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they spend a lot of time together, he and wren do. one might say they’re caught up in the honeymoon phase, and that’d be completely correct. they were so invested in one another, completely doting back and forth. charlie never wanted it to end. with how things have been lately, and how his depressive episode has been weighing him down, he felt blessed to have wren, and his absolute support. it made him dote more. charlie wanted something good and it seemed it’s what they were getting. they were both adamant on having something stable, and healthy. filled with love and support. there was no fighting, no hurting. no fights and no weeping. he hadn’t been used to this but he was happy he had it. the thumb running across his hand made him smiling, chewing the piece of bread as he spoke, and his eyes rolled at the comment. but the next words sent a wave of panic through his body. he was just thinking about how well this was going, and now wren wanted to ask him something. something that deserved a special lunch. maybe because this were on such an up-and-up, it would only be fair to have such a crash and burn type of situation where wren bring out some big question to send charlie into shock. charlie slides his hand out of wrens grip to sit back, laughing anways, even if his shoulders were beginning to grow tense. “ a little early to pop the question, don’t you think? “ while that was the last scenario on his mind, he still went through a list of big questions wren could possibly ask. charlie tried to ease his mind, adjusting in his seat and taking the glass of champagne. “ but i’m listening, “ he takes a long sip, feeling the bubbles go down his throat. he might need a lot more to get through this conversation.

a bubble of doubt forms the moment that charlie pulls away from his grasp, the grounding touch disappearing only moments after it had been granted. and a part of wren felt petulant, childish at the fact that he wanted to grab charlie’s hand again; he was nervous, extremely so -- he didn’t know if the other boy was going to deign to accept his offer, and the reassurance of the contact had been quelling the anxiety that had been riddling him for not only the car ride here, but for the past couple of weeks as well. but he hides it well, using his now empty hand to card his fingers through his blond hair, and to allow charlie idle time to prepare himself. he reckoned it was his own fault -- he knew that charlie could overthink things, almost perceptibly so. he might as well have had a kind of inkling when he was doing so, the cogs of his mind turning practically something that wren could hear once it started. so he laughs along with him, a soft chuckle burgeoning with the worry that had now began to bloom throughout his being, and tries to hamper it so that he’ll be able to say what had been unwaveringly on his mind. ‘ yeah, definitely -- but no, it’s nothing that drastic. ’ wren represses the urge to say that he’d hardly propose when they haven’t even said those three words to each other, but he digresses so that he can focus on what he has to ask the boy across from him. ‘ so ... you obviously know that i’m not originally from here. here meaning california. ’ he cringes slightly, but he powers through his slight ramblings. he could do this. wren would be damned before he allowed his nerves to get in the way of something this important, this special to him. ‘ and i’ve been talking to my parents a lot, and they can tell how much ... how much happier i’ve been. they want me to come home, to paris. i haven’t visited since the winter holiday and they really miss me, and i, them. but they said i could only come on one condition. ’ his following smile is partially caused by the way he managed to recover smoothly from his earlier fumble, and the truth of the words he speaks next. ‘ they said i have to invite the person that’s been responsible for causing such a difference in my mood. ’ he rests his chin in his hand, wishing that he was holding charlie’s instead. ‘ so, i was wondering -- charlie baudo, will you come to paris with me ? ’

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. charlie.

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mackenzics:

the idea that she should have bought a lemonade or water to sip on while she talked came late as she watched him fiddle with his lid. if she ever tried explaining herself there’d be no guarantee he’d understand. mackenzie shifted uncomfortably in her seat as he spoke of his boyfriend. she’d asked the questions but never cared for the answers he gave. opening an all too familiar door. “that’s nice… i’m – i’m glad you’ve found that.” she replied, her genuine comment filled with cracks. his question left her in more silence as she picked at a napkin on the table. the nerves taking control while she figured out a way to piece together her response. “no… no. i haven’t heard from you or seen you in awhile. i wanted to try and catch up. i don’t know…” her tone and the ‘i don’t know’ didn’t make it seem like she’d known what she was talking about at all. she swallowed hard, moving her legs under her chair so she was sure not to kick him with her nervous bouncing. “you’re not going to understand… but it would be nice if we could be friends or something… i know that’s not going to happen but — anyway, i was only curious about your well being.” cutting herself short. he wasn’t going to want to hear any of it and she was positive her request for them to talk in the first place would have made him upset. “i promise i’m not trying to get in between anything you have going on. i just — nevermind.” the napkin now completely shredded in a heap on the table. her eyes desperately looking at anything but him, fearful of his reply.

as the brunette speaks, wren can feel the way his anxiety morphs into confusion. he didn’t understand the purpose behind this entire thing -- why dredge up the past when they, clearly, were doing so well ? he didn’t know if this was apart of mackenzie’s routine masochism, or if she was being serious when she said there was something that she wanted to talk to him about. wren felt out of his element, not really finding the answer as his mind desperately searched for some kind of explanation behind her intentions. what was the point of this ? wren didn’t feel like reliving the pain of their relationship -- he had just wanted to buy a new pair of shoes for paris. ‘ look, mackenzie. i don’t know what version of this, of any of this, you seem to be remembering. because, unless you were doing some weird, voodoo mind shit, and trying to trick me into believing you’re mackenzie and she’s hiding back at the nike store, i think it’s apparent after that entire encounter that there’s a reason why we aren’t friends. why you and i have no real reason to catch up. ’ his brow furrows as frustration ebbs, and he brings his coffee to his lips, temperature be damned. albeit, the liquid does scald the roof of his mouth, but he supposed they had masochism in common. ‘ if being my friend is the real reason you asked me here, then quite frankly you’re wasting both of our time. ’ he winces slightly, his voice sounding harsher than he intended. ‘ fuck. what i’m saying is, mac, is that i know you. i know you really well. and unless you adopted a whole new personality in the time that we haven’t spoken, then i think you should just do what you do best and tell me what you’re really thinking. save the unsure, insecure act for one of the many people i’m sure’ve been keeping you quite busy in these last few months who can’t see right through it. ’

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. mackenzie #yikes yikes yikes i'm pretty sure this is the most wren has ever spoken ever

ofcharlics:

getting dressed up, raking back his chocolate waves to make his young face look slight more adult, charlie opted for contacts this evening, so he could give himself a clean look for the evening. charlie didn’t know much, other than it was nice, and charlie had to put something on that wasn’t one of his tee shirts. so he putts out a button up, one with light blue stripes that fit the season and he cuffed his jeans. he felt like summer. with beachy waves and light clothes and white tennis shoes. he had no idea where wren was taking him but he was excited. that didn’t stop even when they got their. hands joined as they seemed to be taken onto a deck, the scene was amazing. picture perfect in every way and charlie thrived in this environment. he felt the low hanging sun on his skin and the sparkling champagne that was quickly poured for them. charlie felt like they were on top of the world, picking himself a piece of bread from the basket between them and taking a bite. “ i love this place. “ special treats like this were welcome, but even on the car ride here, he reminded wren he didn’t have to go all out so much. but, the timing was also rather nice. charlie hadn’t gone out much other than work, and he’s been trying to get his mental state back on track from hitting a low. getting himself nice and out here was doing him well. he snorts, leaning back in his seat, his gaze just past wren to watch the waves and the sparkling sea. he held the flute in his nimble fingers, tapping the glass lightly as a small tick he had since he was a kid. “ considering i’ve looked like a sad greasy mess this week, i figured i’d remind you how cute i am. “ he takes a sip to meet their eyes. endless blue oceans trapped in two orbs that he consistently got caught up in. they were bright. he remembered when they were filled with melancholy and the weights of a thousand men. “ i know i haven’t been home much. winston’s actually tired from all the running. i’m happy to actually spend time with you. “ he leans forward so their hands can join and he can set the champagne glass down, picking off another piece of bread. “ you’re a wonder, you know that, adair? “

wren was extremely appeased that charlie already seemed to be enjoying himself -- after everything had been through in the past couple of weeks, he didn’t want the other male having to feel like that was the end all be all. there were a lot of different facets to charlie, wren knew that the moment they had started to get to know each other, but the more he was exposed to them, the better he was with handling whatever the brunet opted to throw his way. and now, here they were; enjoying a nice lunch, only a hairsbreadth away from the beach, and able to bask in the gift that was each other’s company. because when it came down to it, there was no one that wren would rather be spending time with. ‘ yeah ? i’m glad. ’ and his statement is punctuated with a soft smile, one that was reserved solely for the male that was sitting across from him. he takes a sip of his champagne, hoping to calm the nerves that were always ever-present when they spent time together like this, never really having shaken off the feeling that he could be doing more, or be doing better. even at his best, he felt like charlie deserved eons more than what wren could provide him ... though he knew that boiled down to his own insecurities. charlie had reassured him plenty of times that wasn’t the case, but wren was privy to getting caught up in his own self-deprecation. he hoped with time, maybe, that it would get better. ‘ i don’t think that’s something i’m going to forget anytime soon. ’ he promises, his voice nothing but sincere as charlie takes his hand. a simmering warmth envelops his being at the intimate contact, so simple yet so grand in it’s meaning. as wren’s thumb sweeps against the back of charlie’s hand, he allows it to push him forward. ‘ i’m hardly that, but i know that i can be confusing, so. ’ he’s teasing now, finally allowing that tension to ease. ‘ but i brought us here because it’s kind of a special occasion of sorts. i’ve been wanting to ask you something. ’

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. charlie.

the music poured in from the open french doors of the small restaurant, a live band playing numerous hits from the eighties and on as they serenaded the patrons; most of whom were seated outside on the decorated patio at one of the many tables. donning white linen, the tables were small and intimate, made for no more than a party of two or four, if you wanted to sit closely to your party, and the crash of the waves was on the other side, creating an atmosphere of comforting sensory stimulation for anyone who deigned to dine there. it was a place that wren had been to once or twice since he had moved to san diego, and he had made a reservation yet again -- it had the feeling of a place that was for special occasions, and prices that only further supported that particular notion. and that was exactly why the blond had opted to choose this place for their next date, the boy practically bubbling over like the champagne ( but because of excitement, not carbonation ) that had been poured the moment he and charlie had taken their seats. and now it was just them and lovely sound of the musicians playing, the relaxing sound of the waves, and the company of all those who surrounded them. the volume of the patio was at perfect level, everyone engaging in polite, idle chatter, no reason for yelling or exclamations as the entire of the restaurant demanded a sense of tranquility from all those who deemed to enter. and now, sitting across from his boy, he couldn’t feel anything but the stirring anticipation within him, and the eagerness he felt to make sure this date went as good as all the previous. ‘ i thought you’d like this place.’ he says, his voice equivalent to once murmuring a confession, as if he was worried it wouldn’t receive the response he hoped. his fingertips edged along the table, and he idly fixated on the end of his champagne flute, focusing his anxiety and trying not to fidget, for once. his blue eyes meet charlie’s as he continues. ‘ it’s nice, yeah ? and i thought you’d want to get out of the apartment, for once, so i can show you off. ’ // @ofcharlics

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. charlie.

mackenzics:

surprised at his response she nodded, “oh.. i’ll meet you over there then. i’m just gonna go put my radio up.” mackenzie hadn’t exactly planned the whole speech as it was spur of the moment. but she knew she needed some of the weight off her chest. she rushed into the office, dropping off her radio and lanyard onto the desk. telling the other manager she’d be leaving for break before stepping out of the store.

the one thousand and one ways the conversation could go was all to go through her mind as she made the short walk to the cafe. her eyes trained on her shoes, accidentally bumping into people along the way. glancing up as she came to the tables, immediately spotting the familiar blond. she took a deep breath in, continuing to the shaded table. “thank you.” she spoke quietly, taking the chair directly across from him. mackenzie didn’t know whether to start with small talk or go straight into the heavy stuff. the girl wrapped her arms around herself a bit as she thought silently. “i was on instagram the other day… um, so you have a boyfriend now? how’s it going?”

wren wasn’t sure what he was preparing himself for, but the moment that mackenzie approached, he felt a tickling sensation begin in his palms, and the complementary ache of anxiety start to creep through him. he was thoroughly regretting his lack of preparedness, but after multiple reassessments he settled on allowing the day to just go as it was meant to, and to stop focusing so intently on the fact that he didn’t have the help of enhancing substances to make him feel more calm. instead, he fidgets with the cup before him, the steam rising from it indicative that it was not yet ready to drink. so he allows the latte to cool, and plays with the paper lid, having gotten his order to go. he really, really hoped that this wouldn’t take long. if anything, it would last as long as mackenzie’s break, but with the brunette now settling before him, he deigned that it was always impossible to tell. he smiles faintly at her unnecessary thanks, and tries not to pick up on the fact that she seems nervous, too. instead, the blond schools his expression into one of impassiveness, and allows mackenzie to speak first, seeing as she was the reason they were here. but nothing, he realizes then, could have readied him for her straightforward question -- mentioning charlie wasn’t something that he had believed her capable of. as with all things usually regarding the other girl, his first guess had been wrong. ‘ yeah, i do. charlie. ’ he doesn’t know if he should go on, but even the mention of the boy who was so sickeningly fond of made the corner of his lips twitch in the effort not to smile. ‘ it’s going really good. he makes me really happy. i don’t remember a time, honestly, since i’ve moved here that i’ve been this happy about anything. ’ he clears his throat then, still fidgeting with the cup. ‘ is that ... is that what you wanted to talk about ? the fact that i’m seeing someone ? ’

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. mackenzie #aksdaks;l

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@mackenzics !

#ft. mackenzie #kdjalsdkja #✨ nothing here as it seems ┊musings.

mackenzics:

she started to compose herself while noting his size. her usual customer service smile finding it’s way back to her face. “i’ll be right back.” she offered, barely audible as she hurried off to the storage room. taking her sweet time as she searched through the stacked boxes. allowing herself to breathe. all she had to do was remind herself that a short temper and negative attitude wouldn’t get her anywhere with him. she couldn’t exactly get into an in depth conversation about them while he’s trying on shoes either. informing the employees at the registers that she’d be going on break soon with a box in hand as she made her way back to wren. she bent down, her petite hands placing the box onto the floor beside his feet. as she rose, her eyes caught his once more. “size twelves. if you need another size let me know. i’d be happy to switch them out for you…” she spoke slowly, with each word seeming to end too quickly. “uh, i’m going on break in a couple minutes.. and i really need to talk to you — somewhere that isn’t the nike store.” she paused, realizing he’d probably feel obligated or give her an immediate no. “i mean.. you don’t have to. it’d be nice is all i’m saying.”

wren was glad that she was taking her time retrieving the shoes he had requested, knowing that he could use the opportunity to get his head on straight. he didn’t know why, even after all this time, she was managing to effect him in such a way. he supposed it had to do with the lingering history between them, unable to be dismissed when they faced one another. his train of thought, however, was interrupted as mackenzie returns, and wren thanks her under his breath as she sets the shoes to the side. when he’s about to thank her again and let her know that he no longer needs anything, she catches him off guard by asking if they could speak. the urgency in her tone makes his insides twist, but he deigns to agree with a slight nod, dropping his eyes and reaching for the shoes. ‘ i’ll meet you outside of the cactus cafe. there’s, like, tons of tables. ’

on his way to the cafe that was only a few minutes walk away from the nike store, and with his new pair of shoes in tow, wren finds an empty table that was thankfully in the shade, and takes a seat so that he was facing towards where he could prepare himself for mackenzie’s approach.

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. mackenzie

what's the deal with mac?

‘ well … there’s a lot of history there. we’ve been through a lot of bullshit, and it seems like it’s not going to end anytime soon ? we’ve always been, like, on again off again. but it’s definitely off because i’m with charlie. and it will stay like that. we’re the worst thing for each other … and i think she knows that just as well as i do. i just hope she’s doing alright, because it’s not like i have any ill will against her. there’s just something i would like her to apologize for, i guess. ’

#✨ nothing here as it seems ┊musings.#ok this is the last one i'm answering bcos im lazy fdjaklsdajdkj i'll do the rest later #Anonymous

gemini, venus

* ✧ gemini — what was the last text you sent?

* ✧ venus — what’s your aesthetic?

‘ bruised knuckles, ripped black jeans, bold faced watches, messy hair, niko cameras, empty pill bottles, dried tears, flushed cheeks, dad caps, white teeth, sad stories, dark rooms, photo film. ’

#✨ nothing here as it seems ┊musings.#another copy from bio aesthetic sjakdlsdj oh well #Anonymous

pisces, gemini

* ✧ pisces — describe someone you love?

* ✧ gemini — what was the last text you sent?

‘ i think the last text i sent was to my mom ! we’re finalizing my plans for me to go home to paris for a week. ’

#✨ nothing here as it seems ┊musings.#Anonymous

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lilith, pisces, & pallas

* ✧ lilith — what are your guilty pleasures?

‘ those tiny kitchen videos are my favorite things. they give me a lot of anxiety but for some reason i’m obsessed with them ? like i literally watch them every night before i go to bed. that, and also tasty videos because it calms my anxiety once i’m done watching people make tiny tacos. ’

* ✧ pisces — describe someone you love?

‘ well, he wears glasses, and button up shirts, and he cuffs his jeans. he has brown wavy hair, and has kind of a bitchy attitude, but i find it endearing. ’

* ✧ pallas — do you have a good relationship with your parents?

‘ yes, i love my parents more than anything. i don’t know what i would do without them. ’

#✨ nothing here as it seems ┊musings.#first q is verbatim from neels OH WELL #Anonymous

astrology ask thing

aries: what are you passionate about?taurus: name 3 of your favorite books.

gemini: what was the last text you sent?

cancer: if you could choose your child's zodiac sign, what would it be?

leo: name something you love about yourself.

virgo: what's your #1 pet peeve?

libra: describe your dream partner.

scorpio: do you trust easily?

sagittarius: if you could travel to any place in the world, where would it be?

capricorn: what's your dream job?

aquarius: do you believe in aliens?

pisces: describe someone you love.

sun: describe yourself in 3 words.

moon: what's your favorite song?

rising/asc: how would you describe your style?

mars: are you easily angered?

venus: what's your aesthetic?

mercury: what color do you talk in?

jupiter: what moral do you live by?

saturn: what's your biggest fear?

uranus: are you rebellious?

neptune: share one of your dreams.

pluto: what's the biggest thing you've learned by far in your life?

lilith: do you have any guilty pleasures?

chiron: have you ever broken a bone?

ceres: are you a momfriend?

pallas: do you have a good relationship with your parents?

juno: do you believe in soul mates?

1st house: are you confident?

2nd house: if you could only keep one of your personal items, what would you choose?

3rd house: do you like to read?

4th house: what does your bedroom look like?

5th house: name your favorite movie or show.

6th house: do you participate in community service?

7th house: if you could choose, what zodiac sign would you like your dream partner to be?

8th house: do you believe in reincarnation?

9th house: what's your favorite quote?

10th house: are you good at public speaking?

11th house: what sign(s) is your best friend/squad?

12th house: do you like to be alone?

#i like these !!#:-))#ask meme

social media meme ;;

send me a ★ for a facebook status from my muse to yours

send me a ☂ for three tweets from my muse directed at your muse

send me a ▲ for an instagram picture from my muse about your muse

send me a ✿ for a snapchat from my muse to yours

send me a ☯ for a youtube video or vine about your muse from my muse

send me a ☏ for one voicemail left by my muse on your muse's phone

send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

#ask meme.#:))))

mackenzics:

she planned to be careful with her response as she hadn’t seen or heard from him in months. any sane person would let him walk out of the store without another word but mackenzie was attached. and you would think she knew better. she saw it in his expressions that he was just as, if not more, uncomfortable in the situation. she should have continued treating him like a stranger. it was easier. as he stood she took a couple steps backward, giving him space. unsure if that was the right thing to do, she stepped back in her place. “i’m sorry — don’t leave. i, um, i wasn’t trying to make you upset. i don’t mind getting the shoes…” her words falling short, as all she could think to say was sorry and don’t leave. shoes had nothing to do with them or their feelings but she was making an attempt to keep him close a little longer. a terrible attempt at that. “i wasn’t expecting to see you – here. that’s all.” the girl tediously picked at the skin on her fingers. a nervous habit that rose to the surface when she was confronted with embarrassing conversation. her voice laced with regret, “i’m sorry. i’ll go get someone from the break room..”

wren was already readying himself to leave, his entire body riddled with a restless energy that he knew wouldn’t dissipate once he passed the threshold of the store. he runs a hand through his meticulously styled blond hair, but nimbly avoids ruining it since it was in a permanent state of slight dishevelment. he’s about to say his goodbyes when he hears her apology, and if anything, it stops the boy in his tracks. he listens, and he feels that same dredge of defeat as she brings up the shoes yet again. because in reality, that’s what this was all really about, right ? on the surface, this was nothing more than a customer and an employee hashing out a difference about a staffing problem, when underneath laid a tremendous amount of baggage that they had both seemed reluctant to sift through in these last couple of months. his eyes follow her nervous movements, and he notes the tell as she starts fidgeting, destroying her cuticles in an attempt to gain some semblance of control. wren really wished he didn’t remember that after all this time, but here they were, anyway. he clears his throat, shaking his head -- he didn’t need to be so difficult. if anything, he’d do this for her. grin and bear it, allow her to do her job, and he’d quit making such a fuss. ‘ it’s fine. ’ wren urges, withholding the apology that was readying itself on the tip of his tongue. ‘ you don’t have to. ’ he sits back down on the bench, crossing his ankles and running his hands along his thighs once more, a nervous habit of his own. ‘ i’m a size twelve. ’

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. mackenzie #!!!!!!

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no, i can’t help my ways it don’t make such sense to me all these cold and rainy days maybe we’re meant to be alone

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#amazing #things chey did: THAT #ft. mackenzie #✨ nothing here as it seems ┊musings.

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mvritzas:

&&. maritza appreciates the level of seriousness in which wren regards her rambling thoughts. the two are kindred souls, both C U R I O U S about the world around them – large yet small with so many unanswered questions. “ exactly ! ” she exclaims excitedly, “ that’s what i was thinkin’ wren – like this lil’ thing couldn’t hold a candle to how much an empty guitar case could. ” nodding along, maritza’s cheeks begin to ache from the wideness of her smile. “ shit, maybe we should start are own fuckin’ business since we’re on the S A M E page, ” her melodic laughter fades at his next question. “ shit,” she breathes, “ ‘d try & charm ‘em if i had to, but i think i could kick some ass. you’d help right ‘cause i think the two of us could D E F I N I T L E Y take ‘em ? ”

‘ honestly, i don’t doubt that we would be completely successful if we started a drug business. like, i doubt anyone would suspect us. we have that look of innocence that makes people not even look twice. i definitely think he would pull it off. ’ a bright smile spreads across his expression, unable to be contained in the girl’s presence as he relishes in her company. ‘ plus, yeah -- if anyone did end up suspecting us, you could definitely take them. i’m too gentle to lay hands on anyone, but i’d go to wild lengths to protect you. i should probably carry, like, pepper spray or something so that i do better defending your honor. ’

#omg u made me watch it sajdlksadj #i can't stop looking at him why is he so ... pretty #and i'm also thinking about all the gifs im getting from this vid #✨ interactions ! ┊ft. maritza.

mackenzics:

her aggravation was evident throughout her body language. she was tense and attempting to keep up with a customer/employee conversation wasn’t helping. an end came to her friendly features and the usual dejected expression scratched it’s way to the surface. mackenzie couldn’t stop the multiple images running through her mind, images that bombarded her imagination regardless if he was in her presence. she was on standby, under his thumb whether he believed it or knew it. the brunette clenched her jaw at the suggestion. gladly, she would have switched with another employee but conveniently most were on their breaks or had never shown up for work. “ — i would, but we’re short staffed and i need people at the registers. that’s why i came out here to begin with… it’s not like i’m estatic helping you out with this either – can you just tell me your shoe size?” she wasn’t intending on being snappy, but that’s what she’s best at. right? if she’s snappy or rude he might start ordering his shoes online. the worst part of it being her inability to control her wide range of emotions. the next time she opens her mouth she could be whispering or crying or screaming. “wren, please. i’m trying my best to make this normal. when someone gets back from break, i’ll have them help you.”

wren was doing his very best to try and eradicate the awkwardness of their encounter, but he could already tell that he had only made it worse. he could read her annoyance, her stance nothing short of an open book for him to decipher. it was apparent in the set of her shoulders, and the purse of her lips -- and hidden behind her dark eyes, he could tell that mackenzie was most likely withholding just as much as he. as soon as her expression changed, regret pooled within him, making his limbs feel heavy with the weight of it; how could he be so daft ? he was only becoming further frustrated with himself and his stupidity, and he knew that it would be evident in his solemn expression the moment their eyes met. and once she speaks, he realizes just how much he had fucked up, her voice now cold and distant, far from the polite manner in which she had addressed him moments ago. ‘ it’s not that. i just don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to.’ and he suddenly feels like he’s unable to communicate, much of the way he had when he had first moved to san diego from paris. in theory, he had been well versed in his second language, but when it came to interacting with the people here, things often got lost in translation. he hadn’t felt that way in years, and it only caused him to delve further into his dejection. wren’s blue hues flicker to hers, and he stands, shoving his hands in his pockets to stop himself from wringing them together again. ‘ look -- i’ll just leave. obviously, i’ve done enough, and i don’t want to bother you more. i’ll just go. ’

#✨ interactions ! ┊ft. mackenzie #YES its beautiful just like u n mac

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