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♡ JALEN THOMAS BROOKS the kelly clarkson show

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ ‘   could   be   worse   ,   could   be   some   sleeze   bag   who'd   take   advantage   .   ─   i   knew   a   friend   who   had   to   get   married   to   a   weirdo   ,   they   got   divorced   but   it   was   a   very   nasty   debacle   .   ’   arms   cross   over   chest   ,   cigarette   resting   on   ash   tray   .   ‘   you   have   some   time   ,   i'm   pretty   sure   i   implied   a   wedding   wasn't   in   the   near   future   ,   plus   your   mother   in   law   isn't   a   bitch   .   ’

          “ that is . . . so fucking bleak. please tell me your friend is off doing whatever the hell they want ? and had an ironclad pre - nup. ” which is something she would have to consider. a frown stretching across her lips. “ oh, no. my parents expect a wedding by the end of the year. that means all the fixings. wedding parties, showers, hell . . . they’ll make a spectacle out of our engagement shoot and engagement party. your parents in law are awful people that i dislike the idea of being related to them. ” she lets out another sigh, already craving another glass of wine. “ which means holidays at yours —— always. ”

꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ ‘   she   didn't   look   scary   when   we   first   met   ,   or   when   we   talked   on   the   phone   .   ’   a   sigh   followed   by   a   shiver   down   his   spine   ,   ‘   you   should   have   seen   her   .   .   .   maybe   she   was   on   a   drugs   .   ’   fingers   snap   as   if   he'd   solved   the   clue   .   ‘   yea   well   ,   i   owe   myself   dinner   i   didn't   even   get   to   order   ,   i'm   pretty   sure   they   set   the   bread   down   and   i   was   out   the   door   by   the   time   the   waiter   got   to   the   next   table   .   ─   alright   you   pick   dinner   ,   but   nothing   too   fancy   .   i   don't   think   i   can   wait   too   long   deciding   on   a   large   menu   .   ’

          tatum fails miserably trying not to outwardly judge him. her face scrunches completely. “ were you set up on this date ? how did you even meet her ? ” her eyes flick over to him, a lone brow raising. “ yeaaaaah . . . never let that person set you up ever again unless this was some dating app horror story in the making. then it’s all on you. ” head now fully turning to him in disbelief, mouth agape. “ you need a drink stat. how are we feeling on mexican ? we can get one of those massive margaritas and load up on the chips and salsa ? our usual spot ? ”

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ ‘   theoretically   yea   ,   but   i   think   dreams   are   cooler   .   they   can   be   silly   or   serious   .   i   mean   sure   being   a   doctor   is   a   dream   for   soo   many   people   ,   but   they're   goal   is   maybe   to   have   like   a   hundred   surgeries   .   ’   arms   shrug   ,   ‘   you'd   be   a   pretty   cool   race   car   driver   ,   although   you   wouldn't   have   met   me   so   i   don't   know   if   you'd   be   that   cool   .   ’   playful   wink   is   delivered   ,   followed   by   a   smirk   .   ‘   if   you   mean   running   a   coffee   shop   ?   definitely   not   ,   but   i   don't   think   i   trust   anyone   else   to   take   care   of   it   .   .   .   i'm   sure   my   parents   would   have   sold   it   to   someone   else   if   they   had   the   chance   too   .   ’

          “ silly or cool ? ” he echoes, taking a beat to consider her words. “ not going to lie to you ? daredevil - y things also appeal to me. like the people who do stunts on their motocross bikes ? a touch of danger. ” shoulders rise as if to mirror her. “ are you say you take up that much space on my cool meter ? what was i even giving when we first met ? —— actually . . . don’t answer that. ” he leans back into his chair, nodding along. “ then whoever buys it won’t ever get my order right and i would hate to stop supporting a local shop. but . . . what is your dream then ? ”

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ manicured   finger   points   to   other   seated   next   to   her   ,   ‘   see   even   he's   not   on   board   .   ’   arms   cross   over   chest   ,   ‘   maybe   this   isn't   the   best   idea   .   ─   let's   all   go   back   to   the   drawing   board   and   figure   something   else   out   .   ’   pearly   whites   hold   bottom   lip   in   between   ,   burrows   furrow   at   the   concept   ,   ‘   statistically   or   .   .   .   trending   wise   ,   probably   .   it   all   depends   on   how   well   we   sell   it   .   ’

          the room stills. it felt like the two of them were in a stand off with the their agents. “ god knows i’m a shit actor. they’re all going to see that it’s not real. ” more stares. jackson all but rolls his eyes before turning his attention to the poor soul attached to this deal. “ if we do this . . . and i really hate that i’m even considering this . . . what’s the best way to sell this ? we can’t just jump into this thing and expect people to believe it. ”

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸  ⤸ ‘   no   no   yea   i   can   really   tell   you're   heart   broken   about   the   whole   ordeal   .   the   dessert   with   candles   really   captivates   your   sorrows   of   the   engagement   ending   ,   i'm   almost   embarrassed   i   didn't   bring   you   flowers   to   celebrate   .   ’

          “ oh, bite me, wesley. ” a statement that would usually hold more vitriol than this, lacked any kind of heat. dainty fingers pinch at the bridge of her nose. “ sorry. the reality of it all just came crashing down on me earlier. and . . . ” the femme lets out a defeated sigh, further sinking into the chair. “ neither of us deserve to be forced into this. ”

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ ‘   ─   no   you're   not   understanding   what   i'm   saying   ,   the   look   in   their   eyes   was   super   scary   ,   very   beady   .   there   was   no   way   i   was   continuing   that   date   .   .   .   i   had   to   get   out   ,   which   is   why   i   called   you   .   first   contact   i   saw   .   ’

          “ did you plan this date with blindfold on then ? how’d you even agree to doing this ? ” it wasn’t like she minded that he called her but worried over the implications of getting caught with him. “ well, you’re lucky that my boss was in a good mood and let me come pick up your sorry ass . . . which you owe me dinner. i was about to dive into some very delicious looking chicken tenders. ”

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ ‘   okay   but   everyone   has   dreams   .   .   .   right   ?   there's   no   way   this   is   yours   right   now   ?   what   about   when   you   were   a   kid   ,   what   was   the   one   thing   you   thought   was   the   coolest   job   to   do   ?   i   wanted   to   swim   with   dolphins   at   the   aquarium   .   ’

          “ can’t dreams and goals be the same thing ? being a surgeon was always the dream if i can call it that. ” or was it more like the one thing that could satiate his boredom. “ i always thought racers were really cool. anything to do with cars really. mechanics, paint techs, nascar drivers. god, even the people who restore cars. ” he looks over at her, wondering where this was even coming from. “ what about your current dreams ? is this what you want ? ”

 ꙳   ‎༘  ⋮  ˓  ༝༚༝༚  ⤸ ‘   wait   –   i'm   confused   .   i   thought   this   was   a   meeting   regarding   the   upcoming   collab   .   .   .   what   i'm   missing   ?   also   why   am   i   a   part   of   the   narrative   .   it's   not   like   .   .   .   no   offense   ,   i   would   actually   be   seen   with   this   guy   .   there   isn't   time   in   my   schedule   ,   that's   all   .   ’

          this just as much of a surprise for him. “ none taken, by the way. i mean, i got called thinking i would talk to my agent about getting re - signed. now my pr agent wants to talk about my ‘ image ’ and how i can clean it up with what ? ” a lone brow raises at the people in the room. “ a fake relationship ? i’m sorry but, ” jackson turns to stevie. “ do you think this would even work ? ”

         knew his first mistake was finding himself in such close quarters with her, elephant in the room begging to let itself known, as it always had when they were concerned. except this time, dean decided to give her a little piece of the puzzle. “ if you didn't hear it the first time, 'm afraid i can't repeat it. ” and eyes are already giving her the answer without even speaking, “ anyone could come in and hear. can't have that on my reputation. ”

          so much for getting to hear his confession once more. the femme juts out her bottom lip, fingers trailing down his chest now. “ you’re no fun, dean. ” she knew exactly what he said, especially with how intensely he was looking at her. anyone with eyes would know how he was looking at her. “ and what reputation is that, baby ? scared to be seen with me ? ” she knew it wasn’t that. felt it deep in her bones that it wouldn’t be because of her. her hands now move to rest on the back of his neck. “ or is it you don’t want people to see how you be soft for someone ? ”

BRANDEN COOK as ALEXANDER JEFFERSON MASTERS OF THE AIR · part eight

         “ it's . . vague. ” is all she can muster up, casually taking a drink of her water that sat on the side table as she was still fighting the hangover that would bring the best down to their knees. “ i'm — pretty sure i made out with someone, though. ” lingers on every word, brain circling through patched memories. “ was you there? god, did i completely embarrass myself? ”  

          he tries to process what she just said. so she doesn’t know ? what has he done ? how was he supposed to tell her that it was him ? “ you don’t —— ” kit swallows hard, his palms already feeling clammy as is. a cursed is muttered while his hand rubs at the back of his neck. at this point, he couldn’t tell if the tension he felt at his temples was from stress or from the damn hangover. “ well, yeah . . . and i know exactly who you were making out with too. i wouldn’t say you embarrassed yourself. i mean the kiss was good and i — ” shit. shit, shit, shit, shit !

         can't mask the smile that stretched against his features when green monster came with a vengeance, “ careful, corrine. treading into caring territory. ” and since he chose to bring blonde tonight simply to unleash a reaction, quickly realized his plan was working well in his favor. “ she's nice, you know. i can introduce you. ” 

          a scoff passes through her lips. just what was he so satisfied about that he’s smiling over this ? it was the principle of bringing someone tonight to the party that she was hosting. “ god, you are such an asshole, travis. ” the blonde’s laugh echoed against the walls of home, seemingly loud enough to be heard over the music. “ oh, yeah. real nice considering she’s giving fuck me eyes to the poor guy by the alcohol. ” it doesn’t make her feel any better. if anything, it throws her self - confidence through the ringer. long legs that would easily be described as ones that go on for days. an easy going spirit that people were drawn to. that travis was drawn to. corrine swallows the pain and insecurities, steeling her nerves to show him that he couldn’t get to her. “ why’d you even come ? ”

[ TXT ] :   you can't tell anyone about this.

         she knew there was something clinging in his chest, strings pulled tight and padded with a deadbolt that made it almost impossible for anyone to unlock. if jolene knew better, she would allow him them both to part ways : file it under lesson learned, and spent the next few months eating ice cream and wiping tears while she ponders on what could've been. but that's the thing, she was stubborn — more stubborn than most, and heart tugged at the chance that this was something more than a silly different worlds romance. this was something real. and the last thing she'd do is go down without a fight. “ sounds like a lot of excuses to me. ” words fall in a simple tone, shoulders shrugging as head tilts to try and meet his gaze. pushed a soft sigh from her chest, finally directing her look to the ground between them, “ look — i know you think you're a nobody. that i'm expecting all this glitz and glamor. that your life is too fucked up to allow yourself to have anything good. ” she takes a step, hesitantly, a soft click of her heel hitting the concrete and she glances back up, “ i don't care about that, atlas. i don't give a shit about all these little things that won't matter in the end. okay? do you hear what i'm saying? ” brows furrow, heart racing as she tugs lesser between teeth, dropping arms down to her sides, “ so if you're just trying to make all these excuses to avoid telling me the truth : that you don't want me, then you're gonna have to man up and tell me. ” it's a dangerous move, and one that could ultimately damn her heart forever, but she didn't care. she just needed to know. “ tell me you don't want me. and i'll walk away. ”

          excuses ? it was his reality. one that was forged together the second he agreed to stay on the ranch. it was the one thing that kept him from forming any long lasting connections outside of those at riverline. he would hold anyone that was close to him back. that idea alone filled him with an insurmountable dread. atlas stood there dumbfounded, too stunned to speak. his eyes followed each movement, entranced and aching to have his hands hold her. hands flex on their own as a way to stop himself from reaching out to her. though, it gets harder to do just that when she invades his space. her warmth just inches away from him. her scent surrounding and overwhelming his senses. how could he ever be freed from her when she wakes up every synapse in him ? he hears her though. understands each word she says to him, regardless of his head fighting to disagree with them. “ i can’t. ” he rasps, looking into her eyes. his hands remain at his sides, chest rising and falling a faster rate. “ i can’t tell you that i don’t want you. i feel like i’m launching myself into insanity whenever i’m not around you. ” what was he doing ? he was supposed to put an end to this. not give her more hope. “ but how are you so sure that none of that matters to you ? is being with me enough, jolene ? ” it was his turn to take a step towards her now. boots that were way past well - loved now closer to her. his hand is brought up to tip her chin back so she can look fully into his eyes. “ because if it is, there is no turning back. you will be mine, just as much as i am yours. and i don’t plan on ever letting you go. ”