❝ I’ve got PTSD from being fucking awesome ❞

“why is he mad?”

Possible connection: bestfriend, frenemy, bakery customer, etc

“This might sound insane but…. do you believe in aliens?” Jelou asked the other. His eyes traveled around to make sure that there was no one other than them hearing him. “Not to be complete hypocrite but I think I saw one last night,” he whispered. He never had been the one to believe in ghosts, aliens or other mythological creature. But last night, he thought he had seen a proof of extraterrestrial creatures. He had been on denial for days but now, he had to open up to let this go. “I swear I frickin’ saw a green slimy glob walking its way on the other side of the bakery!”

It certainly hadn’t been the conversation Oliver had expected when Jelou opened his mouth but it wasn’t necessarily unwelcome. Still, Oliver couldn’t help but smile, somewhat amused by the way the other male spoke. “I don’t believe in little green men, if that’s what you mean. I believe that other species exist in realms beyond our understanding, surely but I don’t believe they’re anywhere near here nor probing anyone.” he expressed. He quirked an eyebrow “A green slimy glob? I think you’re working too hard, not sleeping enough.” he countered with a light chuckle.

       “Well…. sure, I mean  — I guess that makes sense and everything —  for normal people, but I really don’t think you’d be in spoiler shark waters at this yoga class. Seriously, I know it’s lame —  but I really need someone to take some shots for my blog for school…. Look, can’t you just wear some headphones? It’ll be like a trust exercise. And if anyone says more than a namaste, I promise to fully accept my responsibility as the worst person in all of Westeros…. that’s a pretty bad person, right?”

“How many people are going to be seeing me do Downward Dog on your blog exactly? I’m don’t know if I’m beach body ready for that.” though he spent a major portion of his time in training, he often felt inadequate in appearance.

Peyton gave him an almost guilty look. “Maybe it’s time.” she muttered quietly. “Just tell her the truth. Or at least break things off. Can we really keep doing this? It won’t be long until she does have a solid suspicion or just finds out completely.”

Will sighed, rolling the tight muscles in his shoulders. “We don’t need to get into this, it’s- I just wanted to keep you updated. Nothing needs to change.” was he trying to convince Peyton or convince himself? At this point he wasn’t sure either way, perhaps it was both. He was trying to have his cake and eat it too, that much was obvious to anybody but will simply didn’t have the strength to leave his wife or end things with Peyton. 

 Eve watched as he moved around the room. He did simple things that should have made sense to do, but being a new mother, Eve didn’t quite think straight. “Not at all,”she told him as she gently handed over her daughter, it feeling a bit strange to do so. She never had any help, not that it was ever unwanted. Just never offered. She hoped this would work. Especially if his actions had already made her feel quite tired.

Parker took the infant gently from Eve’s arms and cradled her with obvious experience. Slowly, he started to move to the beat of the soft music that had been playing from the old radio, stepping from one side to the other and swinging his hips so that Claire felt only the slightest bit of the motion. He hummed as he did so, hoping the rumbling in his chest might soothe her further as he waited for her to fall asleep in the dimly lit room.

Hazel put her hand down when the door opened. She cleared her throat and swallowed thickly before speaking again. “Uhm…were you or are you currently smoking weed in here?” She asked, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Because someone here is and it seemed to be coming from this area, but I don’t know.”

Isaac closed the door just a little behind hm, hoping that by narrowing the open gap, he was also inhibiting Hazel’s odds of spotting the ash tray on his desk. “No, of course not- but actually, yeah, now that you mention it, I can totally smell it. You’re right. Must be next door or maybe a few doors down, they’ve been pretty rowdy the last couple of nights.” the young man lied through his teeth, shrugging his shoulders casually.

“So long story short, a couple of photorealistic smoke effects, got set off in my car and it’s pretty much undrivable. As in, it’s definitely undrivable. I left my phone in my office so I can’t even Uber. Could I catch a ride? I’ve got like- uh, seventeen dollars and a coupon for Del Taco.”

Hazel’s had decided to send her to her Grandparents’ house for the summer to help them out with their motel. It was in a beach town that only ever got popular in the summer time, so the motel was constantly having guests who couldn’t get a beach house. One afternoon while pretty much all the guests were out on the beach, Hazel was walking around the motel when she smelt something that she recognized almost immediately. She quickly looked for the room that was the source of the smell before knocking on the door. “– –” She called through the door.

Isaac had heard something going on outside his door but he hadn’t quite caught the words, they had been drowned out by the music playing through his headphones. He stood up from the small desk in the corner of his room where he’d been editing video for the past three odd hours and moved to the door to find the source of the commotion. 

“Just a beer for me, what I’ve been drinking, thanks.” Bryce was staring down at the bar, tapping his finger against the surface before finally giving Alistair a bit more attention. “Yeah, I guess you could call this a regular place for me, if I had any regular places. I go kind of all over though so I don’t know if any place could be considered a regular place for me. I do like it here though. You’re right, the music is usually pretty good and the people are good enough. The drinks are good and plenty. All in all, it’s a good place to spend a Friday night.” When the drinks were brought to them, Bryce picked his up and nodded towards the man. “So, do you regularly randomly buy people drinks, or is there a special reason you came over here?”

“I think so” he agreed and though he hadn’t had much experience with the local nightlife, he believed he had had enough to make a decent judgement. “You’re here alone though?” he asked curiously, wondering if the other male had some sort of explanation for the fact, perhaps an interesting story to share or not. “Alistair, by the way” he offered a firm handshake and a warm smile. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, the smile still stretched across his face “I’m in a particularly good mood, I needed a refill and it looked like you did too,” he expressed, hoping it was sufficient.