the floor near the couch with a condom not too far removed out of the pocket of it. So it seemed from small visual clues, the intention was definitely to sleep together had the pair not been so out of it and on the verge of 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 which they did not long after making it through his front door. It was a strange thought to process considering he had 𝐕𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 memories of arguing with the girl at the club they were hanging out at the night prior and how they even climbed the block stairs to get here in the first place remained a mystery to him. “𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 ?? Aren’t you sticking to the traditions of the ‘walk of shame’? You gotta leave 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 your pants... and dignity.” Will’s joke was ended with a sip of his coffee, though he was already looking for her disregarded pants before he’d even had a chance to swallow it. The search only took him a few moments due to the small size of his apartment. “Here.” The pants were thrown from the doorway to meet her in his bed with Will disappearing into the living room again. Upon his return, her bra was hung from the strap over his index finger, purposely swinging it around with an air of 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 forming on his grinning lips. “This too or can I keep it for the memories?”

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tinyfrctures:

it didn’t take long for cheyenne to realize that she wasn’t at home . perfectly placed upon the RIGHT side of the WRONG bed . in fact , she was in the worst bed imaginable . perhaps it was only a nightmare , that in just a matter of seconds she would wake up on her own pillow and everything would be normal again , but the pounding in her head and the annoying voice of the male perched against the door frame was enough to scream reality . both palms are kneading circles against her temples , elbows resting on her knees as her lower back presses firmly against his headboard , pupils rolling across her eyelids as he continues to speak . god , does he ever SHUT UP ? once his monologue is finally finished , she peers upwards towards him . quite a strong glare for such a small girl . it wasn’t long before she noticed the hell of a hickey he was talking about , her nose scrunching upwards in disgust . “ well , sober you isn’t very logical either so i can’t say i’m surprised . ”

➢ “Oh, fuck. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. You’re breaking my 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, Chey.” The girl’s words had Will’s free hand that wasn’t currently taken by the ceramic shape quickly raising to his chest to — for a brief moment — 𝐅𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 some kind of hurt from the hostility of her tone. He’d heard it all from the woman before though not ... quite under the same circumstances. Not that it was a thought which commonly occupied his mental space but if Will were to think about it, he wasn’t actually sure why the two were so filled with such 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐍 for the other. It’d been this way since they met months ago through mutual friends and even the social circles they shared knew better than to invite the pair out at the same time for fear of bickering and the almost 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 irritation that filled the air when the two were left in the same room together. “You plan on getting out of my bed at any point this...” A brief pause followed his sentence as the lanky brunet was quick to check the watch fastened at his wrist. “.... 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐎𝐍? You’re making the place look messy.” A 𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐃 lie, considering he hadn’t cleaned in days. The thought occupies his mind for a moment that he should be embarrassed but it was quickly shaken off. He isn’t. It’s only Cheyenne.

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: Mutual hate of each other.

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎: Any.

➢ “Calm down — fucking hell.” Will seemed oddly 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌 for the given situation at hand, but that was just him. Amused when amid people panicking. There was an entertained grin threatening his pink lips as he watched the other in his bed, his spine comfortably resting against the door frame with a fresh mug of coffee warming his hands. “We 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 sleep together.” He interrupted their floundering only to put them out of their evident 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐘 before taking a welcomed sip, though he wished he could let them suffer in it for just a moment more to watch the unfolding show of emotions. “You gave me one hell of a fuckin’ 𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘 though. We were pretty smashed when we got back here so I don’t remember much, but… you passed out at some point so I put your ass to bed and I slept in the 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐔𝐁 for some reason. It’s not like I don’t have a couch, but hey… drunk me 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 very logical.” His dark eyes narrowed there somewhat, glancing over the other. “𝐎𝐁𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘.”

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he knew that voice. tongue in cheek, the boy tries his hardest to hide how his lips threatened to smile, though the glimmering in his eyes ( a new trait he’d acquired whenever the name “ wyatt cameron ” popped up on his phone ) made his excitement all too obvious. it was almost like his opposite had, had eyes on him in the months they spent apart. like every time wyatt started to pass through jesse’s mind, there on his phone screen would be his name, again. while on the phone jess tried not to waste a moment. his voice always spoke too quickly as he tried to squeeze in details of his always busy life, whether wyatt wanted to hear it or not. he missed wyatt. it was disgusting, ALL something he didn’t like to think about, but there’s this giddiness inside of him from being in front of the real deal. ‘ maybe you DO, s’not like you’re decked out in versace . ‘ not that jesse would be able to notice even if he was. he was blatantly looking— staring at the other. his light eyes gleamed in the direction of wyatt, admiration halfway radiating off of jesse, even if his expression wouldn’t fully commit to it. ‘ what are you even doing here? ‘ the question comes off more accusatory than he intended it to. ‘ this parties a little too tame even for me ‘ he punctuates with a puff. ‘ i can’t see you having ANY kind of fun here ‘ his fingertips shake. was he less or more nervous? the fear of being caught smoking was really nothing in comparison to being caught with wyatt cameron. jesse doesn’t move an inch. ‘ —besides, what was I supposed to say? fuck off or something? ‘ there was this horrible urge jesse got inside of him whenever wyatt was around. an inside itch, a millisecond thought to fix himself, was his hair okay? did he look good? surely when wyatt had approached he looked something near gloomy, pensive maybe. he doesn’t realize he’s raising his brows slightly, ‘ you know you coulda been anybody. ‘

➢ “Actually, I’ll have you know — my cab drivers 𝐃𝐎 usually wear Versace. Granted that they’re private cars, but still a 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓 to be made.” Cockiness disguising the fact he was almost 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃 to be back? 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 to be. “My neighbors would too if I had any, but I am — in fact — 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 enough to have my own space without neighbors.” He was walking the line and bordering into joking cockiness now, evident by the smile on his face that could, when inspected properly, show more amusement than smugness at this moment. The smile did falter however as Jesse asked the question in a way Wyatt quickly interpreted as 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄, pushing his lips into a thin line as his eyes lifted to inspect what he could of the party from where the pair stood. “Wouldn’t be seen 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 in there.” The truthful statement was followed by a shrug. It looked dire. It would actually be less embarrassing to state the truth than pretend he came for that boring shit show, though Wy had no reason to lie in the first place. He wasn’t exactly 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 by his forwardness with Jesse. The young Woods was fun and easy to wind up plus he treated Wyatt... differently. He wouldn’t let him get away with too much without meeting Wyatt with some resistance. That in of itself became very fun for the usually spoiled heir; not to mention the unacknowledged soft spot he kept for the boy. His lock screen had been changed from that 𝐃𝐔𝐌𝐁 photo from the club they’d agreed on using, though the pair could be found when the code was put in and the home screen loaded. It was 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 but he couldn’t find it in him to change it either. “I came here for you, obviously. You 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 say fuck off, but you saying that has never really gotten rid of me before, has it?” One brow was quirked at his assured question, his hand raising from his pocket to pluck the blunt from between Jesse’s own slender fingertips like a flower from the ground and he placed it between his own lips. “I 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 have been someone with a nice little camera. I can see the headlines now! “Jesse Woods fell down same hole as 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 sister! One blunt: the gateway to it all!”

#⥂ wc. ╱ replies.#⥂ wc. ╱ jesse.

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