tend to freak myself out !

                    OF COURSE SHE recognized him the moment she laid eyes on him, though instead of gasping in his attention she decided to play coy in front of the renowned artist. SPENCER HAVEN. although marla's knowledge of the male didn't expand farther than knowing he made music ( while also being able to point him out in a crowd ) she wondered if the reason he initially approached her was to have her dismissed from the event — after all, he was the HOST, and she snuck in through a side door without being noticed this far. at least she was able to indulge in several mixed drinks, she thought. ❝ excuse you ?? ❞ marla shifted in her stance, a twisted smile weaving onto her features, unsure of how to process his words. ❝ the last thing i need is a shirtless man standing in front of me — you know, you're a lot HOTTER in magazines where you don't have a DUMB mouth saying dumb things. ❞ if she wasn't being removed from the party before, then she sure was now, so just as quickly as she slurred her nonsense, she straightened her posture and sighed. ❝ i mean, SORRY. that was only, like, half serious. ❞

                    SHE LIFTED HER chin to meet the other's eyes and couldn't suppress the scoff that bubbled up from her throat upon indulging in his greek-like appearance. just her luck, right ?? still wobbling in place when she eventually drawled, ❝ if i stop on the liquor, then i'll just go find something ELSE to get me even more fucked up, ❞ before dainty fingers were snatching the cup back to her possession and sloshing the rest of it down with a few heavy gulps. she used the back of her hand to wipe whatever wetness remained on her mouth, then pressed the cup to his dampened chest. ❝ — but i APPRECIATE your concern. for a moment it almost sounded genuine !! ❞

                    ❝ IF MY BROTHER knew you were in my room right now, he’d probably kick your ass. ❞ sure, your friend scaling the side of your house and crawling in through your bedroom window could come across as stalkerish ( predatory, even ) but it was also a bit romantic, no ?? ❝ actually, he'd DEFINITELY kick your ass — what are you even doing here at this hour ?? ❞

                    HER SENSES CLOUDED with too much alcohol consumption and the blaring speakers guiding every sweaty body in the household to grind with one another, it seemed like no surprise for marla to enjoy her first mishap of the evening. the hardwood paneling was slick beneath her footing and within seconds her frail figure was striking into another, causing her own concocted beverage to soak the other's torso. ❝ oh, fucking shit — my bad !! ❞ she laughed it off, not knowing what to anticipate in response, though hopeful that she could get off easy and continue her night with no troubles. 

                   ❝ YOU ALREADY TOLD me that you don’t like me. ❞ arthur bit his cheek to keep the sadness from pooling out into his tone, and instead sounded much harsher than he’d anticipated. ❝ so, do you care to tell me what exactly you're doing here ?? besides stalking me, of course. ❞

HUTCH:       usually when the pretty girl ignores me it means i'm being ditched  HUTCH:       just sayin HUTCH:       it's all good u can make it up to me somehow right ??

CAED:       uhhh hey there's a pair of glasses in my backseat CAED:       idk if they're urs or if u need them ??? CAED:       would've texted u but i think u blocked me idk  CAED:       if u don't respond thats cool too ha

MARLA:       this rainy weather rly makes for a moody marla MARLA:       get ready to see some super angsty snaps all day long MARLA:       .. and poems  MARLA:       this is for sure poetry writing weather