@blloodline !!
lennon felt like such an idiot-- he’d never been the type to get hung up on the girl. the rock star was all confidence and suave, wooing girls outside of bars and venues his band plays at. touching their hair lightly, giving them that classic smirk. but then violetta came. well, her whole family came into his life, thanks to dylan. but violetta was certainly the one who left him enamored. they’d all gone out to some party that dylan had invited them to. something about franny and her house sitting some mansion and how there was going to be a fuck ton of booze. he lingered by a wall with a solo cup in hand, eyes trailing the blonde in question as sully gabbed about how he was really fucking whipped for demarris, as he so eloquently put. “yeah, that’s sick, man,” lennon muttered as he made his way closer to the girl. “hey. v.” he gave a little smirk, trying to play cool. “i’m trying to have a smoke break. come with me.” his heart thumped at his newfound confidence, but he stuck his hand in his pocket, a smirk forming.