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geminiy
v tired
After Lucas and his mother disappeared into the crowd, Elias turned to Jan and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The two made their way away from the overbearing crowd to a quiet table nestled in a grove of trees, Eli hopping up onto the table as he had been before.
“So, how’ve you been enjoying the fair so far? The festival is one of my favourite events that Hollywood Arts hosts every year. There’s something about the fall air and all the junk food and all the little excited kiddos.” Eli spoke excitedly, his voice lilting with energy. “I don’t know, there’s something so fun about it. It sorta reminds me of this one fair Gen, Ash, and I would all go to in New York. We’d carve pumpkins and go on carriage rides and ugh, it was just so much fun. California is nice and all, but it isn’t home.”
Eli leaned back so that he was laying back on the tabletop, looking up at the clouds floating by overhead. Part of him felt bad for not talking, but he knew that his smalltalk was useless and usually quite awkward. Elias had a habit of simply being, even in the presence of other people, falling silent as he took in the sights and sounds that the world offered him. Life was too short not to simply be every once in a while and Eli hoped Jan would share in that sentiment. Slowly, he looked over to Jan and noticed her shivering.
“Hey, are you cold?” Eli asked as he sat up, carefully shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders. Carefully, Elias swung the jacket around and lodged it around Jan’s shoulders, smiling warmly as he smoothed out the jacket with a few careful strokes. “There ya go. It isn’t super warm but it’ll keep the wind off ya. Plus, it comes preheated. You’re welcome.” Eli teased with a laugh as he laid back down, his attention turning back to the sky.
Eli was sufficiently lost in his own thoughts once again, eyes finding shapes in inconspicuous white specks floating across the blue blanket overhead. For a moment, Eli closed his eyes. Where would those same clouds be when he opened them again? Would they be gone from his vision or would they still be there? Maybe that’s why he had always been so fascinated with the sky. In a way, it was a perfect representation of everything that was life. Look away for a moment, let your guard down for a moment, and everything could change, though changes weren’t always bad.
“So,” Eli spoke softly, his eyes still closed and a soft smile on his lips, “what’s this I hear about some dark past. Is this the point in our friendship when you tell me that you’re actually an FBI agent or in some sort of witness protection program and that now, since I know, you have to kill me? Or is that more of a second or third hangout sort of revelation?”
When he looked over again, Eli had expected some sort of laugh or smile. Instead, Jan’s face was a picture of confusion or hurt or pain or maybe all of the above. To be fair, Eli wasn’t entirely certain if he knew what Jan was expressing, but he was certain that his joke hadn’t been bad enough to elicit such a response. Sitting up, Eli reached a hand out and grasped gently onto Jan’s shoulders.
“Hey, hey, it's okay. What’s going on?” Eli asked, though he wasn’t certain if he was going to get an answer.
coded by natasha.
geminiy
v tired
Charlie couldn’t help but laugh at Lin’s confidence in him winning the bet. She would never be caught admitting that she could, in fact, be in serious danger of winning their biggest bet yet. Theoretically, it was anyone’s game. Charlie had no intention of losing their little bet. Maybe if she wasn’t so stubborn, Charlie would have just called the whole thing off.
It would have been easy just to have called it quits and said the bet was off and actually plainly said what she was thinking instead of having to jump through every loophole she could find to say what was on her mind. But a few sweet moments and a handful of near kisses was not about to deter the Lin versus Charlie bet of a lifetime, nor would it change the fact that she refused to lose to Lindsay Kay. Besides, if dating Lin meant that she had to throw that competitive and playful nature out, she didn’t really want it. No, they were just gonna be rivals who, uh, smooched every once in a while. That wasn’t a bad thing.
“You’re awful confident that you’re gonna win, huh?” Charlie teased as the two walked towards the teacups, her hand still laced with Lin’s, his arm still around her shoulders. “Unfortunately, I’m not going to be giving any confessions today. I didn’t really have any plans of telling you how I felt anyways. So I guess you’re just gonna have to give in or wait six more hours until one past midnight. You can tap out at any time, you know, I get it. I’m all cute and shit, I totally understand if you can’t withstand the pressure of waiting.”
Charlie and Lin made their way to the lineup for the teacup ride. Pulling out her wallet, Charlie paid for their admission and dipped through the gated entrance and into the lineup, finally letting go of Lin’s hand. Looking up at him, her eyes flashed as her lips curled into a devious smirk.
“Sooooo,” Charlie began, crossing her arms over her chest and around George the Rastabanana, “I suppose now is an excellent time to tell you the teacup ride story of 2015. Picture it: little Charlie and her brothers are at a local charity fair. There, in the distance, is the pinnacle of all rides, the cream of the festival ride crop: the spinning teacups. So, I convince my brothers to come with me because my mom couldn’t do the whole spinny ride thing. We get on and the ride starts. Alex, my oldest brother, is teasing me about how we’re going too slow. So, we went absolutely crazy. So much spinning, my head was absolutely killing me. Unfortunately, the ride was cut short because some mechanism in the ride broke. Alex proceeds to get off the ride and puked all over his girlfriend. It was hilarious. But that was the last time I rode the spinning teacups which means that now I have to outdo myself.”
The line crawled up and soon enough, Charlie and Lin were first in line to enter the ride. After another round, the attendant opened the gate and the pair walked inside. Charlie scouted her options, looking for the best teacup. Pointing to one in the corner, Charlie’s devious smirk returned again.
“That one. Big Blue. That is our cup, Lin.” Charlie laughed as she walked across the platform to the teacup, hopping in and placing her hand on the wheel in the centre. “Oh how long it has been, spinny teacup friend. I am going to spin you like you have never been spun before and Lin is totally gonna puke all over you so I am sorry about that.”
Once Lin was seated, Charlie latched the door and drummed on the wheel as she waited for the ride to start. After the attendants checked the doors and each cup, the teacups lurched alive, their slow rotation beginning. Charlie wasted no time, grabbing onto the wheel and giving it a strong whip. Charlie’s fingers barely left the wheel, slamming down after each heavy turn to start a new one. Before she knew it, the teacup was spinning at record speed as she burst out laughing from the dizziness settling in her head.
Eventually, the ride began to slow before fully halting. Standing up, Charlie stumbled from the world spinning around her, clutching onto Lin’s arm as she giggled uncontrollably, the pair making their way down the stairs and out of the ride area.
“Dude, I think that was one of the best spins ever!” Charlie laughed, bracing herself on a fence so that her vision could stop swimming. “That totally woulda made Al spew, I can guarantee it. It is an excellent ride if it would make Alex puke, though I don’t really think that would be too difficult. Come on, I’m thirsty.”
Once Charlie was more stable on her feet, she made her way over to a food vendor and grabbed them slushies before finding them a tree to sit under. Crossing her legs and dropping to the ground, Charlie took a sip of her slushie as she leaned her back up against the tree behind her. The wind was cooling, tousling her already messy hair. Stretching her legs out so that they were laying over Lin’s, Charlie smiled.
“So, I have a question.” Charlie said rather seriously, taking another sip of her blue raspberry slushie. “Would you rather have your date puke all over you or would you rather kiss her and find out she has mono? This question is purely hypothetical as I am not going to puke nor do I have mono, but I truly am curious.”
coded by natasha.
sunshineysoul
queen of bright-moon
code by valen t.
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LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
It should have worked. It should have. And yet Amy, just like Gen had the other day, found reason to throw Dei’s apology back into his face. They acted like this was easy for him. Like stooping down to their level was easy for him. Kordei’s grin soured, and his teeth clamped down tight over the plastic straw. His eyes thinned down onto Amy as she basically recounted the very sin he was apologizing for-- wasn’t that the whole point of an apology?
Let it simmer, say sorry, and fucking. Get. Over it.
But Amy wouldn’t let things slide as simply as Kordei wished. Dei shouldn’t have sat there and listened to this. He shouldn’t have been forced to sit uncomfortably in a place he’d never wanted to come to in the first place. Yet, something about the cracks in Amy’s voice; The lone tear sinking down the side of her cheek; That teary quiver in her throat. It felt like an anvil weighing down onto Kordei’s chest, and for the first time since sleeping with Evie, he’d finally realized just how much--
--Just how much he’d hurt her.
Not because of how Evelyn jumped from him to Nathan. Not because of how Genevieve had shoved him into the locker. Not because he wished he’d have beat up Nate all those days ago. He realized it because in spite of what he’d done to her, Amy couldn’t even bring herself to hurt him back.
To fuck any of his enemies. Or trash his music. Or diss his appearance. Or any of the million other things he expected from his enemies. Kordei hadn’t thought about Amy because she didn’t see the same black and white world as him. She didn’t have the same enemy, and ally outlook on things that he did. He didn't become an enemy to Amy, he was simply just the man who'd hurt her.
She only wanted his respect, and he’d thrown that away the night he attacked her on Twitter.
"I am good enough you know. I am a damn good person, and I think I was a pretty fucking awesome girlfriend. So fuck you for that."
Kordei wanted to say it. For the first time in his life, he was actively trying to will himself and say it. “I’m sorry.” And yet for whatever reason, his vocal cords had a range of 5 octaves, but couldn’t mutter out a true apology.
Kordei sat frozen in the booth as the footsteps of Amy’s exit echoed inside of his skull. Like his voice, his body was frozen still, jaw clenched down in an internal fury.
For the first time in way too fucking long… Kordei Grant had realized that he was wrong. Wrong to abuse the sweetness of a girl like Amy, or blame Evie for picking the caring option when he couldn’t even communicate his feelings for her. He’d done wrong by two of the most important women in his life, and now he sat there, cold, alone, and with nothing.
A long sigh escaped the lips of Kordei, and a vibration in his pockets followed soon after.
Dei fought Kane?
How could he?
Press charges!
Kordei you fought Dei?
Who won?
His solemn expression shifted into a scowl at the Twitter messages, his grip cracking down onto his phone as it only added to his anger. Kordei spotted the brief notification of an Ellie message-- that was when he knew he needed to get out. He couldn’t face Ellie, not now, and certainly not about a fight with Kane.
The diner door closed violently behind him. He’d left his milkshake half drank, with a clean $100 tip beside his cash payment. His breathing was heavy, and irregular in spite of now being exposed to fresh air. The beating of his heart skipped, and jumped out of his chest, before the world suddenly came crashing around him.
What the fuck is going on..?
Let it simmer, say sorry, and fucking. Get. Over it.
But Amy wouldn’t let things slide as simply as Kordei wished. Dei shouldn’t have sat there and listened to this. He shouldn’t have been forced to sit uncomfortably in a place he’d never wanted to come to in the first place. Yet, something about the cracks in Amy’s voice; The lone tear sinking down the side of her cheek; That teary quiver in her throat. It felt like an anvil weighing down onto Kordei’s chest, and for the first time since sleeping with Evie, he’d finally realized just how much--
--Just how much he’d hurt her.
Not because of how Evelyn jumped from him to Nathan. Not because of how Genevieve had shoved him into the locker. Not because he wished he’d have beat up Nate all those days ago. He realized it because in spite of what he’d done to her, Amy couldn’t even bring herself to hurt him back.
To fuck any of his enemies. Or trash his music. Or diss his appearance. Or any of the million other things he expected from his enemies. Kordei hadn’t thought about Amy because she didn’t see the same black and white world as him. She didn’t have the same enemy, and ally outlook on things that he did. He didn't become an enemy to Amy, he was simply just the man who'd hurt her.
She only wanted his respect, and he’d thrown that away the night he attacked her on Twitter.
"I am good enough you know. I am a damn good person, and I think I was a pretty fucking awesome girlfriend. So fuck you for that."
Kordei wanted to say it. For the first time in his life, he was actively trying to will himself and say it. “I’m sorry.” And yet for whatever reason, his vocal cords had a range of 5 octaves, but couldn’t mutter out a true apology.
Kordei sat frozen in the booth as the footsteps of Amy’s exit echoed inside of his skull. Like his voice, his body was frozen still, jaw clenched down in an internal fury.
For the first time in way too fucking long… Kordei Grant had realized that he was wrong. Wrong to abuse the sweetness of a girl like Amy, or blame Evie for picking the caring option when he couldn’t even communicate his feelings for her. He’d done wrong by two of the most important women in his life, and now he sat there, cold, alone, and with nothing.
A long sigh escaped the lips of Kordei, and a vibration in his pockets followed soon after.
Dei fought Kane?
How could he?
Press charges!
Kordei you fought Dei?
Who won?
His solemn expression shifted into a scowl at the Twitter messages, his grip cracking down onto his phone as it only added to his anger. Kordei spotted the brief notification of an Ellie message-- that was when he knew he needed to get out. He couldn’t face Ellie, not now, and certainly not about a fight with Kane.
The diner door closed violently behind him. He’d left his milkshake half drank, with a clean $100 tip beside his cash payment. His breathing was heavy, and irregular in spite of now being exposed to fresh air. The beating of his heart skipped, and jumped out of his chest, before the world suddenly came crashing around him.
What the fuck is going on..?
fin
"all i do is finesse, man."
code by low fidelity.
Jordan smiled at Jules tripping up on her words. She never did that-- except when she was around him of course. The bold, and might Juliette Jameson couldn't think straight when he was there. It was a sign, really. She made him feel things that he'd never experienced before too. Even when they argued, Jordan couldn't quite get Jules' angel smile out of his head. He'd suppressed it too much, and he saw no real benefit in holding back from what he felt.
"Kai ditched me-" Jordan almost spat, but he didn't need Julie thinking she was his plan b for the fair. If anything, Kai's absence had only allowed been a matter of fate. He didn't just coincidentally stumble upon the kid Jules and Ava had wronged earlier. There was an omnipotent, big, white-bearded dude up in the sky pulling glowing yellow strings to get Jordan with Jules, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let him down when the pieces were now so perfectly in place.
"Change of plans. I'm hanging out with my absolute fav." Jordan smiled down at Juliette, and revealed a set of pearly white teeth when she'd accepted the stuffed unicorn.
Unlike the previous thousand times Juliette had asked the question, Jordan's smile didn't falter when asked if he'd changed his mind. He knew what she meant, and he knew, that she knew, that he knew. "Would I have called you my absolute fav if I didn't? That unicorn took some time to win, and I just gifted it to you. Says a lot, don't it?" Jordan feigned a questioning look, and glared playfully at Juliette through the corner of his eyes.
"I do change my mind, JJ. I put you on hold for way too long, and I ain't even think about how that must've made you feel."
Jordan stopped walking backwards with that. He stepped closer to Juliette, snaking one free hand over her shoulder, and the other in his pocket as he walked down the fairgrounds, positioned between her, and Ava. "I want to be your Romeo, Jules. S'long as neither of us has to die in act 5, aye?" Jordan joked his he leaned his head over by Juliette's.
"Ava, you gotta back me on this. You've been shipping us since like forever. We meant to be, aren't we?
"Kai ditched me-" Jordan almost spat, but he didn't need Julie thinking she was his plan b for the fair. If anything, Kai's absence had only allowed been a matter of fate. He didn't just coincidentally stumble upon the kid Jules and Ava had wronged earlier. There was an omnipotent, big, white-bearded dude up in the sky pulling glowing yellow strings to get Jordan with Jules, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let him down when the pieces were now so perfectly in place.
"Change of plans. I'm hanging out with my absolute fav." Jordan smiled down at Juliette, and revealed a set of pearly white teeth when she'd accepted the stuffed unicorn.
Unlike the previous thousand times Juliette had asked the question, Jordan's smile didn't falter when asked if he'd changed his mind. He knew what she meant, and he knew, that she knew, that he knew. "Would I have called you my absolute fav if I didn't? That unicorn took some time to win, and I just gifted it to you. Says a lot, don't it?" Jordan feigned a questioning look, and glared playfully at Juliette through the corner of his eyes.
"I do change my mind, JJ. I put you on hold for way too long, and I ain't even think about how that must've made you feel."
Jordan stopped walking backwards with that. He stepped closer to Juliette, snaking one free hand over her shoulder, and the other in his pocket as he walked down the fairgrounds, positioned between her, and Ava. "I want to be your Romeo, Jules. S'long as neither of us has to die in act 5, aye?" Jordan joked his he leaned his head over by Juliette's.
"Ava, you gotta back me on this. You've been shipping us since like forever. We meant to be, aren't we?
geminiy
v tired
Genevieve’s eyes must have been deceiving her. There was no way that anyone would be stupid enough to not get the hint that they were not welcome. After a terrible week, the last thing Gen wanted was to have to absolutely wreck this dumbass because he couldn’t take a goddamn hint. It was truly a disappointment. Gen had tried being nice, had tried ignoring his pitiful presence. Yet there he was, still standing there like a lost child begging for help.
“Petulant, you say?” Genevieve laughed, her voice velvety and soft. Her dark gaze was still on Minnie, a gentle smile still on her lips. “Dear Saint, begging for attention from people who clearly do not give a singular shit about you is far more petulant than my obvious kindness.”
Finally, Gen’s eyes dropped from Minnie’s face as she turned around to face Saint who, by the stupid look on his face and his bracing on the table, was obviously bothered by her. How flattering. Unfortunately, if Saint was still standing there causing problems, Gen hadn’t gotten under his skin enough. Abandoning Minnie’s side, Gen stepped up onto the picnic table’s bench, carefully sitting down on the table top. Crossing one long leg over the other, Gen clasped her hands together in her lap and looked over to Saint, her smile still on her glossed lips.
“I will stop trying to shoo you away because clearly your drug-fried brain can’t take the hint that you are not welcome.” Gen spoke sweetly, her voice calm and level. She wasn’t going to show any more anger, she wasn’t going to react. Instead, she was simply going to be calm and collected. “I am fully committing to the fact that you are not welcome. I am also fully committing to the fact that you are nothing more than a measly maggot who thinks I have anything to owe to you or your scummy ‘friend’, Kordei. And no, I don’t enjoy being a raging bitch or saying anything cruel, believe it or not, but when little dickwads like yourself can’t get the message, I am truly afraid that I have no choice. Clearly being nice doesn’t get into your lackluster brain so what other choice am I left with? And no, don’t bother saying ‘well, Gen, you should just apologize’ because I did nothing wrong. Therefore, I will not apologize.”
Gen fell quiet again as Saint spoke, carefully reaching into the bag slung off her shoulder and pulling out a compact and a container of her lip gloss. Flipping open the compact, Gen twisted the applicator out of the tube and carefully began applying the rosie substance to her lips, not missing the outer corners or her defined cupid’s bow. She listened to every word that Saint was saying, though it wasn’t possible to care any less about his ‘idea’ that she needed to apologize.
It was then Minnie’s turn to talk, taking Saint’s words and telling him exactly where to shove them. Gen wanted to take Minnie up on her offer to leave but there was no way in hell that Gen was going to be the one to walk away. On top of everything, Gen was fairly certain the little worm was going to follow them if they left. With a sigh, Gen popped her newly glossed lips and screwed the cap back onto her lip gloss, stowing everything away in her bag before closing her bag with a hefty zip. Gen turned to Saint, her face and posture relaxed.
“Look, clearly we aren’t getting anywhere. I am never going to apologize for reaming out someone who cheated. If you think cheating is okay, then I truly feel sorry for you as there must have been something that supported that idea in your mind. You are not going to change my mind and I am not going to change yours.” Gen explained, each word crisp and clear so that her meaning could not be confused. “You paid entry to get into this fair, as did I, and I would much prefer not to waste my money on hashing out a pointless argument. I’m certain you don’t want your money to go to waste either. So please, drop the tough guy act and leave this whole ‘argument’ alone because no stoner freak who thinks cheating on an innocent woman is okay is ever going to change my mind.”
Gen turned back to Minnie, hopping down off the table. Grabbing her hand, Gen turned to Saint and gave him a wave with her fingers.
“So long, Saint. I do hope we meet again under better circumsta….” Gen cut herself off, a brilliant smirk on her lips. Over Saint’s shoulder, Gen spotted the very topic of their conversation. Releasing Minnie’s hand with a reassuring squeeze.
“Ah, there is the man of the hour. Kordei Grant, how are you today? I do hope you’re enjoying the fall air, the festival always lifts spirits. When you get a chance, you should try the apple cider, it truly is delicious this year.” Gen greeted, walking up to Kordei with her hands in the pocket of her jacket. “In fact, I was enjoying a cup when your little servant here came up to me and demanded an ‘apology’ for our little conversation the other day. Are you so worried that you send a mindless buffoon after me to solve your problems? Come on, Kordei, I thought you were better than that! But, you’re here now. So please allow me to say that, as much as I enjoy lovely conversations with your mutt here, please call him off. I would hate to catch fleas from the little bitch. And the next time you have a problem, come talk to me yourself. I don’t hash my issues out with little nobodies if their masters can’t even approach my themselves.”
“Petulant, you say?” Genevieve laughed, her voice velvety and soft. Her dark gaze was still on Minnie, a gentle smile still on her lips. “Dear Saint, begging for attention from people who clearly do not give a singular shit about you is far more petulant than my obvious kindness.”
Finally, Gen’s eyes dropped from Minnie’s face as she turned around to face Saint who, by the stupid look on his face and his bracing on the table, was obviously bothered by her. How flattering. Unfortunately, if Saint was still standing there causing problems, Gen hadn’t gotten under his skin enough. Abandoning Minnie’s side, Gen stepped up onto the picnic table’s bench, carefully sitting down on the table top. Crossing one long leg over the other, Gen clasped her hands together in her lap and looked over to Saint, her smile still on her glossed lips.
“I will stop trying to shoo you away because clearly your drug-fried brain can’t take the hint that you are not welcome.” Gen spoke sweetly, her voice calm and level. She wasn’t going to show any more anger, she wasn’t going to react. Instead, she was simply going to be calm and collected. “I am fully committing to the fact that you are not welcome. I am also fully committing to the fact that you are nothing more than a measly maggot who thinks I have anything to owe to you or your scummy ‘friend’, Kordei. And no, I don’t enjoy being a raging bitch or saying anything cruel, believe it or not, but when little dickwads like yourself can’t get the message, I am truly afraid that I have no choice. Clearly being nice doesn’t get into your lackluster brain so what other choice am I left with? And no, don’t bother saying ‘well, Gen, you should just apologize’ because I did nothing wrong. Therefore, I will not apologize.”
Gen fell quiet again as Saint spoke, carefully reaching into the bag slung off her shoulder and pulling out a compact and a container of her lip gloss. Flipping open the compact, Gen twisted the applicator out of the tube and carefully began applying the rosie substance to her lips, not missing the outer corners or her defined cupid’s bow. She listened to every word that Saint was saying, though it wasn’t possible to care any less about his ‘idea’ that she needed to apologize.
It was then Minnie’s turn to talk, taking Saint’s words and telling him exactly where to shove them. Gen wanted to take Minnie up on her offer to leave but there was no way in hell that Gen was going to be the one to walk away. On top of everything, Gen was fairly certain the little worm was going to follow them if they left. With a sigh, Gen popped her newly glossed lips and screwed the cap back onto her lip gloss, stowing everything away in her bag before closing her bag with a hefty zip. Gen turned to Saint, her face and posture relaxed.
“Look, clearly we aren’t getting anywhere. I am never going to apologize for reaming out someone who cheated. If you think cheating is okay, then I truly feel sorry for you as there must have been something that supported that idea in your mind. You are not going to change my mind and I am not going to change yours.” Gen explained, each word crisp and clear so that her meaning could not be confused. “You paid entry to get into this fair, as did I, and I would much prefer not to waste my money on hashing out a pointless argument. I’m certain you don’t want your money to go to waste either. So please, drop the tough guy act and leave this whole ‘argument’ alone because no stoner freak who thinks cheating on an innocent woman is okay is ever going to change my mind.”
Gen turned back to Minnie, hopping down off the table. Grabbing her hand, Gen turned to Saint and gave him a wave with her fingers.
“So long, Saint. I do hope we meet again under better circumsta….” Gen cut herself off, a brilliant smirk on her lips. Over Saint’s shoulder, Gen spotted the very topic of their conversation. Releasing Minnie’s hand with a reassuring squeeze.
“Ah, there is the man of the hour. Kordei Grant, how are you today? I do hope you’re enjoying the fall air, the festival always lifts spirits. When you get a chance, you should try the apple cider, it truly is delicious this year.” Gen greeted, walking up to Kordei with her hands in the pocket of her jacket. “In fact, I was enjoying a cup when your little servant here came up to me and demanded an ‘apology’ for our little conversation the other day. Are you so worried that you send a mindless buffoon after me to solve your problems? Come on, Kordei, I thought you were better than that! But, you’re here now. So please allow me to say that, as much as I enjoy lovely conversations with your mutt here, please call him off. I would hate to catch fleas from the little bitch. And the next time you have a problem, come talk to me yourself. I don’t hash my issues out with little nobodies if their masters can’t even approach my themselves.”
location
the fair
mood
'this bitch ain't serious'
outfit
bad bitch contest, she's in first place
tags
saint
ohdittoh
minnie
sunshineysoul
kordei
fin
coded by natasha.
LowkeyLovingLoki
heartbeat on the high line
code by valen t.
Daniel Reaving
Thirty Thousand Club
coded by weldherwings.
Kitsune2202
One Thousand Club
Stella J. Bailey
coded by incandescent
Stella couldn't help but notice how nervous the girl was acting. Did she like one of the people here or something? She didn't know her so she higly doubt she was some distant secret admirer, which left Zeph or the other girl. At least if it was Zeph she'd be a better option for him then Ronnie. Though she could also just be a naturally shy or nervous person. She found it hard to believe though that people like that existed in this school. However all that went out the window once Naomi made herself very clear. Stella could also appreciate bluntness, no need to be shy when you want something go after it. Even if the radishes part seemed really odd.
She smiled as Zeph paid for her ticket and nodded, "Thanks, and yah I got you." She chimed. Listening to everyone responses it seemed they at least all agreed that rides would be fun even if they all said different rides, "Teacups? Interesting but ok." She didn't mind the teacups, but the thought of watching Zeph a 6 foot 2 guy climb into one? Was kinda hilarious. "I don't mind doing food, but I'll only have something light right now or I'd have the same problem and teacups would be out the window." She giggled. She looked back at Zeph who looked like a kid in a candy store with excitement about all the rides including of course the teacups. "Yah yah of course. I know you wanna ride all the rides after all. You just have to promise we'll make time to win a stuffed animal while we are here too." She hummed. She liked being able to bring home something like a souvenir from these kind of things.
His excitement was rather cute, so it's not like she could say no to a fact like that, and as far as first impressions go she liked Alex and Naomi. They seemed pretty chill and that was always a trait Stella could appreciate because it meant she wouldn't have to worry about any drama, and could just have fun. As they approached the sand Zeph jokingly asked Alex if she was going to pay which Stella couldn't help but chime in, "If you do it'll save me some money." She joked. Though she didn't care who paid for what they were all here together to have some fun. She bought her hot apple cider since Gen had spoken so highly of it, and it would satisfy her for now without putting actual heavy food in her stomach. Maybe she could pick off of Zeph's funnel cake if she was craving it afterwards. "Ahh Gen was right this is heavenly." She hummed before turning to the others, "Do you all wanna sit and eat, or walk and snack?" She was only asking since she knew there were a lot of things they wanted to do...well at least her and Zeph did. Naomi seemed to be satisficed with just munching the day away, and after the clear flirtation she'd given Alex earlier she supposed Alex wouldn't mind joining her.
She smiled as Zeph paid for her ticket and nodded, "Thanks, and yah I got you." She chimed. Listening to everyone responses it seemed they at least all agreed that rides would be fun even if they all said different rides, "Teacups? Interesting but ok." She didn't mind the teacups, but the thought of watching Zeph a 6 foot 2 guy climb into one? Was kinda hilarious. "I don't mind doing food, but I'll only have something light right now or I'd have the same problem and teacups would be out the window." She giggled. She looked back at Zeph who looked like a kid in a candy store with excitement about all the rides including of course the teacups. "Yah yah of course. I know you wanna ride all the rides after all. You just have to promise we'll make time to win a stuffed animal while we are here too." She hummed. She liked being able to bring home something like a souvenir from these kind of things.
His excitement was rather cute, so it's not like she could say no to a fact like that, and as far as first impressions go she liked Alex and Naomi. They seemed pretty chill and that was always a trait Stella could appreciate because it meant she wouldn't have to worry about any drama, and could just have fun. As they approached the sand Zeph jokingly asked Alex if she was going to pay which Stella couldn't help but chime in, "If you do it'll save me some money." She joked. Though she didn't care who paid for what they were all here together to have some fun. She bought her hot apple cider since Gen had spoken so highly of it, and it would satisfy her for now without putting actual heavy food in her stomach. Maybe she could pick off of Zeph's funnel cake if she was craving it afterwards. "Ahh Gen was right this is heavenly." She hummed before turning to the others, "Do you all wanna sit and eat, or walk and snack?" She was only asking since she knew there were a lot of things they wanted to do...well at least her and Zeph did. Naomi seemed to be satisficed with just munching the day away, and after the clear flirtation she'd given Alex earlier she supposed Alex wouldn't mind joining her.
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