— double v.

❛ i’d say the people, music. y’know the whole vibe of this typa’ functions. ❜ he quirked his brows to drop them in a sec, tucking the rolled blunt back to his lips. ❛ but i guess the free drinks get at least, 75% for a solid motive. ❜

❛ and here i am thinking you’re different at parties. ❜ yaz teased, golden hues stared at the girl, stepping closer as he spoke. ❛ y’know, less bitter. less uptight. guess not, moore. ❜

looking over his shoulder with a frown that was more out of curiosity rather than disdain, sebastián took a step back as he faced the one who had caught his attention. ❛ i think disappointing is a better word. ❜ his frown ceased to exist, his body unperturbed.  ❛ couldn’t even give myself a nice buzz. ❜

❛ likewise, mate. likewise. ❜ he huffed out, pressing a dull smile. missing the buzz of alcohol in his system, assuming that’s what he meant when he said buzz. ❛ usually, i either go lookin’ for another gig ‘cause there’s always another one happening, or just hit up a bar two blocks away. sounds exhausting and sad but it’s kinda’ fun, to be honest. ❜

❛ woah hey, wanna calm down for a bit ? christ. ❜ he muttered the last part to himself, amusement hovering over his tone as he saw the frantic blonde move before him, ❛ m’sure it’s nothing, and uh — ❜  he cleared his throat, a teasing cough-like chuckle slipped out of his lips. glimmering eyes shifting up to her towel wrapped figure. ❛ sure no one would actually mind a towel clad blonde wandering around brooklyn, really. ❜

i’ll fucking digest you one kiss at a time you wish i was yours and i hope that you’re mine

and, oh, don’t let me see you crying ‘cause, oh honey, I’ll smoke you 'til I’m dying

serena, in an entirely uncharacteristic move, was brought to silence when his gaze locked with hers, his amber irises warm despite the cool tone of his voice. they were eyes she could recognize anywhere– a flecked gold she’d sought when her pupils threatened to swallow her whole, whites rimmed with red, his a warmth deep enough to edge out the dark. only now they wouldn’t stay trained on hers for long, felt more foreign than familiar, his flippant dismissal of her presence enough to open any old wound she’d managed to stitch up. “hold on,” she hated the way her voice emerged raspy, stripped of its usual confidence. winding after him, she reached out again, this time planting herself firmly in his path. “you don’t get to just,” flustered fingers combed through her hair as she searched for the right words. “do this. okay? you don’t get to avoid me forever and then run away when we finally, accidentally bump into one another. i mean,” and here her lower lip quivered, and she cursed herself for not being stronger. “is it really so terrible to see me? you’re the only part of him i have left and– was i so insignificant to you that you can just forget all about me now that he’s gone? because that’s never.. i mean, that’s never what you were for me.”

& nothing stung at yaz’s heart more than seeing serena crumble and fall before him —  standing tall & stubborn, but words of pain & negligence from his part spilled like a faucet out of her mouth. regret & guilt tore at him from the inside, eyes blinking and shifting to anything but here, ears picking up every word she says, like they always did ( could be in a room full of people, all talking at once — and he’d still tell her voice apart, and tune himself to her & her only. his object of interest & hidden desire. it’s happening now. standing on the pavement, people passed by like it’s none of their business, cars honking & driving by, and it all felt like nothing the minute he saw her, let alone heard her. ) silence sewed his lips shut & he struggled to stand still, head turned away & jaw softly clenching. he wanted to say so much, to comfort once again, but the minute she mentioned him, the chastising voice in his head, he dared to speak again. ❛ don’t, ❜ abruptly cutting her off, but she still went on. ❛ this is not. what this is about. ❜ he warned, strict, upset & trying his hardest not to shake, taking a step closer to her. ❛ stop it & go home. what are you even doing down here ? this place is not for girls like you. go back to your people, serena. ❜ he knew the last sentence wasn’t necessary, that she’d never get it but he needed to get it off his chest. maybe it’ll remind him of him, and keep every inch of him from swooping her into his arm because god only knows how much he has missed her. his cinderella --- but he was no prince.  know what you are, ayaz. he was no prince charming. and know what she is. his own voice in his head spoke this time, she deserves better. 

❛ alright, but you forgot to tell me what went on before she quit on you — did she screech, yell, shout, ironically go mental ? whatever it was, i bet it was something.❜

Meg dipped her a little as their words intertwined in a joint apology, and she offered a just as apologetic smile in return. She watched as the male removed his earphone and she nodded ever so slightly in a way understanding. “That makes two of us.” She admitted signalling between the pair. “I really need to be more careful.” The brunette continued, her clumsiness had always been a downfall.

❛ so do i. ❜ he nodded, agreeing. ❛ often forget how sounds matter. keep callin’ it background noise. should stop that..❜ he trailed off, lost in his thoughts for a second but then snapped out of it quick, noticing the apologetic brunette before him & concern hovered over his features and tone as he spoke, --- ❛ anyway, are you alright ? did i hurt you, or made you drop anything, or.. ❜ he trailed off again, but this time waiting for a reply.

❛ jesus fuckin’ christ, manhattan is savage too, huh ? well, there. you had your entertainment for the day, at least. always take the limo.  ❜