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It was incredible how quickly he went through high school, and while he was looking forward to graduating and moving on with his life, Damon felt as if the years had just rolled on by. A part of him wished that he had the ability of turning back time, that way he could spend his years focusing on what really mattered. Friends would certainly come and go, and whether your fellow classmates liked you or not wasn’t something that you should spend too much time worrying about. No matter what you did, whether you were a jock or spent most of your time in the corner of the library, someone would always dislike you. Someone would find a reason to push you up against the lockers, or even make fun of your low test scores. He went into the school thinking that he could have a ton of friends and be happy because of that. Truth was, those popular kids only liked a version of Damon that he spun for them. The version that was so unlike himself, and if they knew the real him, there was no doubt that they’d ditch him in two seconds flat. All of these thoughts were pushed towards the back of his mind once Sebastian opened the door, and Damon couldn’t stop his gaze from travelling to the other’s outfit, and eventually back to his eyes. Wow. “Same goes for you. You look really, really good.” He admitted with a laugh, nodding his head as he walked into the house. “Right, I almost forgot. Uh, I got you a… boutonnière? I think that’s what they call it.”

      She wasn’t even sure why she decided to tag along, especially because it was painfully obvious that the brunette wasn’t having any fun whatsoever. When a couple of her friends ( although, she would’ve preferred to call them strangers ) asked her to join them at the carnival, Evelyn simply shrugged her shoulders and accepted. However, she was quickly realizing that she made a terrible mistake. As she expected, they walked around and spent their cash on overpriced food and spoke about all the guys in cargo shorts that surrounded them. She listened to their conversation for a good twenty minutes before she finally pulled out her phone and her earbuds, and went back to pretending like they didn’t exist. She was trailing behind her group of friends, and because Evelyn’s gaze was fixed solely on the device she held in her hand, she bumped into a few people as a result. Lifting her head, she couldn’t stop the heavy sigh from slipping past her lips once she realized that was now in the middle of a fairly large crowd. “Chelsea?” She was aware that that her friend probably wouldn’t hear her, which is why Evelyn continued to push through people. “Move out of the way.” She hissed under her breath, and before she could take another step further, a soft hand came in contact with her own. Her brown hues immediately looked down at their interlaced fingers, and that’s when she realized that whoever reached for her hand was definitely not Chelsea. She resisted the urge to laugh at the blonde who rambled, quite adorably so, but Evelyn wouldn’t admit that. “Or I could’ve been the one trying to kidnap you. After all, I am still holding your hand.” She teased, her eyebrows furrowing once the other mentioned something about her date. “I don’t know. I mean, he’s probably up ahead with my friends or something, though.”

i want to roleplay a broke couple. and when i say broke, i mean broke. living paycheck to paycheck, having the lights turned off and having no choice but to live in the dark until the next payday, buying a shitty prepaid phone because the phone bill was too high so it got turned off, coupon clipping on sunday mornings and stretching every penny they have at the grocery store. making weird meals with the stuff hidden in the very back of the cabinet….fighting about money and decisions they’ve made that got them there, but banding together and promising to make it through it, the whispers of comfort through the night. ugh. give this to me.

“wow, you actually picked a song that i know the lyrics to. i’ll sing it, but only if you sing something by fall out boy. i don’t really care what, just pick a song that you know. can aliens just take me away right now? obviously i have a lot of questions to ask them.”

He knew that he had so much to say to Carson, but now that he was standing out in the hallway, in front of her door, Damon was at a complete loss for words. There was no doubt that it would be difficult to explain what happened with her cousin, and he wasn’t even sure if he could get through the entire thing without making a fool of himself. However, now that he thought about it, there was still a possibility that she would want to leave and take the job offer, and if that did happen, he would simply put on his best smile and wish her the best. Although, he genuinely wanted her to stay. Perhaps it was selfish of him to even think of that, but maybe it was time for Damon to want something for himself. The only reason why the two of them weren’t together was because they didn’t want to hurt someone that they both cared about. It seemed that despite their obvious efforts, that ended up happening anyway. The breakup wasn’t as bad as he originally assumed it would be, though he knew that Carson’s cousin was doing her best to put on a brave face. With a shaky breath escaping from his chapped lips, he knocked on the door a few times, immediately shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

          DAMON WAS BEGINNING TO QUESTION nearly everything about himself. she left him without any reason whatsoever, but there had to some sort of explanation. perhaps damon didn’t do his part as her boyfriend, and didn’t necessarily care about her as much as he should’ve. however, as he looked back on their relationship, he came to the conclusion that he gave his ex-girlfriend everything. he’d buy her anything she wanted, even when he was dirt broke, and he’d do anything that she requested of him. damon followed her around like a lost puppy most of the time, albeit he figured that’s what being in love would do to a person. still, he somehow convinced himself that he could’ve done more for her. damon rarely spoke about his feelings, or even about his family, and that pissed her off quite often. she wanted nothing more than for him to be open and to be honest with her, yet damon couldn’t bring himself to. there was a lot of things that he wasn’t comfortable talking about, a lot of things that he knew would scare off the average person, which is why he kept it all a secret. chances are that if she knew everything about him, she would’ve left him way earlier than she did. “yeah, i suppose you have a good point. all i can do is assume why she left, but i’ll never really know. maybe i wasn’t enough, or maybe i just wasn’t what she wanted. either way, there’s nothing that i can do about it now. she could be on the other side of the world by now or something.” he laughed under his breath, although he quickly stopped once she reached and placed her hand upon his arm. it was comforting, but just as he was beginning to grow familiar with her touch, she pulled away. “very impressed. a little surprised, but impressed nonetheless.” he admitted, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. her attempt at reassuring him was surprisingly working, and the corners of his mouth began to tug themselves into a larger smile. “you’ll make sure of it? that almost sounds like a promise, but don’t worry, i won’t hold you to it or anything.” he paused for a moment to take a sip of the alcohol he held in his hand, continuing shortly afterwards. “what about you? what was your last relationship like?”

Damon had never been the kind of guy who did anything in advance. Whether it was simply an assignment that was due, he wouldn’t start working on it until the very last day. However, he realized that with prom, he was treating the event differently. He picked up his suit earlier on in the week, and managed to borrow some money from his mother to buy a rather expensive tie. The piece of clothing had been lying on his bed for a few minutes now, and even though he knew he should’ve been dressed already, Damon found himself pacing around his room. With his lip caught between his teeth, the male tried to reassure himself that there was nothing to be nervous about. His best friend was his date, and he was pretty sure that most of the school would see them arrive together, and while it may not have seemed like a big deal, it was for Damon. Taking a deep breath, the male hurried and picked up his suit, carefully putting it on. His brown hues scanned over his appearance in the mirror, and as he uttered a quick goodbye to his mother, Damon was out the door and made his way to Sebastian’s house. It didn’t take him very long to get there, considering that he became familiar with a few shortcuts, and within minutes he was already pulled up in the other’s driveway. Stepping out of the vehicle, he ran a hand down his suit to smooth it out some. With a heavy sigh slipping past his lips, Damon knocked on the door a few times, taking a step back as he waited patiently with his hands behind his back.

honestly just give me a verse where muse a literally saves muse b’s life whether it’s something major like they saw them getting mugged in an alley or kept them quiet during a bank robbery or something smaller like muse b was texting when a car was coming and muse a pushed them out of the way and now muse b feels indebted to them and muse a is super grumpy and doesn’t like hanging out with people and gets into fights a lot and definitely doesn’t want muse b around at all and keeps telling them it’s not a big deal and to leave them the fuck alone but muse b is relentless and keeps leaving things like cakes and presents at muse a’s doorstep ( “first of all how the fuck do you know where i live second of all your cookies were dry goodbye” ) and eventually muse b gives up until a few months later when they’re in danger AGAIN like some guys start bothering them while they’re walking home and muse a is like jesus christ do i always have to save you and then it just becomes muse a being super protective over them but definitely doing so with a big ass frown

“you do, but because i’m nice, i’ll listen to them both. okay, but you better choose a song that i actually know, otherwise my performance is going to be even worse. that’d be pretty cool and everything, but i don’t think that aliens speak english.”

          HE HADN’T EVER IMAGINED THAT his ex-girlfriend would leave him, especially not for another guy. damon could only assume that she ran off with him since she didn’t bother in saying goodbye, and that thought alone was impossible to push towards the back of his mind. as much as he knew it would’ve hurt, he wished that she could have done him the decency of telling him the truth. it wasn’t until a few days before her departure that damon discovered she was seeing someone else. he couldn’t even begin to explain how utterly betrayed he felt, yet for whatever reason, he found himself unable to leave her. perhaps he was trying to convince himself that he could somehow make it work with her, that despite her unfaithfulness, she still cared about him. however, he was soon proven wrong. the male was doing all that he possibly could to forget about her, so when delainey offered him some whiskey, how could he even think of denying her? he made sure to limit the amount of alcohol that he consumed, yet it seemed that his maximum was slowly increasing as the months rolled by. he was desperate, and all he wanted was to make himself forget about her. “i think i made a mistake by loving her. i don’t really let people in, and maybe that has a part to play in all of this, but i feel as if i trusted her when i shouldn’t have.” he was thankful for the memories, although all that he was left with was those and the aching feeling in his chest that refused to leave. he watched as the female who sat beside him downed the whiskey almost effortlessly, and damon couldn’t help but allow a smirk to grace his features. it had been quite a while since he had some company, and even longer since he had someone around who listened to him. she was a stranger, and they still only knew very little about one another, but he was glad that she decided to knock on his door. “it’s okay, i guess. some people just aren’t meant to be together. you imagine this future with someone, and then you come to realize that maybe your future doesn’t involve them at all. it’s hard to accept, and even harder to simply forget about someone that you cared about so much.” he paused for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. “i don’t know how people get through this.” and with that, he picked up the small glass of whiskey and allowed the alcohol to slip through his lips, and despite the initial burning sensation, it made him feel more comfortable.

“both? are you kidding me? fine, just – whatever, i’ll do it. i highly doubt that my ears will be in any pain, and if they are, it’s because i’m listening to myself. we have to decide what songs we’ll be performing for each other, though. well, it’s a possibility that they call themselves humans and consider us aliens, so i don’t really know.”

She wasn’t particularly fond of the idea, yet here she was, giving Silas a chance to make things right. Lydia was normally radiating positivity and she was even unbelievably optimistic every now and then, but now was not one of those times. She didn’t truly believe that Silas could fix things between them, although she gave him the opportunity nonetheless. “It’s busy today, isn’t it?” She inquired, an eyebrow raised as she stared at him from across the table. The coffee shop was quaint and was fairly reasonable with their prices, yet it was also extremely crowded. “Can I ask you a question?” The words escaped from her mouth before she could think about it, and she couldn’t help but avert her gaze towards her coffee while she stirred it. She expected things to be awkward between them, however it certainly didn’t help that she was still angry at him as well. Lydia presumed that she did a good job at hiding this due to the blank expression that seemed etched upon her complexion, but she had a feeling that the male could look right through that and see just how uncomfortable she was.