we're falling down

           Brendan laughed when he seemed to catch the girl off guard, shaking his head. “Yeah, I get it.” Resting his elbows on the table in front of him, he laced his fingers. “Hopefully yours aren’t too rough, yeah?” He asked the stranger with a smile.

"I mean, my final grade isn't going to make or break my career, it'll just get me a better job." She snickers slightly, "I'm going to be a chef, so a degree would certainly help, but It's not completely necessary to get a cooking job. I just wanna go far, ya know?"

                      “I’m sick.” Natalie said, her voice weak and brittle. She could see her breath in the cold air as she waited for them to speak up. She probably wasn’t being clear enough, but she was trying her hardest. She wasn’t just any kind of sick, it wasn’t exactly something that could be cured. She was dying, and getting attached to people wasn’t going to help anything.

"Sick? Then why aren't you at the doctors?" His brow knits together. The way she sounded, it sounded serious. What was she doing standing here in the cold saying her was sick. She needed to get to the doctor so they could help her. "I'll drive you. Let's go." He motioned her towards the car. 

you're hilarious, now come be hilarious over here and make me food while doing so?

@urboydarian: buuuutttt id ont wannnaa.. make food that is.. maybe ill come over

           ”What?” Brendan asked, bringing a hand up to rub over his cheek. “Is there something on my face?”

Janelle had fallen into a gaze, not even realizing she was staring -- until she heard his voice. "Huh? Oh." Shit "Sorry, no." She laughs, "Finals have fried my brain."

That was good, I'll give you points for originality

@urboydarian: im so funny it kills me

Who'd you see?

@urboydarian: everyone i looked at *ba dum tiss*

The shock that surged through Mae when Darian told her she was right was almost as overpowering as the anger was. She heard the silence and was waiting for more excuses, not that she was right. Her golden eyes looked back into Darian’s and she reached up to gently hold onto his jaw bone. “You don’t want to lose me,” she muttered softly to him, “That’s why you do it.” Her eyes were swollen and reddened from the tears that fell, but the loving look in her eyes told a different story. “I mean, how many times do I have to tell you, Darian? I love you. More than the sun wants to meet the horizon, I love you.” She let her soft thumb run over her boyfriend’s cheek gently and a small sigh fell from her lips. “You will never lose me. For once, just don’t get mad. Quit getting mad. There’s never a reason to get so mad, baby.”

Feeling Maelyn's soft skin against his jaw was enough to send chills down his spine. Everything about this girl made him feel things he never expected to feel with someone, and now he was feeling them all at once and it was a bit overwhelming. She's right, he doesn't want to lose her. Losing her would be losing a part of himself and he wasn't prepared for that, not the least bit. Mae's sweet soft voice played through his ears like a million angels, and her words made him weak. He looks into her tear filled eyes and again he begins feeling regret, for being so terrible to her. He never wanted to make her cry but it seemed like he always did, -- She deserves so much better. "I love you Maelyn Grace Field." His lips met with hers, kissing her gently to try and make up for all of this, and because he loved kissing her so much,

Isabelle, noticing the direction in which the conversation was turning, answered with a simple, “Yes —— but I’m more of a night person.” before she returned her gaze onto Adam as a small giggle erupted from her pale lips.

"Night time, -- Yes. I love night time." I love night time? What the hell. Adams lack of ability to talk to girls was really proving true. 

"I mean, there’s nothing to see if you’re wearing— well, not nothing. At least, I hope not.” Belle, stop talking. 

Adam isn't so well when it comes to girls, and figures he ought to change the subject before things begin to creep into his mind and really draws attention to his fly. "Uh -- The weather is just lovely today." That's what I come up with? The fucking weather?