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QUENTIN !

—— the blond huffed, fists balling as he tried to breath. he shouldn’t have been this mad, but he WAS. and he couldn’t help it. ❛ how much could i have been in your system, bay ?? honestly !! i just don’t understand it. you think i’ve been able to get you out of my head ?? no, i haven’t, but i didn’t fucking KISS you. ❜ ‘i wanted to’, but he didn’t say that, he left that part out because it would only complicate things even more than they already were. ❛ that doesn’t help, you still did it … in front of EVERYONE. ❜ the anger seemed to die with that statement. all that came was regret and a void he couldn’t fill because he was scared. shaking his head, the blond stroked a shaky hand through his hair, ❛ just go … ❜

‘ do you REALLY think that anyone cared? ’ he questioned. his tone wasn’t sarcastic nor was it filled with malice -- he was simply curious. what was quentin so afraid of? ‘ and why would i be in your head? there is no reason for me to be there. ’ he replied with a shake of his head. ‘ no one in that cafe would’ve cared! do you know how many men kiss one another? a lot. ’ bay groaned, his gaze looking out toward the water. how he wished he could lose this ring and hop in. ‘ is that what you want from me? for me to LEAVE? be certain about your choice, quentin... ’

#qventin.

CORDELIA !

lia was in fits of laughter by the time he was done rambling about his wild night. composing herself enough to get out a sentence, she placed a hand on his shoulder, “ do you still have any of the pictures?? ”

shooting her a quick glare, bay pulled his phone from his pocket before going into his camera roll. oh neptune -- he SAVED them. with a blank expression, he passed the phone over to her, his gaze fixated on the wall before them. ‘ i regret everything. ’

#cordeliaclrke.

QUENTIN !

—— the stuttering only aggravated him more. one minute bay was all confident in the things he was saying and now ?? he was just a mess. it irked quentin for the sole reason of it being when the other was being confronted. if it was any other time, he would have been fine with it, but not now. not after that kiss and surely not after everything that has happened between the two of them in the past weeks. ❛ you needed to KISS me ?? ❜ he questioned, moving closer and backing the other up against the wall of the building. ❛ out of everything you could have done ?? slapped me, punched me, but you had to kiss me ?? ❜ there was heat to his voice as he slammed his hand against the wall beside bay’s head. he knew he probably startled bay and that made him hang his head and step back, rubbing his face. ❛ … i’m NOT gonna hit you. ❜ the male’s voice soft.

dropping his gaze, bay’s lower lip quivered slightly as the anger in the other’s tone raised. he had made yet ANOTHER mistake. although, a part of him did not regret it. ‘ i-it sounds stupid, i get that but i’m not kidding, ’ he began ‘ i needed to get you out of my system and if we’re going to let everything go here? i needed to know what it was like once more. ’ he shrugged. ‘ i’m tipsy -- if you’re scared of what the others think, then just tell them i was a drunk guy that couldn’t seem to control himself. ’ he whispered, cringing away from as his hand hit the wall. bay wanted to push the other back and run away from him right then and there. but moments later, he stepped back. nodding his head, he kept his gaze focused on his feet, scared that if he met the other’s gaze that it would only piss him off even more. ‘ o-oh, alright then. ’

#qventin.

QUENTIN !

—— quentin just shrugged at his words, knowing they were true, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. or well, show he cared. setting his book down ( AGAIN ), he looked upwards, raising a brow as if waiting for more words. but words didn’t come from bay, instead their lips were connected. and before he could even react to it, they were gone again. quentin hadn’t kissed back, there were too many people watching, too many eyes on him to judge his decisions. by now, the blond could feel the anger coursing through him. it was a dull ache, something he hadn’t felt in so long and he was totally positive at that moment that it wasn’t the anger … it was feelings. the harbored feelings that had slowly grown over the course of their friendship, but he was good at pushing them down, so he did. thus, only feeling anger. now everyone was staring at him as he stood from his seat practically running as he chased out after bay. when the door shut behind him, he directed his attention towards the figure, ❛ the HELL was that ?? ❜ he called out, arms out in the air, choking down the anger in his voice.

backing up against the wall, bay took deep breaths in attempts to regain his composure. what he had just done was not like him in the slightest. he was not someone who just went around kissing people, but he wanted to kiss quentin again so desperately. when the other male demanded some kind of response on him, he stammered and squeaked, attempting to get out a reply. ‘ i-i don’t... i-i don’t know, ’ he flushed ‘ i know that i shouldn’t have but i-if we’re ENDING everything on b-bad terms, i needed to get that off my chest, i’m s-sorry. ’ a frown presented itself on the male’s features. ‘ i-i, um, y-you can hit me if you feel that’s the best action right now? ’

#qventin.#ily shh

QUENTIN !

—— the very clear anger in bay’s voice made quentin chuckle. still, such a foreign sound in his own mouth, but his laughs were once directed at the other in a sweet way. not anymore as the chuckle was dry and filled with nothing, ❛ did i upset you ?? awh, how TERRIBLE. ❜ quentin was very used to being like this. more often than not, the horrible temper creeped it’s way through in the worst places. ❛ i don’t want to be ANYTHING now. ❜ he stated plainly, picking up his book again, eyes widening with sarcasm as he mocked, ❛ how WILD. ❜

the anger that filled bay could not be controlled. at least, not in the moment. he was still a little on the TIPSY side which had him all out of whack. standing from his seat, he stood before him, not sure of what it was that he was going to do. ‘ no, you haven’t upset me -- you only let me down. ’ he informed the blond. ‘ let’s go, bay. ’ the friend commented, tugging at his arm in the hopes of getting him to leave. muttering a ‘one moment’, he turned his attention back over to quentin. was he seriously about to do what he’s thinking? he was. ‘ this might be the alcohol but might also be because of me. ’ the words rushed out of him, before cupping the other’s face and pulling him into a final kiss. he expected to get punched -- and that was fine, he’d take a punch as long as he got to do this one last time before they weren’t ‘anything’. pulling back, he rushed towards the door not paying the other a single look more. he couldn’t bring himself to do it. ‘ i’m so sorry! ’ the friend practically shrieked chasing after the prince. ‘ you can kill me later! i have to go hula competition that i must attend -- very important that i be there. ’ bay called out, his face as red as a tomato, sliding into the little alleyway beside the shop. ‘ what did i do ... ’

#qventin.#so #i did a thing #as u can see

* &. PROMPT bay and roxane as rivals in a competition or contest. bay wins.

‘ oh c’mon, roxane! don’t be a SORE loser about it. swimming is my strongest suit, it’s like i was destined to win that competition. at least let me take you out for ice cream or something? ’

@notagainroxane

#notagainroxane.

QUENTIN !

—— choosing to ignore his friend like he did bay, quentin just nodded along to whatever they were saying, small hums coming from his mouth here and there as he turned to a new page of his book. when bay finally started speaking, it was only then that he looked up, setting his book face down on the page he was on. eyes shifting from the friend back to bay, ❛ if you have a hangover, you should be getting rest, not shouting about your OUT OF CONTROL night. ❜ quentin commented, ❛ i deleted them, so i can’t really block you if i don’t know your number. ❜ it was true, the blond had never memorized bay’s number because one, that was weird and two, he didn’t need to. they were always on good terms until now.

‘ so, you DELETED my number? ’ he questioned aloud, slowly nodding his head. ‘ what was it that you called us? friends? ’ his tone slightly sarcastic as he spoke. for some reason, knowing that quentin had the nerve to delete his number just caused his blood to boil. if anyone should’ve deleted numbers then he should’ve deleted quentin’s. ‘ doesn’t sound much like you want to be even that now -- crazy how things unfold, am i right? ’ a slight chuckle left his lips, his attention shifting back over to his friend who’s features were surprised at best. ‘ well, that was wild. ’

#qventin.#i caN'T BELIEVE

CLARA !

“that was a lot of information given to me in the span of just a few seconds. first things first, breathe!” clara giggled and took in deep breaths just in case he needed extra encouragement. “next, come to the realization that spinning a little out of control isn’t always a bad thing. when i was little i got so hyped up on the slushies my mom made us that i stripped naked and ran around the kingdom for a solid hour before the guards could catch me. granted i was like six, but still, wild can be good sometimes. as for the snapchat ordeal…. i may have a dozen or so saved that you sent me.”

nodding his head, the sucked in a couple of deep breaths then slowly exhaled. he certainly had the tendency to babble once he got talking. ‘ do you call 49 texts and snapchat sending while drunk NOT a bad thing? ’ he frowned. listening to the story, he couldn’t help but chuckle. he could never see clara running around naked and having to be caught by guards. ‘ i take it that your mom hasn’t made you many slushies since then, eh? ’ he teased. ‘ ... you didn’t ... ’

#stfu-clara.

BRENDON !

“Maybe, just maybe, and it’s just a thought I’m throwin’ out there, you can try NOT drinking.”

‘ that’s a HORRIBLE suggestion! what kind of friend are you? ’

#wthbrendon.

QUENTIN !

—— quentin huffed a laugh, it was stiff as he shook his head. he wasn’t eavesdropping per say since it was hard to not hear the other talking so loudly to his friend, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to just not listen. ❛ 49 fucking texts. ❜ the blond mumbled under his own breath, doing his best to block his view of bay ( hopefully vice versa ) with a book. not that he looked at the texts, he didn’t have the heart to, so he just deleted them. ❛ you should talk QUIETER. ❜ he finally spoke loud enough, still not looking up.

at this point in time, the prince REGRETTED every decision he made while drunk. why did he even allow himself to get so trashed? deep inside, he knew that he was using it as a way method to help him get over a certain someone. the voice of said ‘someone’ causing his entire body to tense up when they spoke. looking to his friend, bay’s eyes widened and his teeth sunk into his lower lip. he could not find his words. ‘ i’m sorry that he’s bothering you, ’ his friend commented turning their attention over to the blonde ‘ he’s still a little hungover. ’ they shrugged. groaning, he rested his head against the tabletop, his eyes falling shut wishing his friend would shut up. he did not want them to SPEAK to him -- only realize that was the person he had told them about. ‘ i’m up for coffee, how about you? ’ bay tried to offer the other but they refused. the prince’s unrequited crush was entertainment to the other and that pissed him off in the slightest way. ‘ you’re right -- sorry to have disturbed you. ’ his tone just above a whisper, now speaking to the blond male. he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. speaking to him and looking at him were two very different things. ‘ i’m also sorry for, um, spamming you last night; feel free to block me. ’

#qventin.

‘ so, listen -- things got a LITTLE carried away last night. and by a little? i do not mean that at all. i mean that things got overly carried away. someone needs to take my phone when i go out! i texted someone 49 times and sent snapchats to people. what did i even send them?! i danced on counter at the bar and let’s just say that the bartender was not complaining because of his view. i felt violated on so many levels but i felt too good to stop. HELP ME, i am out of control. ’

#fantasiastart #drunk!bay is just a fun guy ok #and here is hungover!bay #he regrets everything rn

last kiss?

‘ as of right now, q-quentin. maybe i’ll have to kiss someone else to get OVER that bridge. ’

#Anonymous

most + least favourite cousin and sibling?

‘ for the record, i love them ALL very much. evana is a little over the top at times. ’

#Anonymous

What's your biggest fear?

‘ DEATH -- because in death, you lose everyone. ’

#Anonymous

what's happening with you and quentin, loverboy?

‘ listen, i don’t know how much CLEARER i can make this to you guys, but he doesn’t want anything with me. he’s not interested in men, and although that is disappointing, i have to respect his choices in the end. right? ’

#Anonymous

fantasiaradio

HONESTY ASKS!

reblog for your muse to receive anonymous questions. for every one your muse gets, send one to another!

sirxusblack

#&. ▓▌┊ ❖ : — about. ❜#this is bay in most situations

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