#gemmajcmes

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simone & @gemmajcmes backstage at gemma's concert. ♡

[papijaramillo]

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he's never been one for modesty and he sure as hell not going to start now , hands are intertwined on his lap as he looks at the femme before him , one that he had been with many times before and for some reason kept on going back to . ❛ why are you so far away ?  ❜ he inquired with a quirk of his brow , as he lets ONYX HUES scan her frame from head to toe ❛ what did i do now ?  ❜

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nigel didn't really approach other people, especially people he wasn't very close to or familiar with, but once he spotted gemma at some high profile event he'd been forced by his manager to attend, he couldn't help but make his way over to her - albeit a little awkwardly. "hey.. you're gemma, right?" he asked once she had finished speaking with someone else. "sorry, i don't mean to intrude on you, but i just had to tell you that i've been a fan of you and your music for the longest time. ungodly hour is one of my favorite albums of all time."

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dontaz knocked back his sixth shot of the night, setting the small glass down on the table as his lips twisted into, trying to ignore the slight burning sensation that hit his chest and throat due to the alcohol. "you know," he started, not quite slurring but his words were loose and slow. "if we weren't such good friends, i would try to holler at you." dontaz had a policy of not sleeping with friends - close friends, that is. gemma's friendship was too precious to him to ever risk fooling around.

[elitisms]

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His team had begged him not to go, practically burying him in paperwork so that he couldn't leave his office. Because for someone whose entire personality revolved around how smart he was, going to see Gemma after Valentine's Day was a particularly dumb move. He couldn't even remember the last time he had spoken to her without it being a disaster. To be fair, Tomas could describe that about a lot of things in his life. What did say about himself that everything he touched went to shit? What did say about Gemma that their relationship was the only thing he thought was worth salvaging? He didn't have a decent answer. Maybe that was why he was waiting in Central Park in the freezing New York weather to see her. They had gone on walks there when they were kids so it seemed right to ask her again for old times sake. Another dumb move on his part.

"Thanks for coming," he said, still putting on a front despite the fact that his teeth were chattering. He didn't know why he was trying so hard or how he could be so angry with somebody he missed as much as Gemma. That she had been the one to leave and cause so much grief in the process, but he still carried so much guilt about what he had done in return. "I promise it won't be long. We're both busy people, I just think we might benefit from open communication." Tomas hated that he spoke to her as if they were having a casual business meeting, but he couldn't risk his emotions spilling out again. Instead, he started making his way down the path and hoped that Gemma would follow. "I heard about you and Paige. Are you alright?"