#parisjeong

[trismp4]

(     ───      ) 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎 + 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 .

𝐰𝐡𝐨 : paris , @parisjeong . 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the mall .

tristan was a pretty simple person when it came to what he wore but when it came to his favorite types of shoes or if he was in any skate shop . . . he couldn't really control himself . it was moments like those he 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 he allowed himself the pleasure of milking his families money for what it was worth . ⏤ coming out of a shoe store , tristan had managed to get a new pair of nike sb pogo's that he'd been eyeing . along with a couple random pairs of socks . his next goal was getting a soft pretzel . ( was there really any other reason to go to the mall than the soft pretzels ? ) might as well 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 shop otherwise . stopping in his tracks when he came across the familiar figure . tristan smiled , playing nice . . . if that was even the right word for it . ❛ looks like we're just doomed to forever run into each other . ❜ he spoke easily .

[libcrtine]

(   ❝ 𝓭.   //   starter for @parisjeong   )

"so, i have this new idea in mind for you that you're going to absolutely love." dontaz pulled out his sketchbook, flipping through the pages until he found what he was looking for. he flipped it over so that paris could see it properly, his finger pressing against the page. "it's form fitting at the top and gets looser and more flowy towards the bottom. i haven't colored it in yet, but i was thinking of a soft, powder pink. it'd look perfect on you. and it's good for the summer too. we'll save the warmer colors for fall and winter."

[nephoetisms]

「 ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @parisjeong 」

"Great.. Just fucking great."

Angelina had found herself in the bathroom at the gala not too long after the event had even began. She had just gotten away from the flashing cameras and shouting photographers when the feeling of a draft grazed her backside, which immediately had her gunning for the bathroom - where she was looking at her back over her shoulder through the large mirror on the wall.

"Fuck.."

She reached behind her, trying to grab onto the zipper, but to no avail. "Why fuckin' me.." She groaned, before immediately straightening up when the doors swung open. "Paris," relief was apparent in her tone when she recognized the other woman. "Please?" She asked, her voice practically defeated as she turned her back to her, showing her the predicament she was currently in.

[nephoetisms]

「 ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ @parisjeong 」

His friendship with Paris was a little bit of a complicated one. They'd been set up on a date by mutual friends, and while they enjoyed each other's presence, they both knew nothing would come of it, so they decided to just stay as friends. However, that didn't stop their fans from clinging onto those pictures that were taken of them at a restaurant on their date. They swarmed the internet, and it was a hot topic in tabloids. So hot that their PR teams had suggested they play into it for more publicity on both their parts.

Semaj didn't like lying to his fans, or pretending to be something that he wasn't, but he knew that he didn't really have a choice in the matter. Which was why he went along with it for the time being.

"So.." He trailed off as they sat in the backseat of a luxury car, Semaj's driver transporting them to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city. "How are we going to do this? I've never pretended to be in a relationship with someone before."

[carradas]

if got to ask anyone you knew one question and they had to answer it honestly, who would you ask and what would your question be?

       there's  a  brief  moment  .  indiscernable  , almost  too  easily  smoothed  over  by  her  .  tucks  a  lock  of  hair  behind  ear  ,  goes  back  to  tending  to  the  small  candles  in  little  metal  jars  ,  pressing  hand  drawn  labels  onto  them  .  "  if  i  wanted  questions  answered  ,  had  questions  i  NEEDED  answered  ...  i'd  get  them  answered  .  no  need  for  some  silly  little  game  .  "

       smooths  out  bubbles  on  the  metal  container  ,  mind  not  the  name  .   better  luck  next  time  .  small  hearts  embossed  onto  the  label  .  (  reminds  you  of  her  old  perfume  :  laughter  ,  smiles  ,  and  shared  secrets  that  you  swore  you'd  never  give  up  .  regret  bubbles  up  your  throat  ,  but  you  swallow  it  down  as  soon  as  it  comes  .  )  "  what  a  stupid  question  .  " ** / @parisjeong !!