#coopersgf

[sunsetsvibe-archive]

   well, this is sufficiently awkward. he’s attired in, nothing at all to be honest. the webcam light bright, clear as day that it’s on & he hadn’t expected anyone to turn up now, let alone holly. it’s weird though, he’s not as ashamed as most might have been. if anything, he’s just mildly agitated due to the distraction. he’ll lose money for that, he’ll bet. “---what are you doing here?” he’ll ask, showing no indication of even trying to cover himself up. // @coopersgf

[awakc-blog]

&. @coopersgf​

           he’s so HAPPY. quinn never thought he would be able to use that word to describe how he felt. so he couldn’t help but walk right up to holly when she came home, wrapping his arms around her. he pulled her close to his THIN frame, pressing a kiss to her neck. 

          “guess what...”            

[awakc-blog]

&. @coopersgf

             COACHELLA. how did he get here?? elliot had never EVER thought that his music career would get to this point. not even a year and a half ago was elliot homeless and playing on the streets for money. he took a risk and went to an open mic and was DISCOVERED by his now record label. how very lifetime movie, right?? there were a couple hundred people in front of him now as he sang, and it was BLOWING his mind. it still didn’t feel real, maybe he should pinch himself. 

             as he started the third song of his set he looked out into the crowd for a moment, taking in the sheer ENERGY that they were giving off. as he was singing he felt his chest tighten, and he stared at a girl standing close to the front of the stage. she looked so FAMILIAR, like his heart recognized her. and then it clicked...HOLLY. that was HOLLY. elliot hadn’t heard from the girl in years, but he sure did remember her. how could he forget someone like that. his mind was racing...it was like she had hardly changed. she was gorgeous, olive skin covered with freckles and she was DANCING to his music. the last time she had seen him he was homeless. 

                elliot had no idea he was getting that DISTRACTED until his bass guittarist walked up closer to him and mumbled something along the lines of “the crowd can’t sing the whole song you know.” elliot’s vocals picked back up and he continued to sing, waiting for the set to be done. MAYBE he would find her afterwards.  

[awakc-blog]

😭 quinn

If you want to find out how my muse will react to the death of your muse send me a ‘😭’ 

           Quinten was pretty sure he hadn’t PROCESSED this all yet. His body and mind have been completely numb for the past three days. ever since he got the phone call...that STUPID phone call. It didn’t feel like a reality, maybe it was a sick joke. However Quinten was thrust out of his insensible state and into reality when he was at her funeral, HOLLY’S FUNERAL. Those two words kept replaying over and over again in Quinn’s mind as he tried to get a grasp on the situation. He sat in the back of the church, God when was the last time he had been in a church?? 

          Quinten sat there as the funeral passed, the words that were being said swimming around in his mind. He couldn’t process it, he couldn’t handle it. There was no way she was GONE, she couldn’t be. Holly was the light of his life, she had changed him...FIXED him. Every breath he took was motivated by Holly, and now she was gone. 

          Quinn wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it must have been a considerable amount. Someone was closing up the casket, his vision was too blurry to even make out who it was. His chest tightened and it felt as if someone had stuck a hot knives through his lungs. This was REAL, there was no way it was a joke. She was gone...and he was supposed to protect her. He pushed himself up from the pew, stumbling outside of the church, quickly turning a corner and making his way to the side of the building. He had no idea what he was doing, but he had to get out of there. 

         Shaking hands moved upwards, running them through black locks. “FUCK!!” The word escaped out of his mouth like FIRE, “FUCK!! GOD DAMMIT!! NO!!” She couldn’t be gone, she couldn’t be gone. His hands moved down from his hair and balled into fists, connecting with the brick exterior of the church once, twice...three times. “Why did you take HER!?” He repeated the sentence over and over again, fists repeatedly hitting the wall. He didn’t care how much is hand hurt, he couldn’t really feel it. His rage was blinding him from the pain. After a moment he gasped for air, falling forward so his forehead rested against the cool, bloody brick. 

           “Holly...” The name escaped his lips with a SOB, and he turned around, sliding down the brick wall. Thin legs were pulled to his chest and he hugged them close, not even caring that he was sobbing. Normally he would be ashamed that he was showing so much emotion, but nothing mattered to him anymore. Holly wasn’t here. He was alone, all over again, just as broken as before they met. 

[awakc-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u (shIT SHE TEXTED QUINN THE YEAR HE WAS GONE LOL)

             Quinten would be LYING if he said that he never thought about Holly. Even just hearing her name made him feel SICK. It felt like a darkness was growing inside of his chest and there was no way to stop it. He tried to suppress it with alcohol and other DRUGS, but nothing seemed to WORK. Tonight he wasn’t even sure where he was. He was with Blake, right?? Yeah. Sure. The room was spinning around him, everything was FUZZY and he liked it that way. This way it was hard for him to think, hard for him to focus. If he was sober his mind just drifted to HER, wait…her?? Quinten felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and he somehow managed to slip it out, almost dropping it a total of two times. 

                              ( ✉ → sms - holly ) i fukcing miss yo u  

                 It was like someone poured a BUCKET OF ICE over the man. His eyes widened and all of a sudden he forgot how to breathe. Did she…miss him?? How could she miss someone like HIM. He had abandoned her all because he couldn’t cope with his feelings. She didn’t deserve that, she was AMAZING. Amazing….HOLLY. 

               Thumbs hover over the screen of his phone, drawing his lip ring between his teeth as he thought. What was the worst thing that could happen?? There was so much to explain, so much to say. He couldn’t just explain it all through a TEXT. He couldn’t explain that his mother had gotten cancer, that he needed to leave to SUPPORT HER. After everything his mother did to him he still was AFRAID of her, he still thought he needed to be a good son and fix it all. 

                “FUCK this.” 

                 He’s ANGRY now, that’s how he gets when he can’t comprehend why he does the shit he does. So his phone is now clenched in his right hand and he hurls it across the room. It shatters into pieces and the random people int he room turn to look at him. His hands clench into FISTS and he pushes himself off of the couch, “Don’t fuckin’ look at me.” He hisses the words out as he leaves the room, the building completely. 

                “I need a damn SMOKE.”