*/ lover of mine

noah: i didn't think that far...

noah: and come on, you'd so draw a dick on my cast

noah: dude, i have no idea. but you're right. let's just take a break. probably the smartest, tbh.

noah: so, what do you think will happen? will you be killing your new roommates? do i need to keep my eyes pealed on the news the next couple of days?

belinda: of course you didn't.

belinda: as if you could. i see how smitten you are around flora. it's cute. i approve.

belinda: i would, but, it would be the prettiest dick on the planet. pure art.

francesca rolled her eyes. leave it to belinda to ask such a pointed question. of course, with fran’s devotion to complete candor, it wasn’t such a reach to question whether she’d ever slipped up in secret. “of course i have. if you don’t think you tell lies to your partner, even little white ones, then you’re lying. to yourself.” she puts her cup to her lips with a cavalier shrug, though she can’t help but watch extra carefully to see if belinda sips, too. if belinda can play this game, so can she — she raises her eyebrows as she asks her next question. “never have i ever said ‘i love you’ without meaning it.”

                    giada could sense the air around them grow colder – the four walls surrounding them seemed to be closing in. she gulped down half of her drink as they went on. obviously knowing the two had history, she’d never pick a side.. the girl gave a little nudge to both belinda and francesca. “ guys, this is supposed to be FUN ! ” she whined, pressing her lips together.       “ i’ve never said ‘i love you’ without meaning it.. that’s just cruel. never have i ever asked pointed questions towards my ex during a party game.” brown eyes burning into each of the girls.

BELINDA : scarlet 

key words: passion, intense, flames. a love that lights you on fire. you don't do anything by halves, and this is doubly true when it comes to love. you're an incredibly intense and complex person. your ideal partner is somebody who can match your intensity and feed the flame that keeps you interested in things. most likely to be great in bed and to break hearts without meaning to, you've probably had few 'casual' relationships and tend to love with your whole heart. 

noah: what was i going to do, hm? i couldn't just let it fall on her. i will try to not get into any more trouble though, i promise. then again, i hope we won't have another disaster on our hands any time soon, so...

noah: you would? well, as long as you don't decorate it with stupid stuff, then i'm all for you doing it! :p yikes. that sounds... interesting. oh, i'm rooming with the girl i used to like who hooked up with my roommate and a girl i really like now, so, that's fun! 🙄

belinda: you could've just shouted at her to get out the way. i'm offended that you think i'd ever do anything stupid.

spencer: yeah, that's my bad i'm sorry

spencer: i have no idea what information everybody else has right now

spencer: wait why are you with fran?

belinda: welcome to my world, i never know that the fuck goes on at this school. i don't think anybody died though, so that's good.

noah: i was with florence. a tree fell through the window and i pushed her out of the way ( being the hero i am ) and i ended up landing on it wrong. idk, can't really remember how everything happened...

noah: to be honest, it fuckin' hurts

noah: jesus... i'm glad you're okay though, even though you got hit. if you feel sick, tell someone, alright? just... you know, in case you got a concussion. where are you?

belinda: dude, you and your fucking hero complex i swear. thank you for not letting my roommate die but please don't dive headfirst into any more natural disasters. no shit it hurts, but you're a tough cookie and i'm sure you'll power through it. in the meantime i'll decorate your cast.

belinda: it's fine. i don't feel sick anymore. kennedy patched me up, can you believe that? satan's spawn actually helped me and we didn't get into any arguments.

noah: i'm okay. broke my hand and can't really feel my fingers

noah: but i mean i'm still, shockingly enough, alive.

noah: what about you? are you okay?

belinda: shit, i'm sorry. you know i'm here if you need anything, right? how did that even happen?

belinda: did you die?

spencer: oh right

spencer: my insulin fell out of my bag before i got to the rec room and my insulin levels dropped too low

spencer: i'm okay now! 😅

belinda: okay maybe next time start with that so i don't think a vending machine fell on you.

belinda: okay good. i can't have you dying on me just yet. i don't have any black dresses.

SPENCER: hey

SPENCER: i know we haven't talked in a while, but ending up in the hospital in a life-threatening coma kind of puts things into perspective

SPENCER: i'm still a little out of it so things aren't making much sense in my head, but i just wanted you to know that i still care a lot about you even though fran ended up getting custody in the divorce

SPENCER: i hope you're well :)

belinda: pardon my french but, what the actual fuck? please tell me this is one of you're shitty jokes that i don't get. what the hell happened? are you okay?

goldcndays‌:

@bclindas​ & @dvinefem​ !

perhaps ‘never have i ever’ was a childish game, but what else was there to do? fran had one too many, glass of wine in hand, and she was feeling just fuzzy enough to engage in the game ( even despite belinda’s presence ). taking another sip from her glass, she glanced towards the ceiling, deciding to start off with something fairly easy. “never have i ever… skinny dipped.” 

                    “ ooh, i’m in the clear ! ” she chimed. their new digs and roommate conditions may not have been the best for the others, but gi was dead set on turning it into a positive situation. keeping things lighthearted with a party game – what could go wrong ? “ okay, okay. here’s a spicy one. ” she took a poised sip from her glass. “ never have i ever purposely gave someone a fake number at the bar. ”

maitê: just let her be and pretend she doesn't exist

maitê: focus your own shit for once

maitê: that's what i plan on doing to survive this hell until we get our old dorms back

belinda: hard to do when she's flirting with someone right in front of me.

belinda: bold of you to assume i can't focus on my own shit and play the part of the bitter ex-girlfriend. i'm a great multi-tasker.

maitê: for the love of god, try not to kill francesca this week. i am literally begging you

belinda: me? what about her? she's the one that keeps glaring at me every chance she gets.

belinda: if looks could kill i'd be six feet under right about now.

MAITÊ: am i the only one not completely loving these new dorm assignments?

MAITÊ: i miss the senior suite :(

      kennedy has half a mind to roll his eyes. “ let’s cut the bullshit, belinda. there’s a natural disaster happening. so just accept my help and leave it alone. ” he was already exhausted, dreading the idea of having to share a damp, cramped rec room with a ton of other students, and of course belinda wasn’t near the top of his list for people to save during a storm. still, he wasn’t a monster, there was no way he was going to leave her outside in these conditions. he ignores her attitude and instead focuses in on what matters, shifting himself to get a better look at the back of her head when she draws her hand back with blood stained fingertips. it’s too chaotic outside for him to really focus, eyes squinting from the mix of water and wind, so instead he nuzzles his arms under her to scoop her up, lifting her as he gets to his feet to walk her inside. once they’re in the calm of the building, he sets her down. “ you should sit if you hit your head. let me look. ”