everything was beautiful and nothing hurt

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Hunter watched the boy’s reaction and quickly put his own hand out of reach, so naturally that it seemed like it was the most normal thing ever. He didn’t seem confused by his avoiding the handshake. Hunter did his best to make people feel comfortable around him, and as a psychology student, he didn’t find it hard to understand when someone wasn’t. 

Izzy tried to remember what he knew about the foods Hunter was listing off - he knew what tacos were, and he had a very slight idea about ratatouille from that pixar movie... But what the hell were risotto and linguine. They sort of sounded Italian, but he wasn't completely sure. He decided it would be better not to comment on the dishes - he didn't want to sound ignorant.

a party song (walk of shame)

Ben Had bought the motorcycle on a whim. One of his little sisters had told him that every good rockstar needed one, and so he'd bought it. It was probably the best desicion he'd ever made. Something about riding a motorcycle made him feel more free then a car ever could. He turned the onto the street where the restaurant was, and pulled up in front of Helena. She looked incredible, as per normal, in her shorts and artsy shirt.

"I’m a writer, man. I stay out until six a.m. drinking scotch-this is practically yesterday." Max laughed, taking another sip from the orange juice. "You seem a little manic," he said offhandedly, raising an eyebrow to himself. Ben was definitely angry about something. Whether or not it was actually directed towards Max made no difference-Max had learned to just roll with the punches when people got mad at him. Seeing as he had quite the affinity for pissing people off, he just had to deal with angry people sometimes, and he had learned that he should just ride it out whenever someone seemed to be in a bad mood.

Ben rolled his eyes dramatically, "I didn't think you would be such a stereotype, god. This is the 21st century, nobody does that shit anymore." He said, his frustration getting the better of him. It was people like Max who kept stereotype like that alive, and that was seriously the most annoying thing ever. Just because you had an artistic/bohemian/whatever style career didn't mean you had to act like what the movies portrayed. Case in point, he was a world famous rock star but he didn't snort cocaine off of strippers every night. Hell, he had never snorted anything off of anyone. "i’m not manic - I’m just awake." He knew that was a lie though - he was acting pretty manic. Whatever, it didn't matter. He would calm down eventually.

"Mama, I know a baby grows inside of you and that they come out of your belly button, but how do they get there?" //this just came to mind, and i had to send it for the meme. not sorry at all.

Callie laughed.  “Maybe someday, Sweetie.  I’d love to give you a baby brother, but first I need to find a guy who would stay and help raise him.  And you.”  Callie said wrapping her arms around her daughter and kissing her head.  “And we know how much of a handful you are.”  She said with a teasing tone.

"My brother and I won't need a daddy - you could be our mommy and our daddy!" Hazel Melody said matter-of-factly. She nodded seriously when her mommy called her a handful. "Yes, I know. I have to be since I'm a pirate." she explained.

"Mm. Thanks." Beck walked around to the bathroom, taking a moment to pee and wash his hands, but then running his fingers over the counter top, looking around. It was exactly how he would think it would be-plain and simple, no magazine nonsense or frilly things. Izzy didn’t seem to be the type to do a lot of decorating in useless places, and so, Beck opened the medicine cupboard. "Hey, do you have any Advil?" he called out, sorting through some prescription bottles. It was when he nearly dropped one, catching it just before it hit the counter that he realized what it was. Beck’s eyes widened, and he dropped the bottle, rushing out of the bathroom.

Izzy tried to remember if he had any pain medicine - he didn't usually buy advil because he had been told it could interfere with his meds. Speaking of that, he hoped Beck hadn't taken it upon himself to find it. Knowing what little he did about Marlena, Izzy figured it would be better not to mention his own mental health issues.