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"I don’t know what to tell you. It’s a boring fucking town. All the real happens in the city, but I guess that depends who your talking to."

brynn-adler

Unfortunately for me, I was kind of hoping not to go back into the city, so I’m stuck trying to find my entertainment here.

thechristophergrey

"Are you mad? Why would you ever hope not to go back into the city? I guess if you were bored enough here you could unabashedly bawl your eyes out."

brynn-adler

So what’s there to do around here on Friday night?

brynn-adler

thechristophergrey

"I don't know what to tell you. It's a boring fucking town. All the real happens in the city, but I guess that depends who your talking to."

thechristophergrey

"Oh come on, they were a piece of cake."

p-arkersullivan

Okay, Einstein. Brag all you want about your massive mind and astounding intellect.

thechristophergrey

"I'm glad to see that you agree. Massive mind and astounding intellect; couldn't have said it better myself. "

ameliaroth-blog

Oh, sweetie. Who are you to lecture me about connections and talent? I like to keep all my records pristine, and if you don’t mind, I’m wasting valuable time speaking to you. That I should write down.

thechristophergrey

"I'm none other than Christopher Grey, but you already know that. With a brain like this, I don't have to strain and struggle through school, it just comes naturally."

thechristophergrey

"I guess not everyone is guaranteed a bright promising future. Like watching Hyenas scream about from my lion’d den. "

ameliaroth-blog

And you are? Pray I don’t devour you myself, Grey.

thechristophergrey

"Of course. My future is secure, and I'm amazing at school work. But if you think an A+ is going to save you, your disillusioned. It's all about connections and talent..You should be writing this down."

p-arkersullivan

I have 98 problems, and these fucking finals are all of them. The last two were due last week.

thechristophergrey

"Oh come on, they were a piece of cake."

thechristophergrey

"What’s all this panic about schoolwork for?"

ameliaroth-blog

What’s it for is report cards bearing promises of Yale and NYU. Although that varies, depending on who you’re talking to.

thechristophergrey

"I guess not everyone is guaranteed a bright promising future. Like watching Hyenas scream about from my lion'd den. "

ettafck

Study Buddies → Sutton & Christopher

Sutton scratched her head as she read an email from her history teacher. He had paired people up for the semester one projects and had just sent out the partners. The girl scrolled mindlessly through the list, waiting for her name to jump at her. At the very bottom of the page, her name was listed right beside “Christopher Grey.” Sutton shrugged to herself. He wasn’t that bad, she could have had a worse partner.

Quickly she sent Christopher a text to tell him they were partners, and suggest they meet at the library to start. When she got his confirmatory response, she quickly put her messy curls into a ponytail, slid a scarf around her long sleeve tee, and decided to go as she was: sweats and all. Luckily she had had the foresight to put on some makeup when she woke up, as she planned to be spending time at the bakery that morning.

The tiny blonde silently cursed the harsh New York wind as she made her was from Filmore Hall to the library, her cheeks and nose turning a bright red. She laughed to herself and began singing “Sutton, the Red-Nosed Blonde Girl.” It was a pretty stellar remix. When she arrived at the library, Christopher wasn’t there yet. Instead of waiting for her partner outside, Sutton chose the warmth of the library and got a head start on picking out research materials, her arms full with books.

thechristophergrey

Christopher made a face at the suit in front of him. "Are you kidding me? What is this?" He turned in the mirror in shock with the quality of the new light blue Gucci signoria suit. Nobody told him that it would be wool. Christopher hated wool. He looked in the mirror with disgust, noticing the biggest factor, which was the shortness of the pants. "Is this what Gucci is coming too? A fucking horrible hipster trend of showing a little ankle?"

Christopher was in a fashion studio in New York City. He visited the city quite often by train, or the occasional jet when he was really moody. Perks of having his parents in the fashion business is that he could have whatever clothes he wanted. He got access to the latest designs before most, and this was something Christopher took advantage of. Before heading back to school, the blonde was going to pick up a new suit, being that his previous was laying in the trash covered in coffee.

The phone vibrated with a message from a classmate named Sutton. Christopher read the message and responded with a short "Fine" reply. He mentioned nothing about the fact that he was a good 3 hours away. Nigel, a friend of Christopher's parents, and the person who usually deals with the boy's fashion affairs rummaged through the racks for another piece. "Now you've really done it Nigel, you've set up my day for disappointment. I was happy as bird before I walked in those doors.." Christopher said. Nigel rolled his eyes, "Yes, because your such a joy the rest of the time. Blame me for all your problems.." he handed Christopher a simple black Prada suit, "..You'll thank me one day, you will." he added.

Later on, about 30 minutes later, Christopher was freshly draped in high end clothes and boarding the train back to school. He sat down in his seat, shoving his hands into his pockets with somewhat of an attitude. He was not interested in going back to school early, and would have much rather stayed in the city messing about. The train started to move shortly.

#para

"What's all this panic about schoolwork for?"

thechristophergrey

occ// Come to me if you want to para. Don’t be afraid, just pop a message in my ask. Lets liven up this dash, yeah?

wild-dani-blog

ooc: Open up your ask sweet beans :p

thechristophergrey

ooc// Well that was embarrassing. It's open now.

occ// Come to me if you want to para. Don't be afraid, just pop a message in my ask. Lets liven up this dash, yeah?

theinsanenarcissist

thechristophergrey

"Have you ever heard of Adivan? I would talk to your doctor about that. Because bloody hell, you need one."

wild-dani-blog

And the only way you would ever shove that down my throat would be if you phisically beat me till I’m unconcious. Bet you’d love that too. Wouldn’t you..Chris. A slow beating to my face. Hearing my screams. Mm, such a turn on too.