#milascott

[melinda-mel-brown]

[Text] I heard Gemma won the date with you. How'd it go?

[Text] Great. We went up in a hot air balloon and saw the stars.

[Text] It was super romantic.

[lola--james]

"Why won’t you believe me?"

“Because it’s always been so obvious. I don’t understand how you couldn’t have seen just how madly in love with you he is”, she admitted, rolling her eyes at her oblivious friend. “Asher may be a brilliant actor but he’s done a truly awful job at covering his feelings for you, Mils”, she explained, staring at the blonde in an attempt to see what she was thinking and feeling.

“If you’re going to break his heart, it can wait okay? Just give him a few more days of being relatively happy before he’s completely crushed all over again. You were the reason he finally fixed himself after Lyssa so please, just give him a few days”.

She paused for a second, a hopeful smile teasing her lips. “But if you have any feelings for him at all, you should go over there right now and kiss the idiot”

[milascott]

The Bloom || Open Para

A standing ovation continued even as the cast went backstage. Mila felt like the sound was in sync with her racing heart, though she knew she couldn’t trust her senses right now. The high she felt after a great performance was greater than that of any drug or alcohol, and the adrenaline pumping through her made everything feel fast and slow at once, muddling her perception. She knew a few things with certainty, however; she’d been amazing tonight, the show had gone off without a hitch, and that she wished more than usual her parents had been here to see it. 

While they offered resources and expectations, her parents never offered their time. Mila liked to pretend it didn’t bother her, mostly because it infrequently did. But times like tonight - times where she’d really excelled at something - made her want someone to make proud. Instead she was reminded of events like her high school graduation. Everybody had someone cheering for them except for Mila. It’s why she learned to cheer for herself.

Trying to ignore negative thoughts, the blonde glanced around at the well-wishers from the audience that were joining the theatre members surrounding her, smiling as they celebrated. Everyone in the club had played a part in making the night successful, and she knew she’d been sending a lot of thank you notes with gifts over the next couple of weeks. One of the reasons theatre people tolerated how demanding she could be was because they knew she’d send free liquor and food hampers later. But only if they were nice to her, of course.

Spotting someone she wanted to talk to, Mila glanced around for some sort of robe. She knew one was around somewhere for her but the masses of people made it hard to find. After a few seconds she gave up on the thought. The costume of lingerie she was wearing made her feel sexy anyways. She quickly made her way to where she’d seen the familiar face, catching their eye moments later and waving excitedly. With a beaming grin, she closed the distance between them. “Was that amazing or was that amazing?” she asked, practically bouncing. “I told you it’d be the best show yet.”

[misslyssamonroe-blog]

Lyssa had snuck backstage as soon as the play was over. She knew it wasn’t really her place, nestled in between scattered groups of elated theatre kids, but it had been a tradition between her and Asher since even before they were dating. She’s meet him backstage after a performance, flowers and all, and they’d go out for ice cream. And she figured since they were giving this whole friendship things a try, old traditions might be a good place to start. 

However, Asher seemed to be otherwise occupied with all the post-show hubbub, and Lyssa felt like now, especially now, she held no claim over him to pull him away from all of it. So instead, she was stood awkwardly on the sidelines, flowers in hand, thinking back on the show she had just watched. 

It was... intense, in a word, seeing Asher act that way right in front of her, and with Mila no less. She knew the two were intimate, but there was a difference between knowing intellectually, and seeing it with her own eyes. It hurt. And she knew she shouldn’t feel that way. She knew that if she wanted to have a hope of any relationship with Asher moving forward, she would have to give up on all that. But it was so hard and sometimes she still wasn’t sure she could do it. 

Still, she refused to let Mila see her so affected and so when the other girl came over, she put on her brave face, and smiled through whatever residual pain she might be feeling. “Yeah. Yeah, it was amazing. You were great...” 

[melinda-mel-brown]

❊ both of them to accidentally fall right into a thorn bush.

“Oh come on Mila, you already got me in the stupid bikini, do you need me to pose?” Mel whined at Mila, wrapping arms around herself. She never should have bet Mila if she could get a number off that waitress. How was Mel supposed to know that she was dating some guy in Mila’s class. 

“Come on, you lost the bet. Now pose.” Mila teased and Mel sighed. She did a stupid pose in front of the house like she was told. “Oh that’s good. I’m going to get a better shot.” Mila said, backing up. Mel kept her pose until she noticed that Mila was going to far back. Mel ran after her as she saw Mila lose her footing. “Shit!” she exclaimed, pulling Mila against her, but it was too late, the momentum had already started. Within one second both girls ended up in a thorn bush. 

“Fuck!” Mel cried out, closing her eyes tight. “That’s it. If you think you’re not putting on that nurse outfit and helping get all these thorns out of my mostly naked body, you have another thing coming Mil.”