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"Why would anybody like Friday the thirteenth?"
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savaages
"Why would anybody like Friday the thirteenth?"
a switch flips (metaphorically, of course) as she goes to kiss the boy — he’s not who she thought he was. in the mere seconds it takes to move in to his face and connect their lips, she notices that this boy’s nose is too pointed; his eyes are dark brown and his hair is much too curly.
he’s not adam. fuck.
she lingers there for a moment, admiring the taste of his mouth (piña colada? and maybe something else… honey?) before pulling away hurriedly.
❝ i… i’m real sorry, ❞ shit. fuck.i wish i just stayed home.
----"Uh hey.. it's uh.. it's nothing to be like.. ashamed or worried about or anything.. I mean who doesn't like being kissed by a pretty woman?" he said bashfully, kicking the ground a little bit and stuffing his hands into his pockets. His eyes shut and his head lowers- he starts whistling. Oh god, Ben, where does the time go? Where do you want the time to go? He's just thinking about that kiss. Those lips are what's on his mind, and he doesn't even know why. This is literally the first time they've met eachother, and... well- sad but true, it's probably Ben's second kiss in his entire life. Being a clone didn't mean much kisses.. especially if the original was 10 times better than you were. "You.. um.." he swallowed. "--taste good, what is that?" CHRIST, Ben, what are you doing? He tried to get himself out of the doghouse, but threw himself further in.
>3<
——”Wow.. how unexpected was that, huh?” Ben asked, lowering his head and smiling. He wouldn’t admit it, but the flush on his face was becoming apparent. He lifted his hand and held his cheek, turning his head away. Soon, he licked his lips, just slightly savoring that taste that was on his mouth mere moments before. "You uh… so um, my name is Ben Reilly.”
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"--Well... if anyone asks, I did not hit that lamp post with my car. You can keep a secret, right?"
"-- It's not like that."
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" alright, hot shot; prove it. "
savaages said: cries bc i am secretly crushing on all of your muses and just !!!
=O wuuuuuuuuut. omg c'mere lemme smush my face against your face !!!!
savaages
"--I'm thinking of getting an eyebrow piercing. Or would that be too punk for my image?"
Nick used to play goth. That was a long time ago, though, back in the nineties when he got his ass kicked on a daily basis. He's grown up now, or he likes to think he is; he long ago abandoned the goth image, and isn't sure what he's going for now.