#naturallyamiable

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        a short bob of blonde hair was running around, laughter spilling past her lips as she looked behind her. she could see her mom’s bobbing head moving through the crowd. laughter spilled past her lips and she turned to take off again. but she collided with a stranger’s leg. light blue eyes stared up at the woman, her eyes widening and swallowing slightly. her mom told her to never talk to strangers, but she was supposed to apologize for bumping into her, right? 

            ❛ i-i’m sorry.  ❜

        it had started off as simple game of tag in the play area of the park. but sam had taken off  and moved farther away from the blonde. the hair stylist moved as fast as she could -- at least she was wearing tennis shoes, which were really the only pair of shoes that she owned. she was calling her name, scared that  she might lose her in the crowd. central park wasn’t normally this busy, but of course the moment she decided to run off course, that was the day that everyone wanted to do. but she definitely wasn’t as fit as she was before. her lungs were burning, trying to catch up to the six year old. 

            ❛ sam! get back over here!  ❜

        she was gasping for air when she finally caught up to her, her fingers moving to grab onto the young girls shoulders before crouched down. her eyes flicked over her daughter’s face, fingers moving through her blonde hair and brushing her smooth fingers against her cheek. 

          ❛ don’t you ever run off like that again, even if we are playing tag. got it? ❜

        she pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before she scooped up the girl and settled her on her hip. she flicked her hair from her forehead, and adjusted herself, still not looking at the woman who she had bumped into. 

         ❛ i’m sorry. she has a habit of not looking where she’s going -- i really hope she apologized to you -- ❜

        her eyebrows shot up when her eyes focused on the other woman’s face. the face that was far too familiar. her arms tightened around the girl in her arms. 

        ❛ gabriella ?  ❜

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  ❛ aunt gabriella, i told you that i’m fine. why d’you keep bugging me?  ❜

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‘d’you think we’ll ever find one?’

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†   ( naturallyamiable )

    ‘ no, wait. i’m good at these! does it       involve a midget and a block of ice? ‘

[gcldenthroat-archive-blog]

❝ Honestly, you shouldn’t even talk. ❞ personality swap lma O

i am not throwing away my shot || accepting

       she hadn’t meant to dump her lunch on the brunette, it just sort of happened. she slipped and the thing went flying and landed right on the brunette’s blouse. she had tried  to apologize, desperately tried to apologize. but the way the brunette snapped at her made her not want to apologize anymore.  but she wasn’t going to be rude. she couldn’t be rude. she reached over, trying to pluck a couple of french fries from her chest. 

       ❛ i am so  sorry, gabriella. i didn’t mean to – there’s just – the floor is slippery.  ❜

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@naturallyamiable gets a lyric starter ( wake me up before you go-go // wham! )

“You make the sun shine brighter than Doris Day.”

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        fingers  clutched onto the bag that was on her shoulder -- her binder with the map in the front cover held with her other arm as she desperately tried to figure out where her homeroom was. her mom had left and the principal had other things that he had to do. and from what she could tell, this school was huge. she wasn’t even sure where her bother had disappeared to -- but she knew they weren’t in a lot of the same classes. she was in a lot of upper level classes -- and almost those were too easy for her. she licked her lips and let out a soft breath of air, glancing around and spotting a brunette by one of the stair cases. she could do this. she had done it too many times before.  she sucked in a breath and moved toward her, her fingers gripping onto her binder before she cleared her throat to get her attention. 

        ❛ excuse me, but could you show me where darbus’s room is? i’m supposed to have her for home room but i can’t seem to find it.  ❜

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[headinthegame-blog]

‘ With all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong. ‘

i’m breaking my mother’s heart || accepting

      a soft breath of air fell past his lips, his tongue slipping over his lips and pulling his fingers through his mess of hair. it had been weeks since their big blow out. and things had been.. strange. quiet. which was a first around their place. they had been avoiding talking. making small conversations here and there. he fell asleep on the sofa most nights or at his teammates place -- mostly at jake’s because he couldn’t be there anymore. they weren’t them. they weren’t who they used to be. and he had enough. he had enough of her not trusting him.  but god, those words that came from her lips made his heart ache. because he wished that he could believe it. 

       ❛ you just don’t get it.  ❜

      but he couldn’t. not after finding out just how much she didn’t trust him. after finding out just how much of a mistake this whole thing was. how much of a mistake it was moving to california. he should have stayed in albuquerque. like he had planned his entire life. chad was right. he shouldn’t have followed the girl out of high school. he wanted things to turn back to normal. he wanted them to be a them again, and he had been trying so hard. so hard. but just some things weren’t meant to be. he swallowed thickly, ignoring the way that tears pooled in his eyes. because fuck,  this was going to be the hardest thing he had to do. 

      ❛ jake’s got an extra room -- and i think -- i think i’m gonna rent it from him. i just came ho-- here tonight to grab some more of my stuff. ❜

         he swallowed thickly, his hand moving to rub the back of his neck and pulling his hand away from her -- tearing his gaze away from hers. god, he hated this. he hated that he was doing this. something he never thought he’d have to do with her. but he needed to. they would be happier. they would be better off this way. troy shoves his hands into his pockets before he looks up at her again.

     ❛ i can’t force you to trust me, gabriella. i can’t force you to realize just how much i love you. i can’t -- i can’t keep arguing every single day. i can’t -- we can’t survive like this. i’m sorry, but i just -- i can’t. ❜

        it was his turn to run. it was his turn to do something for him and not for her. it was his turn to put himself first rather than put everyone else ahead of him. he spent the past three years with her, doing anything to keep her happy. he needed to see what life would be like without her. his head dropped before he cleared his throat, pinching the bridge of his nose and brushing past her to grab another bag to shove all of his clothes and shoes into. he was tired of talking. he was done with talking. 

       he just wanted his best friend. but he couldn’t get him. he couldn’t get him because he was in albuquerque. where he should have stayed. where he belonged. where things were easier. where he didn’t have to worry about her trusting him. where he wouldn’t have felt so much pain. he should have left the girl in high school. 

           but troy bolton didn’t always make the best decisions.