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“Y’know, I’m almost offended that you’re surprised to see me at a party.” Topher glanced over at the brunette and grinned at her. “It’s not like I live in the library -- that would be ridiculous, don’t you think?”
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“Y’know, I’m almost offended that you’re surprised to see me at a party.” Topher glanced over at the brunette and grinned at her. “It’s not like I live in the library -- that would be ridiculous, don’t you think?”
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Lazy Sunday mornings like these were the ones that Haley liked the most. The ones where she woke up next to Graham with her legs tangled with his. Her head on his chest and her arm wrapped around her waist. It was as simple as that. She had gotten used to it for the past ten months. They had met around a year ago and of that year, they had been together for ten months of that time. It was just easy with him.
Haley traced different patterns over his chest, while she looked at the wall opposite of the bed. “Babe?” She started and she lifted her head from his chest, so she could look at Graham. “Have you ever thought about moving in? I mean... Half of my stuff is already in your closet and spread around the apartment here.”
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Austen: I almost just told Eric that we're going on a date tonight.
Austen: We've gotta come up with some better excuse than tutoring, because one day he's going to realize that the science center closes at 8.
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“You sure you’re okay with Dante stayin’ for a week?” he questioned, his accent soft, mellow and honey sweet. He’d warned Delilah that he’d had a thing with Dante before he’d left the Marines, back in younger years. “Still lavish you with my attention.”
A bet. That was what had made him cross the crowded room to where the brunette was seated. He’d seen her around town here and there but he didn’t know much about her. What he did know was that she was sweet and innocent - not the type of girl Dominik went after. That was probably why his friends had bet him $100 that he couldn’t get in her pants. Well, he certainly wasn’t going to turn that down. Though he was sure this would be much more difficult than normal, but he was confident enough in his charm that he could make it happen. He approached her cautiously, waiting until she was alone before he made his move. "Hey," he greeted her with his best charming smile. "I'm Dominik. You're Makayla, right?" His usual tactic of hitting on girls was not going to work on her, he knew that much already. He would have to try something new and hope it worked.
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Stone: The last time we talked, we fought. I don't know if I'll ever see you again. I've left enough relationships in my life at shit level. Even if we never see each other again, I don't want those bad energies in the world.
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“At least you know who your parents were,” Graham muttered, before he downed yet another shot. He didn’t often like to think about his parents. No, he preferred to leave it behind him, where it could remain back in his dark and grimy past. Because thinking about his parents made him think about the orphanage, which then made him think about the gang. Which then led to an extreme need for as much alcohol as he could get his hands on. “I already told you that I didn’t want to talk about it. I don’t get why you keep trying to ask about them. I literally have nothing to tell you about them, because I don’t know anything.” That last part was a lie, at least. He knew what had happened to both his parents, but the thought alone was enough to feel his heart get wrenched inside his chest. “Stop asking me shit like that.”
Bri bit down on her lip when she heard his reply. She hadn’t meant to make him upset -- more than anyone, she knew how that felt. She told most people that her mothers had used a sperm bank instead of the truth -- it was easier, somehow, to tell people that than to see their faces when she told them she was adopted. “Sorry,” she said softly, looking down at her hands. “I didn’t mean to hit a sore spot.” She glanced back up at him. “And for the record -- I don’t. Know who my parents were. Are.”
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“Ever wanted to go to Russia?”