#shesdancingalone

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SOML reminds me of my friends now.

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Guess what I'm FINALLY doing?

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Getting reaallllyyyy excited about Mac Miller with Jess!!!

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I'm turning into Jess, I paint my nails for every occasion now.

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Hey guess what?

I'm writing.

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Listening to some Ke$ha, getting inspired to write. What?

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One-shot for shes-dancing-alone:

“Kaela!” You hear a familiar voice call from downstairs.

 “Courfeyrac, it’s the middle of the night!” You shout back. 

“But I love you.” He slurs from outside your bedroom door.

“You’re drunk, Courf” You sigh. You’re pretty disappointed. You’ve been together for a month now, but he’s never used the ‘L’ word, until now. And he’s drunk out of his mind. So much for it being special. “Say it back.” He giggles.

 You sigh again. “I love you too.” You say softly. Because you do. You love him with all your heart. But you love the real Coufeyrac, the sober one, not this stumbling shadow of the real man.

 “Good, because I really don’t want to fake drunk anymore.” He says, grinning as he throws his arms around you.

“Excuse me?!” You exclaim, shoving him back. He looks at you sheepishly.

“I figured if I was drunk it wouldn’t be as embarrassing if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“You are quite possibly the stupidest person I’ve ever met.”

“Hey! At least those acting classes you’re forcing me to take are paying off!”

“You’re an idiot.” You say as you pull him in and kiss him deeply, smiling against his mouth as he tangles his fingers in your long blonde hair.

“Kaela. I love you more than life itself.” He whispers into your ear. He shuts the heavy oak door and pulls you deeper into the room. You’re too caught up in his green eyes to even notice. All you feel is bliss.

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