#blloodline

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          even the sight of the large house looming in front of them was enough to send her heart tumbling downwards. every sign was pointing towards the fact that they weren’t home-- not a light on, not a car in the large driveway. and to say dylan was determined would be an understatement. “here-- i think this one is perfect,” she finally spoke, pointing towards the large thing. even as a child, she’d noted how ridiculous it was to have such a large house for three people. “you know they’ve got tons of shit in there.” @blloodline

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@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.

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@blloodline !!

           “i’m bored,” gwen purred as she leaned over to donovan, one hand going to his hair. her eyes were filled with pure, uncut malice. she was more feline than woman, some noted, with narrowed eyes and a grin to kill. her hand twirled in his hair, trying to look as innocent as the girl could. she looked more mischievous than innocent, she imagined. with a sigh and a pout, she removed her hand from his hair and crossed her arms over her chest. “isn’t there, like, a party tonight? you know i don’t like fuckin’ sitting around.”