#blucardinal

[kidsapsycho]

                        ;  HUNTERS OCEAN EYES GLANCED ACROSS THE TABLE.                ─── they glanced at the girl, sitting on the other side.  his finger tips carefully sliding over the keyboard of his computer, writing each word without trouble; even though the lack of attention.  the hollingsworth house were dead silent, and the only sound made out loud was their touch against the keyboards.  hunter could hear his own calm breathing and his heart beating in his chest.  the project week was finally coming to an end, and the constant bicker back and forth with grace, along with arguments and disagreements on almost everything had made the whole experience less enjoyable.  it was coming to an end and all there was left was to present it─── after that they would never have to speak another word to each other.   his attention led back to the screen the second he finished his sentence. a long sigh escaped his rosy lips.  ‘  the resume is done. i guess all we need now is for you to finish and it all being put together.   ‘   his voice spoke as his thoughts begged for her to be somewhat done too. ‘  you know; along with the whole presentation itself───  ‘  he began as his eyebrows rose to his hairline.   ‘ we are pretty behind on almost everything. we got a half hour to present, do we even have enough material to fill out thirty minutes?  ‘   his eyes looked back at her while his voice spoke with serious concern.   ‘ .. are you even going to show?   ‘   his question hung in the air but he was concerned. concerned that the day of the presentation was going to be one of the days where grace didn’t show face.  he never knew if she did it to torture him or if she actually had a valid reason to throw at him at all.

                                                                                      // @blucardinal

[limitcdedition]

              she still felt bad. then again ; when did maya not feel bad about something she was in the wrong for. she knew grace was only trying to look out for her, trying not to make her feel even worse than she already felt. and deep down, she knew that, even when she said those hurtful words and kicked her out of the band. and yeah, maybe she already apologized and forgave grace for not telling her, but she still felt bad. chewing on her bottom lip, almost a horrible habit, really, the blonde eventually sat down next to the blue haired girl, pressing her lips together for a split second before giving her a soft nudge ( hey, she didn’t want to nudge her too hard, in case she was working on something important ). ❛ hey ---- what do you say we do something after school today ?? just you and me. ❜ it was kind of unusual, but hey, both girls only had one another at that point, so why not.

          @blucardinal ♥’d for a starter.

[mhworth]

⊰ *! GRACE. ⊱

❝ I mean it this time. I’m fucking LEAVING Toronto. They can’t make me stay. ❞ He’s being a bit melodramatic, s u r e, but what would you do if the one person in the WORLD you knew didn’t deserve such power was handed just that by the whole city of Toronto ? He got the results of his father's election via text from Frankie in his free period, where you’d currently find him in the corner of a hallway sitting adjacent to Grace. She was sure to guess something was OFF by the immediate scoff and look of disgust that lingered on his nerves and soon transpired to his expression. His hands are restless as he can’t seem to find a place to put them ---- first, the back of his head, then his neck, and eventually he comes to a stand and places both palms steady against the wall, his heart rate accelerating quicker by the minute. He needed an o u t. 

[perkypink-blog]

@blucardinal liked for a starter

A panicked look appeared on Lola’s face the second she lost control of the cup in her hand, spilling her strawberry iced tea all over the blue-haired girl in front of her. Her eyes widen and her jaw dropped open in utter fear.  ❝ I -- uh, I-- ❞ she stuttered, afraid those would be her last words.  ❝ I’m, like, so so sorry. Please don’t stab me. ❞

[frankiehollingsworth]

✆ ▹▹ grace

Frankie: so is valentines weekend happening at ur place or mine?

[frankiehollingsworth]

✆✉☎⁇✿ø✘#@&%ツ$♀

✆ for a MORNING text

Frankie: wake up, sleeping beauty. bagels at my place. the cook has like 10 diff cream cheeses. hurry before miles and hunter find them and then eat everything in the kitchen.

✉ for a text that WASN’T SENT

Frankie: maybe i just like being drunk more than i do hanging out with those people. maybe i like feeling the numbness that alcohol gives me, and unlike u, those people let me feel it. they want me to feel it.

☎ for a RUSHED text

Frankie: i’m running late so i can’t ride with u.. can u still do the tim’s run before school? owe u.

⁇ for a DRUNK text

Frankie: u know for wahat its owrth ur not a bad kisser..... o r at least ur probably not if u know, u do it with osmeone whos expecting it.

✿ for a SUGGESTIVE text

Frankie: u should’ve just waited until i was drunk to kiss me, u know. i’m more fun when i drink than smoke.

ø for a LATE NIGHT text

Frankie: i can’t sleep. come over and we can stay up and watch movies until sunrise and just skip out on school tomorrow.

✘ for a HATEFUL text

Frankie: why do u so jealous when i hang out with someone who isn’t u? is it that fun being that obsessed w/ someone else?

# for a RANDOM text

Frankie: grace they just put ALL the episodes of cake boss on netflix i’m DYING!!! omg. can we get cake and watch it????

@ for a SCARED text

Frankie: i’m at some club downtown but everyone left me and now these sketchy dudes keep offering to buy me drinks. idk how i’m getting home. can u find me before they close please.

& for a LOVING text

Frankie: u say ur always going to be my best friend but i hope u mean it even when i keep doing stupid shit because i really don’t know what i’d do without u, grace. nobody’s ever gotten me like u do.... or puts up with me like u do.

% for a CURIOUS text

Frankie: so like, have u /ever/ had a crush on a guy?? u could’ve told me, u know.

ツ for an EXCITED text

Frankie: i got the c u t e s t dress today from kensington!! u have to come over and see it. u don’t even have to wait for me to try it on bc i’ve been wearing it ever since i got home.

$ for an ACCIDENTAL text

Frankie: she’s being so ridiculous, it’s stupid. like i’m going to go insane.Frankie: ... anyways can u believe my mom??

♀ for a HEARTBREAKING text

Frankie: i don’t know if i can do this. things have been weird since the kiss and i don’t know how to make them not be without just... stopping everything. i’m sorry.

[frankiehollingsworth]

✘ grace

Frankie had been trying to avoid Grace since their incident. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about, let alone remember. Her best friend since diapers wasn’t supposed to be kissing her -- or even wanting to kiss her. She didn’t know how she was supposed to handle that so she simply ignored the girl, pretending she didn’t exist. But now she was pulling open the door to Grace’s room, soaked from the cold rain, with tear-stained cheeks. “He’s cheating on me,” the small girl muttered as soon as she made it inside, unaware if her ‘friend’ was even in the room or not.

[katiesambition]

Katie had long since began setting the table. Though, it wasn't quite time for dinner-- it was still a necessity and tradition. Being of the Type A personality persuasion, Katie didn't trust anyone else to take charge. And of course, there was the small factor that her grandmother wouldn't allow anyone near the kitchen; it made her feel useful. Glancing around, it felt nice to be home. She hadn't been there for more than a week since last Christmas. After Paris, she'd only had a tiny break-- which she hadn't minded. Today however, it was great just being around family. The doorbell rang, which brought a look of confusion to her face. Shrugging, she figured someone had gotten locked out, and someone else could deal with that. Moments later, it rang again; this time Maya called out to her. “Can you get that for me,” she asked in a rush from the over the bannister. “Okay, but the food is almost ready,” Katie groaned, thankful that she was practically done with the table anyway. The only thing needed was the food which Maya could handle. Her hair was slightly a mess-- she appeared disheveled. The ugly sweater wasn't easily to be overlooked either, but she didn't care. Clearly this was someone of importance to Maya. All of her friends were nothing more than a bother. “Coming,” she shouted from the foyer now. As she opened the door, she put on her best smile; only to have it grow. Confused and positively elated, she stared at the other girl with a eager grin; however, her bliss momentarily subsided. “What are you doing here, Cardinal,” she rasped, immediately shutting the door behind her.  Leaving them alone on the porch, she couldn't ignore that she was still happy to see her. But that wasn't something she needed to know.