#julia starter

[moved3677]

"Come and share a drink with me."

[cheapxseats]

{ open to f/m/nb | based on honeysuckle kiss -  annie bosko }

      oh lord, julia was in trouble. the last thing she wanted right now was to settle down, but there was just something about the other that she couldn’t get out of her head. this wasn’t love. nope. couldn’t be. but if it wasn’t, it was certainly in danger of becoming it, and she was at the prime of her life. finally out of her helicopter parents’ control, her band just starting to gain fame, the last thing she needed was a serious relationship ripping all of that out of her hands.

        time to stop this in its tracks. “so… i’ve been thinking…” she said to the other, trying to sound as nonchalant as she possibly could, “maybe we’re better off as friends.”

[cheapxseats]

{ open to m/f/nb -- any kind of connection !!!! | based on throwback - james barker band  }

       “i say we have a throwback. i found a bunch of my parents’ old casettes, there’s a movie playing down at the old drive in.” she hadn’t even checked which movie it was. she’d just been told it was a classic, which was good enough for her.

[cheapxseats]

{ hey where we going today rocket girl | open to any kind of connection }

        “Have you ever been to Alberta?” Julia asked the other, her fingers finding the province on the map she’d laid out between them. “I have                                             ( liar liar pants on fire ) Wheat fields as far as you can see.” Truthfully, Julia had never left her hometown but she had a map hung on her wall and a bucket list of places that was at least ten pages long. Sometimes it was more fun to imagine what they had been like, had she been there, rather than long to hop on a plane.

[cheapxseats]

{ based on this -- open to m/f/nb }

          Late again. Julia honestly could not remember the last time she had actually shown up to anything any less than ten minutes later than she should have been there. But at least this time she felt she had a good excuse: she’d had quite the night but sneaking out of a stranger’s house was not as easy as it looked, and it had taken her more time than expected to figure out where the fuck she even was and how to get home. 

             A solid fifteen minutes after she was expected, Julia came barreling into the restaurant, still dressed in the same clothes she’d worn yesterday, hair half-hazardly brushed. She slid into her seat and took quick inventory of the people at the table. Across from her, her friend who had set the whole brunch thing up, and next to the friend, sat

                                    { oh fuck me }

her little one night stand who’s house she had just snuck out of. Anything she was about to say got stuck in her throat and her face turned ten shades of red.

         { wait no you already did }

[cheapxseats]

        So maybe she’d partied a little too hard the night before, done a few more tequila shots than she should have. Could anyone blame her, though? These record label parties were amazing -- all the free booze a girl could want -- and the novelty hadn’t worn off yet. She’d gone out for a walk in the hopes the fresh air would do her hungover self some good. Note to self: look up hangover home remedies asap.

           The scent of food hit her nose then. She didn’t know where it came from. Maybe a nearby restaurant or food truck or just someone walking by, but it hit her as the most unappetizing smell she had ever encountered. Her stomach turned painfully and she lurched forward and stumbled towards a -- fortunately --nearby garbage can. Her hands grasped the edges and all the tequila still in her system made its reappearance.

                                               { oh fuck me julia mariani class act huh }

[brightskiesandstars]

"What? What do you mean-? Oh crap! Fuck, of all the places why did he have to be here? Shit fuck, what do I do?"