isabella taylor

𝙸𝚜𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 ➛ 𝟹𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 ➛ 𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 & 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚝 ➛ 𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝟺𝟶𝟾

        “ I TRY NOT TO THINK ABOUT MY ROOMMATE’S SEX LIVES IF I CAN HELP IT, so i prefer it when i don’t have to. ”   namely when they’re not doing it in his room, to the point where tommy knows about it. even if they’re good friends, there’s only so much he wants to know.   “ is there a reason i should take what you say more seriously ? ”

“Since when have you known me not to have expectations?” Even when she was at her most reckless, somewhere in the back of her mind, the cogs were turning and she was stuck trying to figure out how everything went together. Every calculated move. It probably wasn’t healthy. “Touche.” She had her there. And she was a little curious, but Ella would tell her if she wanted to. “Romance with women has never been my thing. It’s so much easier to get into a man’s head, and it’s fun.”

“So, you’re saying you were stalking me?” He turns the tables around, tilting his head slightly to the side, the smirk on his lips as always. “Three is just too lucky, huh?” He chuckles lightly. “Nah. I’d rather not spend any time with Ria, that’s all. Who’d you get paired off with?”

“Marifer? Good for you she’s hot,” Lou said with a tone of approval, not that Isabella wanted it no had asked for it. And Lou wasn’t a total Valentines Day hater; she did hope some of the matches worked out. “What have y’all been up to?”

“the hottest.” she agreed proudly. she was trying to keep everything friendly and wholesome, just like she had said in the survey, but she had eyes! “oh, just.. dancing, drinking– we have a little drinking game going on. one shot every time someone messes up on the dance floor, two when we find someone’s been stood up, one for every kiss– it’s endless.”

      “I’ll live.” Callie shrugs, making a sort of ‘c’est la vie’ expression — the only way she won’t let herself fully devolve into her own self-pity. “Oh?” She feels a twinge of guilt that she’s not completely sure what Ella’s referring to, but knows that if she needs to talk about it, she will. When she’s ready. Callie just hopes her friend knows that she’ll always be there to listen. “Heartbreak sisters.” She nods, laughing and placing her hand over her friend’s. “Enough of that sappy shit, now. You hungry?”

“Following you around like a lost puppy?” He quirks an eyebrow, shaking his head. “We just ended up in the same hallway, Isabella. I definitely would rather have you as a date again. We can’t be lucky twice, huh?” he jokes slightly.

“I’m not negative, I’m realistic.” That’s what all cynics said, that they were realists. “It’s better to expect to be disappointed and be pleasantly surprised than to expect something good and to be disappointed.” A justification that surprisingly made sense. “Depends what you’re opposite in.”

       TOMMY SILENTLY RAISES HIS BROWS IN HER DIRECTION, not sure what she means by holding his pants up, but he’s not interested enough to ask.   “ roommates who aren’t getting laid is a blessing in disguise. ”   especially when there’s four of them in a room, with very little personal space. he makes a face.   “ if that’s what you’re into. ”

      Calypso shrugs. “It’s whatever, I’m —” Used to it, she goes to finish, but decides against it and waves a non-committal hand. “Nope. We’re friends. It’s never been anything else, and there’s no reason to think it ever will be. But I’m okay with that.” Liar. “Plus, I think he likes someone else, so… Friends it is.” She offers a smile. 

“So is it going well with your match?” Lou asked the person nearest her. With her own boyfriend having graduated last year, leaving her alone this year, she couldn’t help but be a little nosy about others. “Who did you get?”

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“it’s going great.” she smiled fondly. to be fair, she was lucky with her matchmaking choices. last year had been levi, and sure it was awkward because, well, exes, they both had a good time there. and now with marifer? she was having a blast. even though their little drinking game had ended her on the side lines for a bit to try and recover with a bottle of water. “marifer.” she smiled. “i’m lucky, i know.” she said, tossing her hair behind her back.

“I feel like if you let them know right away then they could get together with other people who were also stood up.” Not sure if that scenario actually sounds better but it would be more of a matchmaking thing rather than letting people who got stood up simply remain stood up. “I’m normally not that much of a drinker, I mean I do love a good drink, but I’m not too into the whole blacking out and getting embarrassingly wasted thing.” She won’t judge those who are because she thinks they’re fun to be around, she’s just simply never allowed herself the opportunity to be that way. “It definitely includes you.” The way that the girls of Gallagher were all painfully beautiful was something Marifer thought about quite often. She would absolutely make out with all of them given the chance. “I sort of know how to tango, that’s as much as I’ve got to offer.” She’d taken a few classes back in San Diego with her friends, mainly as a way to meet boys. “I’m all down for winging it, though, sounds like less pressure.”