#pxlmtrecs

[brutclhonesty]

AVETT & LOUIS.

It was just a cup of coffee, what was the harm? Avett was the queen of rationalizing things, following her heart instead of her head which often led to heartbreak that was almost always her own fault. Still, as she walked into the upscale coffee shop that smelled of frosted baked goods and strong espresso, Avett hummed happily and bounced on her toes over to a familiar handsome profile. "If you buy that last cinnamon roll before I can, I'll turn around and leave right now," Avett greeted with a teasing smile, stepping over to stand in line beside him. "Thanks for texting to check up on me, I was worried when I lost you at the Met. I'm assuming everything was okay and Brooke isn't committed in a ward somewhere?" @pxlmtrecs

[elxctrics]

closed starter for : @pxlmtrecs {daisy}

location : laguna beach

"it like, totally sucks being poor. i miss the private beach club we used to go to in malibu right outside my house. doesn't the f.b.i have anything better to do than to like...seize the property? like isn't this country in trillions of dollars of debt? why does the measly fifty million my daddy owes them even matter in the grand scheme of things? now we have to sunbathe out here with the regulars." she siad with a pout of her lips, kicking her legs up in the air as she laid on her stomach against the towel, looking out towards the water. "should i do some charity work or something and bang one of those lifeguards that look like a failed hollister model from 2006? god, i'm so fucking bored."

[brutclhonesty]

even after years of promoting the descendants franchise, avett wasn't sure she'd ever be used to going to fancy events. venice had been a whole new level for her, and that entire trip had sort of been a cluster, so she was attending this charity gala with low expectations and the hope that it would be a little more lowkey. those hopes came crashing down around her when she stepped onto the carpet and the interviewer began his questions with one about her ex. "i really don't think we need to talk about that, it's in the past and tonight is about-" avett tried to gracefully steer away from the topic, until the interviewer smirked like the cheshire cat. "it might be in the past, but in the present, he's on this carpet," they remarked, while avett froze and turned to the direction they gestured in. "are you sure you don't have a comment? hunter! looks like we've tracked down someone for you to sit with," the relentless interviewer smirked as they pulled hunter from another group of vultures with cameras. avett stared incredulously, while trying her best to stay composed- which was never easy for someone who wore all her emotions on her face. @pxlmtrecs

[brutclhonesty]

"i'm telling you, having a fake girlfriend is great. gossip sites get their bullshit to spew, my agent is happy, & i don't have to make any effort at all," cade laughed as he leaned against the bar, playing catch up with his long time friend over some top shelf scotch. "plus, she's hot. you should get one," he suggested with a smirk. @pxlmtrecs

[brutclhonesty]

JESSE & DAISY.

"...and then I fell into someone's dress- frankly, the fact that it took up so many damn square inches was ridiculous- so when the lights came back on, my outfit was wrecked and so was theirs," Jesse finished with a wave of his arm, recounting his blackout stories with Daisy over lunch, the seaside restaurant decently empty for a Wednesday afternoon. "What trouble did you get up to when it all went dark?" They teased with a smirk. @pxlmtrecs

[brutclhonesty]

CADE & THEO.

after the met gala and the chaos that unfolded, cade had brought the storm back to los angeles; sullen and angry and hardly fun to be around. people on set were learning to simply avoid him at all costs, unless absolutely necessary, so when cade heard a knock at his dressing room door, he figured it was the last person he wanted to see- the person who thought things didn't apply to him, and apparently had no sense of loyalty to a friendship. "what the fuck do you want? if my radio silence hadn't made it clear, i have nothing to say to you," cade spoke up, laying on his couch with an ice pack over his forehead, thanks to the hangover from the night before. @pxlmtrecs

[brutclhonesty]

JESSE & DAISY.

no matter how busy they may be, jesse would always go big for birthdays- especially daisy's. he had been attempting to make a cake- seriously, who can screw up box cake mix- when she showed up at his door; for once, on time, which threw him off since she was usually as late as he was. "this isn't coke, it's flour, and i don't wanna talk about it," the young man muttered, throwing his arms around his friend and spinning her into his apartment with a laugh. "but happy birthday, flower. we're gonna postmates cupcakes and ignore the disaster that is my kitchen, what else do you wanna do to celebrate your arrival into the world?" jesse grinned, digging around on their entryway table for the small gift box he'd specifically set there so he'd remember where it was. @pxlmtrecs

[justwannaflex]

( starter for @pxlmtrecs | Daisy Calder )

" You again." Hazel forced a laugh when she spotted Daisy. It seemed that lately she kept running into the other woman everywhere she went. Which was kind of unsettling but the singer would not let it show. She had too much pride for that. " Careful or I might think you're stalking me and report you to the police. " Or have someone write a song about it. It could make for a great hit and even greater press. " But we both know you love handcuffs anyway. " Memories almost brought a blush on Hazel's face.