┅ iver blue wallace

“don’t you dare tell anyone that i attended this class or i swear to god, iver. it’ll lead to bad consequences.” he scowled, eyes gazing up at the other as he crouched down to roll up his mat. “but sure, i guess you can say i enjoyed it. it gave me a whole lot of views of those dudes in front of me. kudos to you, bud.” his tone was nothing but pure cheek, a smug grin plastering his lips.

“ hey, what’s wrong with yoga ? my classes are cool. ” iver tried, but he knew that being a yoga teacher to suburban mums and middle-aged women that can handle anything more strenuous wasn’t the coolest gig in the world. “ well, you’re coming back next week. until i can fill the class up, i need people in here to trick everyone else into thinking i’m good at this. ” he shrugged. “ you can stand at the front next time if that makes you feel better. but that just means everyone else is looking at your butt. ”

- name: mrs wallace.- ringtone: (x). lol.- last text: hey. just checking you’re okay, you didn’t pick up any of my calls? i’ll try again later. or leave a message or something. okay. text back when you can.- picture: 

- name: apartment mom.- ringtone: mary mary quite contrary.- last text: there’s a guy at work selling a chinchilla? thoughts? there’s definitely space in your room? let me know x- picture: 

tongue in cheek, she tried to figured out what to say without bursting out at him like she would’ve if this was about anything else. the last part of his statement she took to heart, even if it was her choice, other people critiquing it hurt. she took a deep breath and smiled. “i’m not saying that. i have no doubt ana will do something great with her future, she’s smarter than she lets on. i’m trying to say that she currently lives with me and has no intention on going anywhere in the fall and it– irks my parents, for lack of a better word.” reya shuts and locks her mailbox and smiles, trying not to let the chicken parm comment bother her but it clearly does, “i’m not in debt. my parents only paid ten thousand a year at princeton because they were the ones who wanted me to go to college.”

“ it’s none of my business. ” he said, raising his hands in surrender, “ you don’t have to explain. i don’t know why i said it. ” and he meant it. he did regret his comment, more so after seeing the defensiveness that filled her as a result of it. there was a lapse in conversation after that, a pause that made even the happy-go-lucky iver wallace feel uncomfortable. finally, he spoke. “ look ... are you still mad ? about everything that went down ? ” he asked her. it was an unfair question, one that completely put her on the spot. but anything was better than silence. and iver didn’t like unresolved issues. “ i just feel like ... we’re going to keep seeing each other. we live in the same building. you know ? we should probably ... ” he trailed off. what should they do ? he hadn’t a clue. “ ... i don’t know. ” 

as she finished rolling up her own lavender colored mat, jaslene glanced up when iver spoke, smile curving on her lips, before grabbing it and standing up. “thanks, but you can be honest i know i wasn’t the MOST graceful, considering my face almost ate the mat twice.” the photographer pointed out with a small laugh. “i did, you’re a great teacher, glad i finally got to join in on a class after you’ve practically begged me – i don’t know how many times now.” 

“ well, it is a delicious looking mat. very purple. ” he pointed out, his own mat being orange and tattered to pieces, “ begged you ? ha. sure. ” he teased. although, truthfully, he did want her to join. they went everywhere and done everything together. and, now, she was even coming to work with him. what next? " i knew you’d enjoy it. and, admittedly, it was fun having someone to laugh with every time someone fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. ” 

a small, seemingly meaningless comment he had overheard earlier on the bus simply refused to leave ryan’s mind and if he didn’t let it out, he was under the impression he might burst. “do you think walks on the beach are pointless just because it’s basically considered a cliché nowadays?” he asked out of the blue, much like he did many times, to the nearest person he could get a hold of. “i just think people limit themselves way too much these days only because others will say something isn’t cool. and let me tell you, walks on the beach are pretty damn awesome.”

“ here’s some life advice: if someone won’t walk along the beach with you, they’re not the one for you. ” iver advised him, deadly serious. iver considered himself a beach connoisseur. he loved everything about them. he grew up next to one and, as much as he loves the city, misses being close to a large body of water everyday. “ who cares if it’s cliché ? everyone does it for a reason, right ? i mean, it does depend on the beach, too. and the person, i guess. ” he shrugged, “ what’s got you thinking so deeply about walks along the beach, man ? has someone shot down your date idea or something? ”

“yeah, i’ve made it pretty clear a couple of times.” her eyebrows raised as she was taken back to the time where she broke up with him. “i totally forgot about that actually, and wasn’t at this same table ?” talking about their breakups didn’t really phase her as it was a reoccurring thing, or at least to her it was. she always broke up with him first and she feels like the day when he will do it will certainly be the end of the pair. “i’ve been good. y’know work has been kind of gruesome because i’ve been working night shifts, and that’s why i’m here.” she raised her hands, giving him a friendly smile and she looked around the place. “do you have a new girl ?” she could careless of how he was doing at that point as she wanted to know the yearning question, even if it may break her heart.

❝I’m sure you say that to all the girls.❞ Adi flirtatiously said, looking up at him from where she sat on her bright purple mat. ❝but, i do have an amazing teacher. so maybe,  you should accredit me being good to yourself.❞ Adi loved trying out new things, but she had to admit that her schedule was usually too tight to squeeze in yoga classes. but when she had walked into Iver’s apartment earlier, and had seen him stretching, she’d instantly decided she was going to become a regular student. even if it meant cancelling her fashion week plans. ❝I absolutely loved the class. does the class even have to end?❞

“well, of course. you think i’d be HERE if i didn’t?” ana replied a small smile as she tried to roll up their mat but failing. “you would think that by now, i’d be able to roll up a stupid yoga mat by now but no. i still struggle,” she sighed out in fake defeat. this was all a ploy of course. there was no doubt that iver was cute, which ana appreciated. a lot.

“Yeah, and you of all people need more plants,” he wittily replied and handed him the box, walking back into his apartment past all the other boxes he was sorting out. "Pass. Putting a bunch of dry, no-dressing vegetable in a bowl is not ‘making something’,” Jericho teased the blonde. He didn’t have much to begin with, because he liked to keep things simple; probably the most things he had is in the kitchen where he has pots and pans, a few plates, wine glasses, utensils, and other necessary kitchen items. Jericho decided to start unpacking that one first. As he arranged his wine glasses in the cupboard, he said, “I’d rather go through the trouble of arranging these rather than buying new ones. And I don’t need to find my center; I’m pretty well-centered.” Jericho didn’t really know if he was centered or not, to be honest he always found the phrase ‘find your center’ quite ambiguous and confusing, but then again he’s not really into all that yoga stuff his cousin is into. “Hey, are you gonna help or are you just gonna attract ants with all those crumbs you’re leaving all over the house?” He looked back, reminding Iver of what he came to do in the first place.

“ have you ever been in a good mood ? seriously. your favourite cousin comes to visit and all you can do is slag off his vegetables ? i’m not good at much, but i can cook a vegetable. ” he scoffed, “ remind me not to invite you over for dinner. ” as he spoke, he took his new box of cacti and placed them by the door, ready to take when he leaves. somehow, whenever he visited jericho, he always left with something new. in fact, most of the food in his cupboard once belonged to his older cousin. he loved his cousin. he really did. and he couldn’t have been happier that he’d made the move to st abery. but he loved his food too. “ i can’t work on an empty stomach. you know that. ” he continued to crunch away, even as he hopped up onto the kitchen counter, his long limbs swinging some way above the floor. “ i’ll supervise from up here. ” crunch, crunch, crunch. “ so, how's st abery treating you? have you been to the tower yet ? there’s a big whole foods behind it. they do great iced tea. would go real good with the pretzels. ” he half joked. “ no. seriously. how are you liking it ? ”

fuck. she thought to herself as he sat down at her table, but in all honesty she really wanted him to sit there with her. there was just something about him that she couldn’t resist no matter how many times he has wronged her, and every time they saw each other again the butterflies still happened in her stomach. her eyes rolled to the back of her head after she heard his statement. his sanctuary ? “ whatever, you never came back after you showed me this place anyway      or at least not with me for that matter.”  

Mari stretched out her back already sore from the class that she had just taken, “Please, I am as flexible as an 80 year old women,” she rolled her eyes before tucking her own mat underneath her arm, “and I know you say that to everyone,” she narrowed her eyes at him playfully. Quickly gather her stuff Mari moved to stand next to him, “I can’t believe you made me join you, first the plants all over the flat now this” she whined with a small pout, “but I guess it wasn’t all bad, you’re a pretty good teacher,” she paused, “I’m sure all those older ladies in your class agree too,” she raised her eye brows suggestively before playfully pushing him.

“ well, i don’t know many eighty year old women that can do that. maybe i’ve been hanging out at the wrong nursing homes. ” iver laughed, shuddering slightly at the thought of his grandmother in a forward fold. it would be a miracle if she didn’t crack her hip in half. “ you love the plants. they brighten up the place. and what have i told you about manhandling me ? ” he asked, theatrically stumbling backwards when she pushed him. “ watch it. ‘cause, if your sub-par yoga ability is anything to go by, you definitely couldn’t take me in a fight. ” he teased, putting up his fists like rocky. his theatrics were only interrupted by a loud, rumbling from his stomach. there wasn’t a time of day when iver wasn’t hungry, but after a class, he was always particularly famished. as proven by the loud growling erupting from his mid-section. “ right. stop flirting with me and help me put dinner on. i’m starving. ”

reya didn’t know if the last statement was a dig on the fact she had a degree and was a waitress, regardless if it was or wasn’t, that was a choice made on her part. “well i think her mindset’s a little different than yours. and our parents aren’t too happy. you can’t exactly boast at sunday brunch how two of your three kids graduated from the holy trinity and the third most recent is on the couch of one of the others.”

“ well. not going to college doesn’t mean you’ll end up on someone’s couch. ” iver pointed out, ignoring the fact that he spent the majority on his life on couches, vans and hostels. the tension surrounding this conversation was living proof of why their fling only lasted one, dreamlike summer. their mindsets were worlds apart. “ i mean, all that debt to bring people chicken parm ? ” he scoffed. but soon after, his eyes dropped to the floor, regretting the words that left his mouth almost instantly. “ sorry. ”