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#FUCKBOYSQUAD, once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy.
EVAN DEMETRIOU, ..."don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me, that you wrecked me, destroyed me. i am the only one who has the power to do that. i wrecked myself, i destroyed myself. and i will keep doing so for as long as i am breathing."
creative differences | tyler & andrea
He wouldn’t say the task he was given was his “dream project”. Although it was close to it. At heart, Tyler was a performer and any reason he was given to put on a performance of his own, he would take. The only problem was, he had to have a partner - someone he’d not gotten to know properly in his time here. Not that he though it’d be an issue, he was just afraid that they might clash over ideas or one - most likely Tyler - would try to take the lead on the whole project. From his small conversations with her though, Andrea seemed like a lovely girl and someone he could be at ease with. He began setting up the auditorium’s stage with several instruments, remembering that his partner played a various number. Unlike him, with his only talent being able to sing.. not greatly mind. Tyler pulled out some sheets of paper from his rucksack and a couple of pens, laying them out on the wooden surface. With his legs dangling over the side of the stage, he put pen to paper as he began to brainstorm ideas for their project, waiting for his partner to arrive.
english flowers | lennon & giselle
Lennon was in a quite a funk. It was summer and he had gotten inspiration after reading an excerpt from a book ( he hadn’t bothered to remember what it was called ) to make a video montage and he had so many ideas of what to capture and how to blend it together but he had absolutely no idea where to start. He had been going around London for a bit, skating along the sidewalks with his camera pole hovering above the ground to capture people walking. He had filmed an old man playing the saxophone in the underground. He went to the skate park, asking some secondary school kids if he could possibly film their tricks; but this wasn’t what he wanted. He had been about ready to get back to his dorm when he passed a flower shop.He had reached the end of street when he realized what he skated by so he turned around and went back. It was a small shop, independent and filled with flowers, even outside. He left his skateboard outside, propping against the wall, hearing the small little tinkering of the bells when the pushed open the door.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been in here, he had politely asked the man behind the counter if he could film along the aisles of flowers. So that’s what he’s been doing, going back and forth between them, camera high and camera low. Zooming in and using rule of thirds for certain plans. He didn’t know what he was going to do with this because something was missing but he didn’t know what. He was back in the first aisle, looking down at where his camera was, a concentrated look on his face that he didn’t notice someone was in front of him until he bumped right into them. “Oh shit,” he mumbled, making sure his camera was fine first and didn’t hit anything before he looked up to whoever it was he owned an apology to for not paying attention, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
helping hands || tabitha & sean
The second Tabitha slid into her car, she knew something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t apparent and totally obvious at first, which made her think that maybe she was being paranoid about nothing, but as she turned on the engine, she could have sworn there was a delay, even if it was a second slower than it usually was. The tires seemed to be running smoothly, and as she drove down the road, the blonde didn’t seem to have any trouble. That is, until the engine suddenly started making a loud noise. Tabitha had tried not to freak out, and she lessened the pressure she put on the gas pedal, figuring that maybe she was going to fast. But that didn’t work at all, and the noise kept going on, and she had half the mind to pull over when the engine completely stopped. Despite the circumstance, she was happy that there hadn’t been a lot of cars on the road, because that could have ended terribly for both her and her treasured convertible. Groaning loudly, the girl rummaged through her purse for her phone, Googling the nearest mechanic’s shop and giving the place a ring, nervously biting on her nails as she waited to be connected.
Take You Out || Bryan and Celine
Bryan would never say that he and Celine remained friends after the breakup. It didn’t really feel that way. Maybe they were and he just always felt so awkward or out of place whenever they talked or were in the same room. They never ended on a good note, and it didn’t even feel resolved. Either way, they never talked about it after it happened, not to his recollection and it would probably always stay that way. He really did love Celine, and he was happy to hear about her getting that internship at Bristol. He decided he would take her out so she could celebrate, and he could only hope she’d say yes, although he didn’t think she would decline. He would call her up and see what she thought about the idea, looking through a magazine as he sat on the couch in his dorm. He had just finished talking to his Mom, just to check up on Diana to see how she was doing. Most of the time Bryan and Celine were together, Diana was always there and she was sort of that one thing that seemed to make them being in the same room not as awkward, or tense as it would be if they were alone. He wondered what it would be like if they went out without her being there. He took a sip of the water he had placed on the coffee table, grabbed his phone and dialed Celine’s number. He had barely seen Milo around, now that he thought of him, and he wondered if he would be annoyed or upset about him calling Celine, probably. He was probably annoyed at the fact that they were roommates, but he couldn’t do anything about that, could he? Besides, all he wanted was Noah and Milo should know that, and honestly he had nothing to worry about. Bryan would never make a move on Celine, and even if he ended up being complete stupid and probably not in his right frame of mind, if he did make a move, Celine would probably punch him in the face before she even thought about allowing him to do anything.
Someone, I Admire Is Kanye West. No one should judge me.
- Flynn Costa
“And even if I never remember, I don't think I'd mind."
- this is about his parents k