the more you love, the more it hurts.

ac looked at his own clothing for a moment before looking back at the other, “in all fairness fashion is definitely not my strong suit either—“ ac was the kind of person to buy a perfectly good shirt and cut holes into them simply because he saw it online once. “totally down to give my opinion though. what look are you going for?”

       ❛   i’m bored. let’s go get ICE CREAM.   ❜

“oh my god please, can we? i’m about to go blind.”

“what are you studying?” he asked with a tilt of his head. he didn’t know if her parents had high expectations of her, or if she had them of herself, but he was intruiged to find out. “why don’t we go for a drink, then you might be able to nap a little more soundly,” ac said with a small chuckle, standing up to grab his bag, “c’mon, you know you want to.”

“haunted, you don’t say?” ac asked, intruiged by her words slightly. “wanna pull some buzzfeed unsolved meets ghost hunters shit? attempt to record voices and whatnot?” he smirked back at her, leaning onto his elbows to look at her. ac wasn’t really that terrified of ghosts unless they had been proven to be some sort of demon, but even then he would just run the hell away from the situation and have a sudden epiphany of needing to go to church.

“excuse me— it was lit well enough. gotta have some form of aesthetic, no? or else it’d look like every other nude on campus.”

parties at the fraternity or sorority houses were always fun and brought either the best or the worst out of people but mads couldn’t deny a good night at the club. normally he’d drag a few friends with him though this time he went alone. howsoever you never knew who was around. jumping up on the bar counter which wasn’t allowed but rarely they cared. “next round is on me!” despite the loud music everyone heard it and cheered as the drunks they were and he jumped down to sit on the edge.

ac, while being friends with quite literally anyone he met, liked to do things alone sometimes. it was thrilling to him to go to somewhere where no one knew his name, and leave there making a couple friends— or even getting a number or two, he didn’t care. this one night, however, on an alone night to the bad, he happened to spot his best friend there. shaking his head, he approached the bar that mads had decided to stand on, “shit, you buying rounds? now i’m glad that i saw you here,” he shook his head, curls falling into his face. “now get down before i knock you off there bitch,” he said with a slight smirk.

“ would you be so KIND as to paint my nails for me ? “ the blonde pushes a small make up bag of nail polish towards them , “ if you want , you can even choose the color , i don’t mind. “ he flashed a shy smile , pulling his knees up to his CHEST and wrapping long arms around them. 

ac raised his eyebrows at the boy, a small grin on his face, “listen, i can do this for you — i can’t promise it’ll look good though. in fact i can almost guarantee that it won’t,” he took the bag into his lap, opening it up to look at the contents, “i heard accent nails are a big thing now— should i do that?”

attempted to make a gif set, don’t come for me lol.

I feel it coming // the weeknd

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