COMPLICATED? UNCOMPLICATED IT.

"i'll allow it since you're a hometown hero and you winged eyeliner tips saved my life last summer." vivienne beamed with her own cheeky grin. she felt it her personal mission to uplift all the beautiful women in this world; the greater expectations set by men did enough damage to them all. her fingers sunk into the soft groove of kitty's palm, squeezing every so slightly, as if to solidify their new formed union. "I know," she offered with a soft raise in her shoulder. "a french dip on a hot day sounds divine. plus, the french bread is fresh courtesy of the bakery. i delivered them this morning so it'll be crisp and buttery." vivienne traced her fingers along the laminated words absently as if to rouse some answer in the letters but came up short. "i'm thinking a giant ice cream sundae, you know since ice cream can be dinner, and a side of fries."

"so..what are we gonna do about these mean comments? logic would say we delete them but i say we troll them for sport."

@cryforlxve

evie is typing ✉︎ ➜: [ unsent ] has enough time passed for this not to be extremely awkward, let's find out. evie is typing ✉︎ ➜: TACTICAL LEGAL EMERGENCY 🚨🚨 ✉︎ ➜: how skilled would you say you are on the subject of corporate espionage? asking for a friend

✿ tae »→ evie: unsent : finally. ✿ tae »→ evie: a TLE at this time of the day. I'm concerned.. ✿ tae »→ evie: since it goes against my code of ethics but i love a good bond film, i'd say 8/10. ✿ tae »→ evie: who's the friend, ms. dae. ✿ tae »→ evie: or should i ask what you've done.

"what look? pure unfiltered beauty?" vivienne tapped her fingers along the spine of her menu, the warm rising to the tips of her ears. she had to admit that their bi-weekly meetings had come to a slow pause over the last couple of weeks. she missed the silly facade that they put on as a shield the reality of their own personal love lives. to be honest, she didn't care if people thought they were on a date. she had begun to really love spending time with serkan because he understood what she felt on a cellular level. "there's not guy...well there's a guy but he's not a guy guy. he's my roommate. temporarily..but a roommate who may or may not be the first boy i ever loved. what about you? any ladies i could know about in case they wanna fight me."

Just to avoid any further arguements, Matteo had agreed on joining his dad and stepmom to check things out at this summer bash thing. It seemed like fun, but only with the right company and that wasn't really the case right now. He really needed to go look for his own place, just so he didn't need to spend most of his time in his room. Maybe he should check online or the paper or something to see if anyone was looking for a roommate. A place of his own would be a little difficult with his paycheck right now.

Once his dad was a little distracted with something, he managed to slip away, knowing he'd hear about it later but he didn't care. He'd rather roam around on his own than spend the entire evening with them. The carnival was definitely better at night, with all the lights and a few drunk people here and there that were quite amusing. Laughing at something these awkward looking teenagers were doing, he shook his head before continuing his walk. When the jacket of the person in front of him fell to the ground, he was quick to pick it up and tap the woman on the shoulder. "You dropped this." Smiling softly, he froze and his expression changed when she turned around. "As if this day hasn't been bad enough already..." He mumbled and sighed deeply.

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jessamine   🗨   |   shakespeare   in   the   park   ,   beloved   .  jessamine   🗨   |   you   and   me   ,   a   bottle   of   wine   on   a   picnic   blanket   .   .   . jessamine   🗨   |   say   yes   or   the   wedding   is   off   !

✿ xavier »→ jessamine: i don't know, forbes. ✿ xavier »→ jessamine: i have to ask my wife if she's okay with me going on a date with you. ✿ xavier »→ jessamine: xavier is typing ✿ xavier »→ jessamine: actually, she won't mind. i'll pick up the wine and mike and ikes.

"Since we're both off today, eventhough we might be on call but we'll ignore that for a second, there is just one question I need to ask you." Logan grabbed a diet soda out of the fridge before sitting down at the kitchen table opposite his roommate. "Do you want to stay in and watch some movies and just have us stuff ourselves with all this junk food or go out and have a drink and maybe even get the whole wingman thing going on?" Taking a sip of his drink, he leaned back into the chair. Both options were pretty good but he couldn't make that decision on his own. It was always nice to stay home with Indy, just watch some movies and have a good laugh whenever one chooses a horror movie and the other just sits there watching it in fear. But going out was great too. He's had a few fun nights when he let Indy play his wingman.

home sweet home. an oasis filled with varying forgotten take out containers and finite hours to devote to making it truly a lived in space. between the two of them, they barely logged a 40 hour work week's worth of time spent in their own beds. indiana didn't wat it any other way. no strings or hang ups; just two plucky young men trying to make a living while attempting to live a little. indiana hung his head back against the soft curve of the couch, counting the first few squares on the ceiling before turning his gaze to the stocky blonde to his left. "logan, my friend, when you phrase it like that you make it sound dirty. plus, let's peel that thought of being called upon out of the mother fucking universe, yeah? all the cats in the neighborhood remain on the sidewalk and out of the trees for me. no dog eatin' grapes or grass to be plagued with explosive vomit for you. i did see they dropped that new b rated slasher on tubi. i know that it's horrible but the art has heart with a mcdonald's budget..." he hummed. "...but when was the last time we had a day off in the same week? i can dust my wings off to hook you a beauty, if you're askin' for the help."

Sometimes Kitty couldn't help but read through the comments people left on her videos, especially the hate comments. She'd learned by now that there would always be nasty things said about her on the internet, because people simply couldn't help themselves. And she'd learned to ignore them. But sometimes people's creativity when it came to being a hater was too good to pass up. "She looks like a fish..." Kitty read aloud, looking up at the person closest to her. "Do I look like a fish? Tell the truth..." She didn't even know in what way this stranger thought she looked like a fish, but she didn't, did she? And if she did, what kind of fish specifically? Like, one of the really cool looking pretty ones? Or was she giving Blobfish?

"mermaids are fish--and they're the most beautiful creatures in the sea. you give off mermaid, if you ask me, so yeah you look like a fish." vivienne flipped lazily through the magazine she had snagged off the counter. she needed something to hide behind; the last thing she needed was a "fatherly" lecture from rocky. she promised that she'd stop being a stranger but stumbling into lou lou's three sheets to the wind after some rhubarb pie did not exactly bode well with her intended crowd. she slide into space beside the young woman, a sly smile curled up on her lips. "did you order yet? I'm starving.." she held for a beat before holding her hand out. "i'm vivienne but you can call me vivi."

francesca's gaze lingered on the small wedge of visibility into the kitchen as the heavy black doors slowly swung to a close. a soft, mischievous smile furled up on her pout lips. "oh my love, you haven't laid eyes on the elusive creature in the back? blonde curls, stamped with tattoos, and a look of pure toiling mystery. you'd want a bite too.." she paused with a brief, shallow inhale. "..but you're right. we're in pinehaven on a life saving mission for great success and the safe return of a woman's mojo. the woman being tris but that doesn't mean we can't play the field without strings." with a soft click of her tongue, she had agreed silently. "rocky does have one set of buns on him but we're cute and demure--so we won't lust openly. although, it's a race babe. whoever gets him to bed faster wins all the bragging rights. do you think the carpet matches the beard or he's a bald eagle in the downstairs department?"