#ft. klyde

[laylaevsmems]

‹ @klvdes​ / klyde c. ›

just seeing klyde can instantly give her a headache. every time she’s around him and he speaks, she would eel annoyed by most of the things he says. she does get along with most people, but when it comes to him, it’s as if something inside of her goes off. with a roll of her eyes, she said, ”don’t you have anything better to do than... whatever it is you’re actually doing?”

[anxstcsia]

IN ALL HONESTY, STAS’ WAS PROUD OF HERSELF. she had left the comforts of her room for a real life party where she would have to interact with people. this was incredibly rare and it didn’t go unnoticed from the amount of people that were looking at her and questioning why she was there. a cold glare and scowl often sent them on their way. as a figure approached her, with what seemed like all intents and purposes to talk to her, all of the inner progress she made had just gone completely out of the window. “ oh shit, nope -- not today. ” she muttered aloud to herself as she quickly turned away. 

CLOSED STARTER // @klvdes​

[anxstcsia]

ANASTASIA WAS NEVER one for giving herself an empty plate. she may look calm, cool and collected but inside her head was a complete racetrack, everything running a mile a minute. on top of grad school applications, apply for internships, keeping on top of all things in the democratic primary and trying to force herself to at least smile once a day -- she just had to add something else to her plate. the vintage store in the city had a piece of her heart ever since she had started at northshore. if she could find the time then she would center her entire day around roaming the findings of the wonderfully eccentric woman that owned it. like a lost gem, the brunette had discovered the most insanely beautiful cabinet -- it may of been old and worn but it was french in design, delicate and in need of some tender loving care and she had always loved a project. that was how she had found herself sitting on the bottom steps of kappa, covered in paint as she put her diy skills to the test. she had got some weird looks, some hollering from the neighboring fraternities but nothing that couldn’t be met with a middle finger and a scowl. walking past, she noticed the familiar mop of blonde hair, this was klyde and even he deserved more than a middle finger. “ come any closer and i will think about that restraining order again. ”

@klvdes​

[blakebtw]

‹ @klvdes​ / klyde c. ›

she doesn’t even know how long it’s been since the last two talked, but now wasn’t a bad time to catch up on what’s been going on in his life. all she heard and seen on his insta was cleo. which she assumed would have happened. she only wanted them to be happy. “klyde,” she said at first. “long time, no talk. how have you and cleo been?”