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Y’all are SLEEPING on Jordan fisher. I mean CMON.

I wanted this since our first day in class.

seduce, steal from, serenade

Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text

“i know i would,” he said, giving the girl a smile. “i could help spread the word, if you’d like. there’s a lot of talented people in drama club, and the rest of the baseball team usually shows up to support me whenever i get cast in a mainstage production so there’s a chunk of patrons right off the bat.”

“normal, please. my bake sale shift starts in ten, and i’d rather not get the munchies and take in all the merchandise; my wallet can’t handle that.” he fished his wallet out of his pocket and pulled out a five, handing it to the older male. “how’s it going, anyway? how close are we to getting the rights?”

“I’m really lithe enough to be a ballerina, yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m all on board with this keg-stand business.” Showing all his teeth in a bit of a shark smile, Harris took a cautious half-step back from the suddenly too tall males around him. While he wasn’t sure whether they knew him or just saw a scrawny kid trying to get by in a big boys’ party, he knew he stood half a chance of making it out - at least, on his own. “Hey - you! My buddy! I was waiting for you, you know, I had to start talking to other people and making friends,” he griped, one hand closing over an unsuspecting person’s forearm as they walked on by, latching onto their momentum to get past the others. “Also you’re a lifesaver. Carson, is it? I think I saw you on stage the other day, when I was looking for… someone else.”

carson wouldn’t call his arrival “fashionably late” so much as “spending as little time at the party as possible”. and it wasn’t so much that he hated parties, but rather he didn’t want to run into a certain someone. he’d been dragged by his roommate so he “would stop fucking moping all the damn time”, though said roommate also ditched him within thirty seconds of arriving, leaving carson to wander around the party aimlessly, looking for any familiar face. he jumped when a hand latched onto his arm, turning towards the hand’s owner with wide eyes; his brain caught up to what the boy had been saying a few seconds later. “oh, yeah, hey! let’s go....this way!” he started leading harris away from the keg and towards the kitchen where there was sure to be more alcohol. “yeah, carson. not a problem. and it’s...harris? i think i’m supposed to record something for you next week? at least, that’s what my professor told me.”