𝑷𝑰𝑬𝑪𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐆𝐄 !

Looking at the other again when he heard the question, Téodore sighed. “My bike. I need some help with my bike” it was quite sad that it was already broken. He recently got it as a gift from his parents. It wasn’t everyday you get a damn bike but they had apparently saved up some money to give him the perfect gift. It would be easier for him to drive around town. Oh and get to work, of course. Clasping his hands together, he could feel the nerves kick in. 

Andy raises her brows with his words, “Mm, if you say so.” Who was she to argue that he wasn’t going to be okay? “If you change your mind it’s in the cabinet under the sink.” She told him, though she doubted he would use it. “Somethin’ you can fix.” Andy looked over at him, “That’s what we do, isn’t it? Fix shit that’s fallin’ off cars.”

(closed for @byeconr​)

Connor was the chef’s kiss of alternative boys that graduated from Frostford High School and he was also a deal friend of Amelia’s. Despite her questionable party ways while out in California, they kept in contact with an occasional ‘sup’ text every now and again and with her having been back for a few weeks, she wanted to actually take some time to hang out with him. “So like… how’s life? Fixy upping cars ‘n stuff?” Her voice high as usual as she pulled a plate from the cabinet over her mother’s stove and began scooping out some of the spaghetti she made onto the plate. “Like… do you like.. totally make cars go faster? Do you like do detailing? I totally wanna get my car wrapped in like.. Barbie pink.”

“it’s the kinda face you got. i just see it and it just instantly pisses me off.”

“I mean sure, if that makes you feel better,” she replies, shrugging her shoulders. Delilah thought Connor wasn’t really the friendliest person around, that was probably why he needed some like her to help him remember what it was like to not be an antisocial weirdo. Her face still close to him, she looked up, squinting as she spoke, “Okay, when’s the last time you used moisturizer, Con… because…” Yikes. “You like totally need my help, it’s okay, you don’t have to admit it.”

“The keys are on the kitchen counter. Have at it, Debbie Downer.”

“i’m not a kid. we’re basically the same age.”

“Yes, I did,” Janet said plainly, despite the fact that she’d been partly joking. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Jeeze, man. Just tryn’a make some nice conversation. You’re a fuckin’ downer, dude.”

@frostfordstart​

“Now, it is 8:30 in the damn mornin’, pardon my language, but what could you possibly want from me at this hour?”

“You really should look into gettin’ some crystals. I recommend at least turquoise because it’s a lucky stone. Turquoise beads date all the way back to 5,000 B.C., y’know,” Scarlett said, matter-of-factly. “I promise they actually work and they’re not all bullshit, even though you might think they are.” 

@frostfordstart​

Status: Open Location: Rory’s Living Room

@frostfordstart

“See, I just wanna know what your favorite album of the year so far is? There are so many good ones already! 2020 ain’t backin’ down, yet.”

“Oh right, I forgot, you’re like super bad at talking, my bad. But I like totally cannot sit here and silence,” she replied, glancing back over at him. “Okay, but I look better than mirrors than I do in cameras. So…” Delilah trailed off, glancing outside the window with a dramatic sigh. Sometimes Connor just like totally did not get her. “I mean, I could like totally give you a makeover. I think you could really use it.” She thought Landon’s style was bad, but really, Connor took the cake. “Like… how old is that shirt… I’m pretty sure I see a stain on it,” she spoke, leaning in and tugging on his shirt for a closer look.