#mikachv

[brodie-b]

BRODIE BUCHANEN : moodboard

[brodie-b]

Boys Are From Jupiter

Brodie wasn’t smart. Brodie wasn’t observant. Hell, Brodie was sort of slow at times, especially when it came to girls. To him, girls were more like.. Dudes he had to be more careful with, or puppies that you feed and they get happy with you. Never did he expect to actually want to pay attention to a girl more than that.

And, of course, when he began to show interest, suddenly she vanishes from the face of the earth. Well, not really, they went to the same school. But tracking her down had been pretty difficult. She had been ignoring his texts for a while, about 3 days, which for them was probably a good full earth rotation. Didn’t pick up her phone, and even at lunch she was nowhere to be found. Who was feeding her? He always bought her lunch, so was she starving?

But, this was his chance as he could see her familiar flowing hair in the distance. Those beautiful brown blonde locks. “MIKA!” He called out, attempting to wave her down, but the way she glanced back for a moment than proceeded to rush off was more than enough for him to know she was avoiding him. “What the hell, Mika,” he muttered to himself as he laid his skateboard flat, proceeded to simply just skateboard down the school corridor hall to catch up to her.

[magixbooks]

Cafe Lovers || Damien and Mika || Past

Damien always had the privileged life. He lived in huge loft apartments when his parents took him and his brother out on business. He always had the money, the designer clothes and the luxury life style.  He supposed that it came as a privilege. Walking through the streets of New York, flipping through texts on his phone, the French playboy was getting hungry and he looked up. There was a cafe right up ahead and he picked up his pace, wanting a hot coffee and a chocolate cake. He strutted into the cafe and pocketed his phone. Damien looked rich and like a celebrity all the time. It ran in the family. 

Large shades covered his eyes. A Dolce and Gabbana leather jacket rested on his shoulders, a black Polo hoodie showed the collars of a blue plaid Gucci shirt and YSL skinny jeans. He was full designer and only shopped at designer stores.  Looking up at the menu, he hummed a bit. He popped his gum and stayed silently in line, whipping out his phone again to text. Finally when it was his turn, he looked up and made his way over to the till. “Hi~,” he said, playfully winking at the girl behind the counter. 

[jsohns-blog]

( sms ↬ j-son ) yo j-son boy, i saw you falling asleep in english— how was sleep?

{ text: MikaCHU → you don’t understand mika it was hella worth  }

{ text: MikaCHU → i don’t even get why we need that class what is grammar my life }

[brodie-b]

Fascism is a Cafeteria

(It took him longer than he planned to reach the cafeteria, but he wasn’t really one to rush. Of course he had to stop in the mens washroom to take a toke before heading down. Once he reaches the cafeteria, he grins to himself as he sees her standing there waiting, and quietly approaches her, covering her eyes with his hands.) Guess who, Mikachu?

(Lets go of her and just shoves his hands back into his jean pocket.) What am I buying you for lunch today?:

[brodie-b]

( sms ↬ bruh-die ) bro, if there are anything artsy in your life its gotta be me, xoxo.

[sms: Mikachu] I Mikachoo-choo-choose you. [sms: Mikachu] Why? Did you make something artsy today? [sms: Mikachu] Oh wait you have your face, that’s artsy everyday, ignore me. xo.