#bvcktoyou

[stupidcupids]

@bvcktoyou

they wouldn’t be together for very long this time. seeing as he flew out to see her in the middle of the night last time, it was only fair the next time she was in california, she made the effort to do the same. and to be honest? that’s what sucked the most about this arrangement. how the public believed they were dating, long before they actually were. and now? out of all the times they had in the past, now his managers wanted to fake the biggest break up of the century. truth be told, he just wanted to spend time with her alone, his apartment, away from the world. was that selfish? maybe, but it’s not like he was looking forward to all the attention this would bring, not to mention the fact they’d have to actually start sneaking around afterwards. “i’m sorry-” she’s sitting on his lap, and he outstretches his legs. he can’t stop thinking about the event, about the faux fight that would supposedly end their now all too real relationship. “i just can’t fucking stop thinking about tonight..” he pushes his tongue against his cheek, jaw tightening as he shakes his head. “i’m tired of being their puppets. we finally do exactly what they want, and now it’s time for a new scandal.” glancing back to meet her gaze, he tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “i guess i’m overreacting.” 

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samantha thomas desperately needed to get away. away from her family, away from her friends, away from him. what started out as an annoying set up between two families had turned into more than the petite blonde could ever imagine, in the worst way possible. you see, the thing was, it was far better for samantha thomas to hate antonio garcia than it was to actually like him. and god -- hating him had been so EASY. he was always flaunting other girls in her face, he cracked inapproriate jokes, and her best friend in the entire world was keen on never giving him the benefit of the doubt. so, samantha hated him. she hated him because her best friend hated the idea of them and she hated him because her family felt as though they had control of her life and she hated him because she could hate him. and then something changed... something she couldn’t put into words ( something she tried to put into words, costing her the most important friendship of her life ) and something she couldn’t understand. so, samantha ran away.

okay, that was drastic... samantha decided to spend her summer working at a summer camp out of town to distract herself from her personal life. what better way to get away from her problems then to take care of a bunch of screaming brats all summer long, right? wrong. it seemed as though she wasn’t the only one who had this idea ( which she found to be INCREDIBLY suspicious ) and next thing she knew? antonio was working there too. she had done her best at avoiding him ( he was, after all, the whole reason she had chosen to get away and keep busy ), but he was making it increasigly difficult. did he have to make EVERYTHING hard? “let me make one thing clear, i am nothing more than your coworker today and this entire summer,” the blonde stated bluntly, putting her sunglasses on her face as calmly as she could while she sat by the pool. it was lunch time and the pair had been instructed to watch over the pool grounds to make sure no kids snuck around during the hour. they were notorious for skipping lunch to do stupid shit ( samantha should know, she was one of them growing up ). it also happened to be the first time samantha had to face the boy after avoiding him like the damn plague.

[stupidcupids]

@bvcktoyou

the plan ride was sucked --- but most of them did. the only good thing being that it was late at night when his flight came in, and most of the people were asleep. he didn’t bother paying for first class, not when he was in the spur of the moment purchasing tickets. which of course, prompted an almost immediate phone call from his manager, freaking out. it’s not until he explains where and what he’s doing -- giving the excuse of that prom in philly, and being seen with belle a week prior would cause a media frenzy - did bossman finally agree. it’s almost a five hour flight. meaning, since it was ten o’clock at night, he wouldn’t get in until about three in the morning. god --- was he really fucking doing this? all for a girl? she wasn’t just that, though. and dee knew it, which is why he was almost certain that when push came to shove and they admitted real feelings are involved now.. things might get more complicated. fuck, he was in over his head with this one. but that’s who he was, ridiculously reckless at times, but willing to go to the ends of the earth for people he cared about.. people like belle. after grabbing his carry on, he slung it over his shoulder. he’s wearing a hat -- sweats, and a black hoodie. well, he didn’t have much time to get ready, seeing as it was a spur of the moment decision. another thirty minute car ride later, and he’s at the footsteps of her suite. nodding to the doorman, he makes his way to the elevator, and her front door. one knock, then two. “c’mon princess, you better not have fell asleep on me after i came all this way.” he smirked. 

[stupidcupids]

@bvcktoyou

the wedding was amazing, it was magical and over the top -- and delilah could have expected nothing less. but getting there? getting there she couldn’t have been more confused. as her best-friend stood across from the love of her life at the end of the aisle, delilah’s gaze kept meeting that of her brother, standing opposite to the bridesmaids, in matching tuxes, and yet - he was the only one in the room who stood out to her. which of course, prompted the conversation she had with her boyfriend only thirty minutes after the bride and groom left as husband and wife. you see, anthony was obsessed with the idea that delilah still harbored feelings for eric, which was.. insane. since they were in high-school, she’s never stopped for a moment to think about what she felt for eric. there was no point, in her eyes, they would never have their chance. now? it’s like everything was staring at her back in the face, questioning her, taunting her, ruining her. finding herself at the bar, and cleaning out most of the champagne flutes, the tiny brunette switches to something stronger when she watches one of the bridesmaids cha-cha slide right into the man in question. great. now she gets to watch him dance with someone else. someone that’s not her. why was she so jealous? a few songs go by, and she’s turning on her heels to run into his chest. “oh hey-” her voice is slurred, grinning. “y-you looked great out there - like, a real life justin timberlake.” she misses her mouth with the little black straw in her... fourth? mojito. “hey, wanna’ know something funny? i dumped my boyfriend -- isn’t that hilarious? ya’ know, because two seconds after, you’re grinding with jenny the jiggalow.” 

[stupidcupids]

@bvcktoyou

she was so nervous showing up to the airport, sitting in the cab with her fingertips unraveling over and over again anxiously in her lap. she’s wearing a pair of black yoga pants, because they’re the most comfortable to travel in -- and an tiny central perk t-shirt callie got her last christmas off amazon. she wasn’t worried about the flight, she’s made it plenty of times when going up to visit her best friend. instead, she’s petrified of a pair of dark brown eyes, and how they make her heart do flips. there’s also this sense of guilt, knowing those feelings for erik had never faded, and coming here today, when anthony was back home. but whatever, he was the one that bailed on the vacation -- not delilah. if anything, this was mostly his doing.. or at least, that’s what she’d tell herself to get through the rest of today. the plane ride was a piece of cake for the most part, until they had to make an emergency stop due to weather. now delilah and erik are stranded in some rinky-dink town until tomorrow afternoon, three days before the wedding. she’s at the front desk, brows furrowed as she speaks to the receptionist. “are you serious? tomorrow -- can’t you do anythin--” the woman cuts her off, and the tiny brunette marches back to the other with her victoria secret duffle bag. slinging it off her shoulder and on the ground with the rest of the stuff, it’s almost eight at night. “we can’t get a connecting flight until tomorrow, all the airlines are shut down.” delilah pushes her tongue against her inner cheek, looking over at the receptionist who was practically giving her the death glare. “and she should not work in customer service.” crossing her hands over her chest, she looks up to meet his gaze. “i think i’m getting hangry.. do you wanna’ get a motel or something for tonight?”

[stupidcupids]

       DELILAH ROSE’S INSTAGRAM   ; FT. ERIK PRESCOTT 

“so. how was the trip?” callie sits on the edge of the bed, her chin in her hands with a slithering grin that tells everyone ; she’s up to no good. delilah inches towards the mirror, pulling long dark locks out the back of her bridesmaid robe. “it was.. fine.” she says, almost nonchalantly, and if it was anyone else other than her best-friend, maybe it would have been believable. glancing over her shoulder at the girl, the brunette lets out a frustrated sigh. “we’re friends. i don’t know why you’re so caught up on this, cal.” with that, the other bounces off the edge of the bed -- as if she’s been waiting for delilah to ask the big question. “he’s totally got a thing for you! always has! and i was really dumb, and really selfish back in high-school, i’m just tryina’ make up for it in the good graces of karma.” god, her bouncy personality could be exhausting. but the corner’s of delilah’s lips twitched upward, and she shook her head. “yeah.. totally.” 

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[tenderstars]

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The last year of law school had Nik thinking a lot about his future. However, he wasn’t only thinking about himself because where ever he pictured himself, Ally was right there next to him. Nik looked down at his book as he sighed softly, knowing fully that he wasn’t not focusing on the pages in front of him anyway. They were both studying for the BAR exam and to say that things weren’t a tad bit stressful was an understatement. “Hey babe?” he blurted out. Realizing there wasn’t any going back now and that he had distracted her from actually studying instead of focusing on other things.