#convo3

[wildergriffin]

No matter what Wilder did the tightness in his chest would not go away. It shouldn’t be like this; this should not be a reaction he was having. He shouldn’t feel this anxious about the fact that he had to go out to some fancy restaurant with his father and his father’s fiancé. The same fiancé that he just happened to be spending a bit of time in bed with. That of course was something they kept pretending wasn’t happening or at least Anika was. It was as if she tried to deny it was happening, until of course it happened again. Wilder was very much wishing it would happen again, maybe even tonight after he had to watch his father fawn all over her all night. That was why he was feeling the way he was and it was exactly why he was going to have a date of his own for this dinner. Wilder came downstairs dressed and ready for dinner. He had made sure to put on his best fitting dress pants with a form fitting white button up shirt, something he knew he looked good in and hoped Anika would notice as well. Waiting for his guest to arrive he walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a drink to kill time.

[ninabelair1x1]

A beautiful wedding. That’s what it surely will be. The location was the equivalent of a fairytale. Everything was right. The flowers, the decoration, the guest list and the musical accompaniment. The wedding gown was a dream, the suit of the groom has been made by the best french tailor. It was a job well done and Nina’s mother couldn’t stop talking about how proud she was of her daughter. The only catch: Nina didn’t want the wedding to happen. 

And while people walked in and out of the building, carrying things inside and putting them into position, she felt as if her mind was stuck in a haze. Ever since the reality of Dorian getting married smacked her across the face, she held on to the hope that it was just a nightmore. A bubble that would burst and she’d realize it was all just a mistake. They promised each other to part ways. Live seperate lives because it would be for the better. And while Nina still tried to puzzle herself back together, the man had already carried an engagement ring inside his pocket. A ring that has been present even during the last night they had spent together.

So instead of moving on, she got dragged to plan the man’s introduction to his future and saw everything she’d never get. She met his bride-to-be, his family and had to ask him to write his vows while planning his honeymoon. All of this could’ve easily broken her and it almost did an uncountable amount of times. But at some time, she removed herself and became a robot who only focused on her job. It made things easier but sometimes she cracked. There were moments when the waves hit her and she struggled to comprehend the full extent of her own emotions.

This was one of the moments. When she crossed the room to go talk to him with her heart slipping to her throat. “Good morning.” She handed him a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. “Good news, last signature I need from you. Celene signed it yesterday in the meeting with my mo - with Mrs Belair. It’s the insurance agreement on this location. The company will come up for any damage that might come up but that’s already been discussed. Right now all that’s left are details. So if there’s anything you want, well, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

[ames-bale]

Working in his garage on one of his motorcycles was one of the few things that really helped Ames to relax and right now he needed all the help he could get in that department. It was as if right now stress and frustration was on a constant loop in his life. Work, which he normally loved, was driving him crazy all because of one overbearing customer. His son was on vacation with his mother and he hadn’t seen him in over a week. And then there was the girl next door causing him the most frustration of all. It had been a couple days since their encounter through the window and he couldn’t even count how many time he’d wanted to go over to her house and fuck her right there, but he’d been busy and it was as if her parents were always home during the most inconvenient times. Right now though he was determined to forget about all of that while he pulled the motorcycle out into the driveway, his eyes glancing towards Chloe’s house every so often as he worked. When his mind could no longer focus on anything other than the girl next door he found himself walking towards her house. He had no idea what he would say if her parents were to open the door, but he would come up with something if it came to that. Ames knocked hoping more than anything that Chloe would be the one to answer the door.

[leojollenbeck-blog]

Luckily for Leo, her husband was on another business trip for another three days, so that gave her some time to figure out what to do about the nice, big, bright hickey Tyler decided to mare her neck with. Unfortunately, she had to wear a scarf with her outfit for her Tuesday class. Hopefully, none of her students would noticed she wouldn't be taking it off. She ran a hand under the scarf, attempting to air out her neck; it was warming up in the lecture room and that wasn't a good thing. When she was finished speaking, Leo gave the class an assignment and sat down at her desk, shooting Tyler a look that could kill...if looks could kill. That girl would be the death of her.

[kennedymariekapernick-blog]

good God, let me give you my life.

It was 3:30 in the afternoon and Micah would be home soon, after another long day of searching through town for any possible open job for him or Kennedy. It had been nearly four weeks since the morning they had woken up in the small, beat up car from Sugarland, Texas filled with way too much money and far too little clothes. They had decided to take a couple of weeks to settle down, buy what they needed for the apartment and plant their roots quickly before searching for jobs. They money from the casino was still plentiful and could carry them for quite some time, truth be told. But Kennedy and Micah had been raised to save and never take a penny for granted.

Oh, gosh…that casserole from last night does not seem to be sitting well…

Kennedy Kapernick. Wait, Kennedy Wolkow, was fighting back the urge to vomit as she wavered slowly in front of the toilet bowl.

Come on, Ken, come on. Don’t do it…don’t – oh, too late.

Just a second later, she was clutching her hair behind her head with one hand and resting her hand on her forehead as she choked on the vomit that was escaping her mouth. She quickly tied her hair up with a ponytail and lowered her free hand to her thigh.

Oh…

“Oh, goodness…this is…” And again, chunks landed in the toilet and splashed small droplets into her face. For a brief second, the thought that it wasn’t the casserole crossed her mind but for heaven’s sake, there were chunks of it in the toilet! Of course it was the casserole.

Micah was going to be home soon…and if he found her like this, regardless of the reason, he would feel responsible. Kennedy pushed herself up onto her knees but immediately regretted it as she lost control of herself and disposed of more vomit in the toilet.

This has to be the casserole.

“Shit…” she muttered, automatically cowering behind the toilet for cussing like that. Her hair was falling from the bun she had haphazardly thrown together moments ago and her brow was slick with sweat.

She felt the urge to bolt up when she heard the heavy front door of their small apartment close but she was unable to. She felt defeated. And she knew. She knew.

This definitely isn’t the casserole.

[kennedymariekapernick-blog]

Micah had helped her back into the car and managed to keep her from crying all the way to the first place with coffee they had stumbled across. It was a small local diner complete with roller skating waitresses who wore pink, frilly aprons. Kennedy pressed her skirt down as she entered, Micah close behind.

The waitress waved them to the nearest padded booth and smiled warmly at them. Kennedy slid into the booth and waited for Micah. “What can I get cha, dolls?” Kennedy shifted in her seat as she looked at Micah. Talking was still not in the cards for her and he would know what to get her. She had never been much of an eater when she was hung-over and today was no different. Just the smell from the grease in the back was making her queasy. 

She bit back a gag and lowered her head to regain her composure and the waitress glanced toward Micah, hoping for an answer.

[strengthinthewarbler-blog]

doubledgedporcelain replied to your post:Do you still care about Porcelain?

I’ve already forgiven you.

Porcelain, you shouldn't have. I hurt you.

[mels-angel]

Me quiero ir.

Y este chico no es Joey. Quiero a mi Joey.