“Happy New Year!” The blonde cheered as she whirled around to plant a drunken kiss on the lips of whoever happened to be standing near her, too out-of-mind to think about the appropraiteness of the action.
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“Happy New Year!” The blonde cheered as she whirled around to plant a drunken kiss on the lips of whoever happened to be standing near her, too out-of-mind to think about the appropraiteness of the action.
“I’ve been binge-watching Gilmore Girls for the past six days and I have finally made my way out of my cave and I feel like a new person. I’m not even done with season four and I’m so...I want coffee.”
“You’ve got to be fucking with me..”
“Hold the line, love isn’t always on time...!” Gabriel sang passionately. It had been a boring, uneventful day at the bookstore and so there he was, wearing his big headphones and allowing himself to let out his inner nerd truly shine. He thought he was alone, and because of this he was actually being himself, not even holding back the embarrassing air drumming.
“Oh, isn’t this time of year just m a g i c a l?” Bambi swooned, stretching out her arms and twirling about in the soft tufts of frozen water that began to trickle aimlessly from the sky. Some specs landed on her cheeks, causing them to ripen with warmth. Childishly, Bambi poked out her tongue, giggling as one of the puffs landed on the tip of it- melting immediately.
“Yeah, I got a few new games and I ordered like...just so much pizza. I expect you to be over like tonight. Or now works.” Kyle shrugged, running his hands back through his hair.”Also, I met your boyfriend.”
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Getting lost on his way home wasn’t high on his list of priories, and yet here he was. Hopelessly lost and confused and as pretentious as it sounds, all he wants is the bottle of red wine stashed in his trunk and a long shower to get rid of the smell of horses that had seeped into his breeches and skin.
A flash of hair catches his attention and a vaguely familiar face comes into his line of vision, clearly he sits near them or at least seen them around Young Blood and he approaches them, albeit a little cautiously, his accent coming out clipped and almost wary. “...You. You go to Young Blood correct?”
Rose Marie took a long drag off her Marlboro, allowing the smoke to slowly seep from her mouth into the air beside her. she flicked the end of her cigarette to knock off the ashes. “ I should quit.” she groaned slightly rotating her cigarette in her hand. She turned her head to the person sitting on her right and smiled.”You come here often?” She asked knowing not many people sat on the city bench in front of her music store.