#convo2

[double-ended]

Are you seriousIy cIaiming that you are friends with a Peixes? Let me guess, you are aIso friends with the second coming of troII Jegus?

thii2 enough proof for you? ii had two turn on "2treamer mode" two not acciidentally leak the u2ername2 of all of my friiend2.

[gaytroyboy-blog]

text: cap & troyboy.

Dan: Please go to bed an get over your jetlag.

Dan: I don’t want to hear from you again until you realize how inappropriate your behavior is

Dan: Indy is crying, Troy. Audibly whining tears.

Troy: Don't bring the dogs into this.

Troy: And okay, who are they to judge? They're always humping each other for dominance...

Troy: At least when we hump each other it is out of LOVE and MUTUAL RESPECT

[indigo-lee]

[It had been two days since that damn party, two days since that kiss. A kiss that Indie couldn’t stop thinking about but also couldn’t bring herself to bring up. They had both been busy with school and had conveniently not had time to discuss or nor had they really tried. Things had been a bit awkward but for the most part it was as if they were trying to pretend it hadn’t happened. Indigo wasn’t sure she could keep doing that though and she had a feeling Rory wouldn’t want that either. The last thing she wanted was for that kiss to have ruined things between them. Rory was her best friend and she was going to be damned if she was going to lose her over a stupid game of seven minutes in heaven. There was also a part of her though that didn’t want to deny that she very much wanted to kiss the other girl again. Indie decided it was best that they talk about it now and not let it sit for any longer, knowing the awkwardness would only get worse if they did that. Taking a deep breath Indie left her room to find Rory in the living room.] Hey. . . I was wondering if maybe you wanted to talk?

[kieranjacksons-blog]

date night

Kieran was nervous. After their rendevous, a couple nights before, he thought it was probably wise to take the other out on a real date. That’s what people did when they liked each other right? They went out on dates. At least that’s what he remembered doing. It had been a really long time since he had been out with anyone. Let alone someone he worked with. Noah was different though because he was charasmatic in a way that made him disregard his rule for dating coworkers in fear that it would end badly. He was drawn to those blue eyes filled with such adventure, and he couldn’t help himself with he saw the other become so passionate about his work. It almost seemed like something out of his wildest fairytales that a date didn’t even seem possible for him. He had to make it perfect but knowing Kieran, he’d probably screw it up in some way. Not sure how, but he definitely would. He was deep in thought at his desk across from Noah that he didn’t realize it was time to head home. Someone patting his shoulder got him out of his head and back into work. “Yeah, yeah I’m heading home,” Kieran said to the other, waving him off. He walked over slowly to Noah, leaning against his desk. “Hey, um, you busy tonight?”  @aarontveitrps

[faya-song]

[Faya sat at the bar, checking her lipstick in the mirror as she waited for her boyfriend to return from the car where he’d forgotten something. This club was one of the nicer ones she had been to in a while and she was looking forward to really getting to enjoy it. That was of course if Dillon would hurry the hell up. After a couple minutes of waiting she decided to go ahead and order herself a drink, taking a sip of the jack and coke once it was in her hand. Faya glanced towards the door, hoping to see her date walking in what she certainly hadn’t been expecting though was to see instead Eric walking in. Oh, great. This was just what she needed. She saw enough of him at school lately she did not need to see him when she was out trying to relax and have some fun. Really this was just her luck and maybe God was trying to punish her for something she had done, whatever that may be. Hoping he hadn’t noticed her she turned her back to him and looked towards the bartender, watching him mix drinks as she quietly drank her own.]

[ninabelair1x1]

She could hear a clock ticking but when she opened her eyes she didn’t bother looking for it. The room looked different in the morning light, brighter and less cozy than the night before. Now it just seemed expensive and sterile. But none of that mattered because as soon as she turned her head to the left she saw him face framed by a mess of dark hair. A sight she'd wished to wake up to every morning but this was the last time. Her final minutes of pretending that he was hers to keep. And even though she had just woken up, her heart was already racing.

With one gently stroke she ran her fingers through his soft hair and sighed. There were tears pooling in her eyes and this time she let them run across her face until they dripped onto the pillow. Just a moment of weakness, that’s all she needed. Then she’d raise her head again and be strong. Nina counted down from ten and then closed her eyes, waiting for a few more seconds before she moved closer towards him. 

Her arm curled around his waist and she left a peck on his shoulder before Nina rolled to the side. She could just get up and leave. Not say goodbye, disappear and make it easier for the two of them. But she knew she couldn’t. Not after last night, not after all they’ve been through. There had to be some kind of closure, not an open ending.

She propped herself up and rested her back on the bedhead, her legs curled up to her chest but her eyes were constantly on him. Almost absentmindedly she started drawing little hearts on his bare skin and if she hadn’t been trying so hard to stay quiet, she would’ve started humming.  Dorian Dupont, damned may he be for being so hard to let go.

[frankiedebello-blog]

       A few minutes had only passed since Jonas finally fall asleep when she heard noises. Fearing that Jonas might wake up, Frankie instatntly jumped off her bed and locate the source of noise which was from her window. She opened it and discovered it was Malcolm. "What are you doing?"

[cathmiller-blog]

     Standing in between the food table and where she was seated was Ryan who just finished taking care of the fans who subtly came over to him. She was thinking of walking the other way but she didn't want to think that she was not over him yet. Catherine was definitely over him...or at least that was she was telling himself.

   With a champagne flute in her hand, she casually walked her way to Ryan and flashed him a friendly smile just to prove to herself and anybody that the past remained in the past. "Hey," she greeted, "I didn't know you were coming." It took her strength for her voice not to crack because she was so nervous.