i wanna be your lifeline.

STEPHEN KALYN getting ready for the off campus premiere

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Chandler's expression sits somewhere between full-blown disgust and horror. Spencer's always been on one, but this seemed to be the baseline for him. Chandler sighs, grabbing Spencer's phone in a swift motion. "You're so fucking weird, man," he mutters. "Ok, let me see it, actually. Quit bein' a bitch, turn around." His laughter breaks through his words. Chandler lets a hand settle on Spencer's good shoulder, maneuvering him to get a better look at the fresh wound. "Oh, gross," Chandler frowns. He stares for a second before taking a picture. "Yeah, man, that's fucking gnarly."

"not weird, i just like people feeling bad for me. the attention fuels me." he's not entirely bullshitting chandler. he likes having as much attention on him as he can, so of course he was gonna milk the most out of his injury. spencer had been shutting himself in his apartment the last few days, and chandler was the first person he'd seen since he got hurt. he was the only person spencer could actually feel comfortable around right now. "well no shit it was gonna look fucked up." the ache of not being able to play for months crept inside of his chest again and it made him want to hurl. "you gonna keep staring at it or you gonna give me my phone back? i wanna order food, i'm fuckin' hungry."

dallas has always been someone casey regarded highly. fun banter, nights laughing while shedding gear in the locker room, too many beers on nights out with the team– all of it only ever seems to drag her closer. dallas says she looks green, and the winger shakes her head again. “absolutely not.” another laugh, another bright grin. casey keeps telling herself that this is just friendly, that there’s nothing more to it, but the idea of someone else in dallas’s space, all flirty eyes and banter, kind of makes something tight twist in her chest. maybe she should do something. dallas doesn’t protest how close she’s gotten, so casey takes that as a sign. she reaches for the other player’s hips, and pulls her closer. “you can keep saying you don’t believe me, but that doesn’t make it true.”

dallas rarely let people get as close as specks was to her. it wasn't fear of being hurt, it was the fear of potentially losing someone that meant a lot more to her than she let on. but there was something so special about having the other around her as much as specks was and dallas was starting to feel greedy with her time. "hm, okay. if you say so." goosebumps rose all over her skin when she noticed just how close casey was to her. inside, all dallas could think about was the fact she wanted her closer and closer until there was no space left between them. before she knew what exactly happened, specks' hands were on her hips and her brain short circuited. "i..huh?" dallas stuttered over her words. god, how fucking embarrassing was she? "yeah..i guess you're right. it's true."