#ldnhouseshare

[cassiexhenderson-blog]

“I’m so sorry I’m going home for New Year’s celebrations but I’ll be back to nurse your hangover in the morning. I promise,” Cassie said with a grin.

[caspiancarterr]

“So if I wanted to go to Thorpe Park today, would you want to come with me?” Caspian looked at the other hopefully. “I hate going on roller coasters alone. Pretty please?”

[jebreilspecter]

“Ya Ibn el Sharmouta-” Gabriel swore under his breath, glaring at the person in front of him. “Are you always this stupid? How hard is it to carry a cup of coffee without spilling it on somebody else?”

[caspiancarterr]

Caspian looked at the different cake choices, a basket in his hand full of every kind of junk food known to man. He’d been talking to himself for the last ten minutes. It didn’t occur to him to shut up, not registering that people were staring and giving him weird looks. “-or I could just get the chocolate kind. Does Ty like chocolate though? Course he does. Who doesn’t? Screw him if he doesn’t, it’s my birthday. Kind of want banana cake though. Banana cake is superior-” Cas looked at the person standing closest to him “-excuse me? Do you think banana cake or chocolate cake is better? Purely for research. I need an outsiders opinion, it’s an important decision.”

[liamreynolds-blog1]

“I don’t suppose you want to tell my boss that I am completely unhappy with working New Year’s Day, do you?” Liam questioned the other, though he wasn’t entirely serious. He loved his job and helping people but he still wanted time to spend with his own loved ones, instead of helping other people for once. “I do have a life outside of work. When will they begin to understand such a concept?”

[crystalsfox-blog]

“No, I'm not going home for Christmas. I wish people would stop fucking asking.”

[annyolsen-blog]

“Are you sure you’re feeling all right?” Anny looked out underneath of the light of the street light, concern creasing her brow despite the beers she’d already drank. The cigarette in her back pocket called to her, so much that her right hand hovered over it, but she held still despite it. “If you just want to go back in, I swear I won’t mind.”

[claudiamiddleton-blog]

Claudia had dragged the other into her room and forced them to stare across her walls at the many photos her, herself and her friends and her nights out that she’d fixed to the walls. “I want you to tell me if it’s lame,” she spoke in her usual, confident tone to them. “I don’t want a lame bedroom. But I like memories.”