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@ofinnocxnce force yourself to do replies you have no muse for and i’ll hit you janine!
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the thing james hadn’t expect to face when the original plan popped into his mind was that, somehow, one night with rose would become two nights... and then two nights would become three and then turn into days and, maybe, possibly, end up turning into weeks ( or months, he had lost track ) of spending time with her. it was an issue; a major one at that because the truth was he never meant to get attached to the blonde girl — she was just some annoying journalist, writing bull ( or maybe not bull but hey, he’d rather not comment on that ) about him and his flings — and at this point, that was precisely what had happened, sadly. the ridiculous thing about it all is that he knows he should call it quits, he could stand his ground and stay away from her but it seemed nearly impossible to do so when he found himself reaching for her at the most random hours or calling her at the most inopportune moments or making up excuses and leaving his job to abide to her requests; it seemed nearly impossible when he kept asking her to come over to his place — and he was getting careless about who saw them, admittedly — even after being told to keep his distance. the worse part? it has come to a point where james would much rather push the lingering thoughts away, ignore how wrong it all was and focus on her. so, and in spite of the fact he shouldn’t, that’s what he does, why he reaches for her petite frame, wrapping an arm around her slender waist and drawing her closer to his body, his lips attaching to her jaw for a brief moment, ‘ will you leave if i tell you i’m not really in the mood for sex, right now? ’
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“so, you’re telling me that your friend does not want me? not even a little bit?” he asked, a confused look on his face as he heard the female’s words. “that makes no fucking sense!” kyle was never one to have a ‘crush’ but he actually had one for the girl’s friend. “ok i totally need a few drinks to wake up from the shock.”
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“he’s not usually like this, i promise.” and she is lying to the boy in front of her. she knew him from her high school days, they had never talked before this, both of them a bit too cool to go out of their way to talk to someone who wasn’t on their group. but now, a few years later the boy had just punched her boyfriend who was drunk and acting up, pulling on her hair once he thought she was looking at some random guy in the bar.
"And eating half a chocolate cake yourself was a good idea, because...?" Alex raised an eyebrow at the other male. He was a little amused, by the other's actions, though he didn't really envy how he must be feeling now. "Remember when you told me that drinking a bottle of Vodka myself was a bad idea? this is even worse." He added.
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"Well, if you would stand still the needles wouldn't bother you." Poppy told Mason and shook her head. Yes, she was using her to make the measurements she needed for a jumper. She was making it for herself, but she wanted a big, cuddly one. "And you look good in pink, stop complaining." She shook her head.
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| * ; imessage / baby 💕
jean: i bought your sister's christmas present before i bought yours
jean: and i find that weird as hell
jean: maybe it's because it has come to a point where i don't know what the hell to buy you
jean: am i a terrible girlfriend?
| &. imessage — alexa
bas: ok it's been days since we've talked and I guess I kind of owe you an apology
bas: I was a dick to you... I'm sorry