(&. alternatiives)
this is a bad idea. yet she can’t get herself to stop the car, to turn and go back home. she’ll drive, concern almost clouding her mind, a mainstream song filling up her car. what the hell was she doing picking damon up? she should’ve said no, but something about him made it hard to just give him up so easily. she’s driving up to stockton, attempting to locate a house party she’d possibly find him in. soon enough, she’s parking her car in front of the house, where she could nearly hear every little detail from the song playing inside. sighing, luna gets out the driver’s seat, shifting so that she’s stood in clear sight before she’s leaning against her car. she’ll pull out her phone, giving him a ring before choosing to text him instead. [text] :: i’m right outside the house, come out.













