#type: f2f

[socialclarington-blog]

F2F - HUNTGELINE

Hunter had slipped away from Quinn sometime during the dance in an attempt to go find Evangeline. At the moment, he wasn’t all too concerned with his title, which was rather new. He just wanted to find his friend and get a dance in with her, be able to talk to her for a bit without having to put on the front he did with almost everyone else in his life currently. Hunter always tended to feel more at ease around Evangeline despite their rivaling titles. The friendship came as an utter surprise to him and he would even find himself being one hundred percent himself with her. It was definitely something he wasn’t used to unless talking with Sebastian so he wasn’t all to sure what it meant from time to time. Finally spotting the girl, Hunter smiled to himself and walked up behind her. “Surprise, I’ve finally come for my dance.” He said in her ear with a grin tugging at his lips, his hand resting against the middle of her back. “I surely hope I can pull you away and keep your attention long enough so I can possibly get in more than one dance with you. It’s a simple request, Angel.” Hunter said with a teasing tone to his voice. 

[camhumm-blog]

take me down into your paradise

Cameron was blasting heavy bass pop songs in his pink earphones, which were settled on his head behind the tuft of pink bangs that were swept up with hair product. He was settled on his back on the couch behind the bleachers, eyes closed and lips drawing on a small joint. His legs were crossed at the knees and his feet moved to the beat in his clunky army boots. He was clearly lost in his own world, zoning out after a particularly hard fight at home with his dad. He wasn’t thinking about that now though, focused on the lyrics in the song. Take me down into your paradise, don’t be scared cause I’m your body type, just something that we wanna try, cause you and I, we’re cool for the summer.

[manhattanclarington-blog]

We Meet Again - F2F

Hunter was running late and he was in a slight panic, his alarm didn’t go off at the right time and he had slept in well over two hours. Luckily enough for him, it was the first time that something like this had happened to him so his bosses were being a bit lenient with him and just told him to hurry into work as quick as he could. Hunter got Felicity dressed as quick as possible and tied the little girl’s blonde hair up into a small ponytail. He grabbed her small backpack packed with her coloring books, a few toys, and some diapers and wipes. He figured he didn’t have much time to make Felicity something to eat, so he gave her a sippy cup full of grape juice for her to hold her over until he stopped by the cafe he saw every day on the way to work. Once parking outside of the cafe, Hunter got Felicity out of her car seat and carried her inside of the cafe. He stood in line and rocked the little girl on his hip, asking her what she’d like. Hunter looked up to read over the options when he stopped abruptly, recognizing someone he hadn’t seen in over five years. “Sebastian? Sebastian Smythe?” Hunter asked with a small smile tugging at his pink lips.

[chaoticzigmund]

FACE TO FACE

“Bitter isn’t a good look on you, Tor.” Tristan said with a hum when he came up to Tori’s locker, cocking an eyebrow at his best friend. “And before you contradict me, you’re glaring at Maya Matlin like you could set her aflame with just those brown eyes of yours.” Tristan finally looked over his shoulder at where Zig was talking to Maya in the middle of the hallway, smiling down at the blonde before the two were hugging. 

[armourkinney]

baptism | laura & [open]

The dark mud of the lake's bottom combined with shade from the overhanging trees made the water seem black and bottomless. Laura decided she liked it immediately, then remembered she wasn't supposed to like things. It's a small mistake, though-- one easily remedied with a quick slash to the inside of her left forearm. A small amount of blood falls to the dirt beneath her before the cut seals itself up, skin re-knitting without leaving a scar. 

Once healed she peels off her plain black shirt and dark jeans, folding them neatly and setting them on the rocky bank before wading into the water. It's not cold enough for the water to have frozen, but it's still chilled enough for goosebumps to rise on her nut-brown skin. Laura doesn't care, just wading deeper until the water is deeper than she is tall and she has to begin swimming, her strong arms and legs propelling her until she's nearly in the middle of the lake. 

Unfortunately, though, her attempt at relaxation is cut short when she hears a stirring in the forest. 

"Show yourself."