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@kayndie asked : “ am i dramatic? yes. is it justified? also yes. ”

HE’D BEEN CAREFULLY perched over his shoulder, not quite close enough to remind them both that he couldn’t feel her — and she couldn’t feel him — but just proximal enough that his mind could still remember what it was like to feel the echo of someone whose breath was close enough to brush you, even when their skin wasn’t. The video had been.... a little bit of a disaster, yeah. He could totally understand what her dramatics were all about.

“I mean, you’d said that this song was kinda Carrie’s passion project and she hadn’t taken anyone’s notes,” Reggie reminded her. “So yeah, I can tell that you didn’t make this dance! But if this is what Carrie wants, I don’t think you’re gonna convince her any other way.”

Still, his lips twisted up to the side when they got to one of the most unforgiving parts yet again: it was even worse the second time. He tried not to wince too hard, but he was sure he hadn’t actually succeeded in being subtle.

“You’re a stupid talented dancer,” he reminded Kayla, reaching past her and pressing the space bar on the computer to put them both out of their misery. “And all the other songs show that off. Just... I dunno... pretend this one didn’t happen, maybe.”

#kayndie #ii. ( verse ) — all that comes after #ii. ( arc ) — here we are now ; entertain us #ii. ( arc ) — with kayndie #ii. ( ic ) — inbox reply

"i was all kinds of fucked up a few weeks ago." KAYLA FOR CARRIE

critical role. / accepting. / @kayndie

❛ um, yeah. i know. i was there, kay. ❜

as if she hadn’t been the one who’d had to guide her across the house, kayla’s arm slung loosely across her shoulders as she all but carried the smaller girl, to find some place for her to lay down. kayla had ended up in the guest room, and seriously, it’s a miracle nothing ended up covered in vomit. carrie shoots her a look, eyebrows raised, as she places her hands on her hips. kayla should know by now that carrie wilson does not take no for an answer.

❛ and that’s so not an excuse. ❜ she’s already annoyed she had to wait so long before she could ask, but there was no way she was getting anywhere questioning her with the state kayla had been in for days after that party, and then dirty candy had booked a gig, so all of their focus had been on rehearsals, but she is not getting out of it now. ❛ yeah, you were fucked up, but that doesn’t mean everything you say was bullshit. especially when you’re talking about a boy. ❜

with a girlish grin, she drops onto kayla’s bed, bumping her shoulder against hers and kicking her feet in the air behind her in a picture perfect impression of a giddy teenage girl on the phone in a movie. she drops her chin into her hands, bright eyes shining with a curious sparkle.

❛ sooooooo — who’s reggie? and why’d you want to see him so bad when i was carrying you to bed? ❜ her smile sharpens almost imperceptibly as she tosses a lock of hair behind her shoulder faux-casually. ❛ and why’s this the first i’m hearing of him? ❜

#pahtterson #kayndie #( answered. )#( from prompt. )#* ˏˋ RE: CARRIE. / ic.#emetophobia //#i wrote thsi in class #:^)#hi

“me and my jacket are gonna head home.” also kay

pinky malinky. / accepting. / @kayndie

❛ kaaaaaaayyyyyy ...❜ she could drag this out all day.

lucky ( or unluckily, depending on how you look at it ) for kayla, she doesn’t — tanya just fixes her with puppy dog eyes instead.

❛ i was joking, c’mon, ❜ she says with an overdramatic pout, an arm reaching around to hook around her best friend’s, pulling her closer. her other hand reaches up to tug at the sleeve of kayla’s jacket — or if she’s being more specific, at the sleeve of reggie’s jacket. she grins, resting her head against kayla’s leather-covered shoulder with a bright grin. ❛ i think it’s sweet, kay. really, it’s really cute. ❜

she slides her hand down kayla’s arm to grab onto her fingers, lifting their arms into the air and twirling the other girl around, her grin widening as she watches kayla’s ( failing! ) attempts to hold in her smile. to anyone else, they might not notice it, but she’s like, totally fluent in kayla’s expressions at this point, and there’s nothing she can hide from her at this point. with a squeeze of the hand, she pulls her in closer, grin widening at the sight of the blush on her best friend’s cheeks. seeing her happy has been really, really nice.

even if the person making her happy doesn’t, like, really exist.

eh. the smile on her face is real, so who cares.

❛ come on, are you gonna tell me about the rest of your date or what? ❜ a thought occurring to her, she reaches down to pat the leather again, eyebrows raising. ❛ how’d you even end up wearing this? i thought it was like, ghost clothes. or do they just become regular clothes when they’re not wearing them? ❜

#kayndie #pahtterson #( answered. )#( from prompt. )#PLOT TWIST! I WROTE RAYLA #°ˏˋ☆ 02. / we get it ; we got it.

《 @kayndie 〈 kayla 〉 a meme 》

said: “maybe i should have stayed home.”

As soon as Ray had made the announcement about the gig-slash-party he’d set up for that night, Reggie knew he had to personally extend one very special invitation. After he told the guys about it and Luke went off to ‘discuss the setlist’ with Julie, Reggie was quick to follow. Luke may have had to disguise his trip to Loz Feliz High as purely business, but Reggie couldn’t have been more obvious in his intentions. He was haunting the halls in search of Kayla, because of course he saw the party as yet another opportunity to impress her. And even though he was certain Flynn would make sure every last one of the school’s inhabitants were aware of when and where Julie and The Phantoms ( tell your friends !!! ) would be playing -- Reggie wanted to make sure that Kayla knew that it was him who especially wanted her to be there.

It took him longer than it should have to find her, and not just because LFHS was gigantic, but it also definitely didn’t occur to him that he wasn’t on the lookout for a girl with purple hair until he heard her voice coming from an empty classroom and peeked in to see her out of her Dirty Candy getup. She looked different without the wig and glitter -- good different. Not that her stage look wasn’t a good one, but the way she looked now made his chest feel light and airy as opposed to how bristly and electric he felt when he’d seen her perform.

His lower lip stuck out in a sympathetic pout after she confessed her doubts to herself.

“Rough day?” Reggie piped up without warning. Perhaps someday one of Julie’s speeches on boundaries would stick -- but maybe this time his surprise arrival would prove to be a pleasant one. “I’ve got some news that might cheer you up.”

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One of the most appreciated perks of being a member of Dirty Candy -- for Ro, anyway -- was that at social events where she might otherwise have felt like a fish out of water, she felt more like a wolf traveling with the protection of her pack. She used to think parties would never be her thing, but once she realized how easy everything felt with her girls by her side, she started to accept more invites than she rejected.

The most fun parties, of course, were the ones thrown by Dirty Candy’s leader herself. Not only were Carrie and her girls the stars of the show, but Ro’s confidence was boosted even more in the familiar territory of the Wilson estate. The girls would always stay the night too, which meant none of them had to worry about driving home -- which meant that if Ro was on the lookout for Kayla she would most likely find her . . . Yup! Just as she thought.

Ro pushed her way through the crowd surrounding Carrie’s dining table and climbed her way up to where Kayla had been dancing. With a few graceful moves of her own, she managed to take each of Kayla’s hands and keep the two of them swaying to the rhythm of Say So that was resounding throughout the house.

“Hey -- !” When she noticed she hadn’t yelled loud enough to be heard over the music, she laughed before trying again, “I need you to jump in the pool with me! Like -- Right now!”

#kayndie #🍬 : 《 interactions 》#🖤 : 《 kayndie 〈 kayla 〉》

“looking at this makes me feel like i’m having a stroke.” FROM @ KAYNDIE

ten minute power hour. / accepting. / @kayndie

❛ oh, jeez, kayla, it’s not that bad! ❜

despite her words, julie has to bite down on her lip to avoid laughing as kayla’s phone screen is thrust into her face. the girl has taken to ambushing her in the halls ever since julie and the phantoms’ debut at the pep rally all those weeks ago, and while julie’s not exactly sure why, it’s definitely made for some interesting conversations at the least. while she’s never asked, she wonders occasionally if carrie knows she does this, or if it’s behind her back ( and once, grimly, her and flynn had considered it as some kind of weird plan concocted by carrie to knock julie off her game, but she couldn’t figure out how it would and also couldn’t really drop the hope that carrie wouldn’t do something so convoluted just to mess with her ).

she squints against the light of the other girl’s phone as she takes in the zoomed in photo from the latest phantoms gig, and glances back to kayla’s unimpressed face. trying and failing to hold back her amusement, she gestures vaguely towards the screen with an unhelpful laugh and a shrug, her fingers hovering in front of kayla’s judgmental zoom of the various chains and accessories clipped to luke’s jeans. there’s definitely a lot going on there, she’ll give her that.

❛ look, i don’t style him! and the boys are just — they’re really into ‘90s fashion. ❜ she considers the photo once more, her heart stuttering in her chest when she notices a butterfly charm that she’s ... pretty sure hadn’t been there the whole time. hoping kayla didn’t notice the flicker in her face, she gives her best casual shrug as she gestures back to the screen at literally anything else. ❛ i think they kinda suit him, y’know? ❜

#kayndie #pahtterson #( answered. )#( from prompt. )#kayla is me i am kayla #this is just our funniest plot . it just is #°ˏˋ☆ 03. / step into your greatness.

( @kayndie ) « con’t

WHEN SHE’D LET slip that she had a competition coming up in the next month, Reggie had taken note of it, knowing that he’d do whatever he needed to do — take the ghost bus through the 405 if he had to — in order to be there. In fact, he’d made certain to let Luke and Julie and Alex know that they couldn’t book a gig on the eighteenth of the next month, thanks, or else they’d be doing it without a bass. Luke had joked and called him whipped, but Reggie didn’t correct him. After all, the grin on Luke’s face said that he was happy for Reggie, despite teasing him, and the fact that Julie had written it onto her calendar as a no-go date for the band meant that they were respecting it, even if they got to tease him about it.

But, god, he’d never have expected her to be so goddamn GOOD. Every time he got to see her dance — but especially when he got to see her dance by herself — he was reminded that Kayla wasn’t just sorta good, or kinda good: she was INCREDIBLE. The blow-your-mind don’t-even-know-how-someone-could-be-that-good kinda incredible. Tonight was no different; she had left the room holding their collective breath as the music to her piece had finished before the audience had burst into thunderous applause. Even the girls competing clapped, knowing that they’d always been fighting for second place.

He couldn’t help but glow under her delighted gaze. He grinned, ducking his head before meeting her eyes again, and nodded. “I really, really, REALLY liked it,” he assured her. “REALLY liked it! You’re incredible! Like, my brain can’t even totally catch up with just how sick you are. You’re like the Michael Jordan of dancing. You’re like the.... like the DOLLY PARTON of dancing!” He sat down next to her gear bag, breathless from the performance, nearly as much as she was. “You’re just.... so fucking cool, you know? I can’t even believe it.”

#kayndie #ii. ( verse ) — all that comes after #ii. ( arc ) — here we are now ; entertain us #ii. ( arc ) — with kayndie

“boys are stupid and i love you.” FROM KAYNDIE

party starters. / accepting. / @kayndie

❛ amen! ❜ she shouts, one arm wrapping tightly around kayla’s waist as the other dramatically raises her already empty glass to the ceiling. she laughs, voice bright and loud, pressing a kiss to her best friend’s temple. there’s a buzz in the air and a thumping through her chest at the feeling of their bodies pressed together, but tanya’s pretty sure it’s just from the alcohol.

the heat blooming across her cheeks and in the pit of her chest is a little harder to justify to herself, though.

tanya drops her cup onto the table, freeing her hands to squish kayla’s cheeks between her hands excitedly. she’s probably going to bitch at her later for smudging her highlight, but tanya can’t bring herself to care when it makes her look so cute. she pulls their faces closer, her grin widening at the red brushing across kayla’s nose. it’s almost the same colour as the bright red staining tanya’s lips, and the thought pops a bubble in her chest, releasing something that her clouded mind can only describe as fuzzy.

❛ boys are stupid, and i love you! ❜ she repeats, like it’s sacred, and for a moment, it feels like the rest of their classmates crowding the room aren’t there. her lips meet their match as she presses a kiss to kayla’s rosy cheeks, before she slings her arms around her shoulder, resting her chin against the strap of kayla’s purple shirt. a goofy smile spreads across her features, fondness saturating her expression. ❛ d’you wanna tell me about the stupid boy? or do you wanna go jump in the pool outside and pretend boys don’t exist? i think they’re both valid options. ❜

#pahtterson #kayndie #( answered. )#( from prompt. )#°ˏˋ☆ 02. / we get it ; we got it.#GAYS!