☾* young god

The girl bit on her bottom lip when she heard Cruise’s voice. “Oh well maybe stepping closer would you know…help you…uh help you see better…” she chuckled.

“Doesn’t that hurt? Drawing on your eye like that?”

she shrugged, “probably. i didn’t stick around long enough to find out.” she huffed, “it was that intergalactic one, you know? the sparkly one. that one’s my favourite, just so y’ know.. for future reference,” she smirked.

“can’t believe the nerve of that bastard. why would he give me up for you?” a playful expression decorated his gentle features as he awaited the girl’s response. “i will be sure to keep that in mind when i go shopping for my new girlfriend.”

“Is my eyeliner smudged? Ugh, I hate when I screw up.”

Cruise took a step closer to the female, leaning in so he could thoroughly inspect her eye makeup. “All I see is a black line.”

she smirked at his initial response, “don’t worry, he wasn’t cute. one of those gross old ones with his pants always hangin’ too low,” she shuddered. she scoffed, reaching out to push his shoulder at his next response, “shut up. it was a pretty one, too,” she pouted, her lower lip jutting out as she scorched closer to the other.

his eyes widened at her reply, “was his name kurtis? because that was the same fucker who hit on me last week!” he laughed gently as he wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her closer. “was it? did it have a pale blue base with pretty little white stars on it that made your tub look like the american flag?”

“It’s the stuff they inject into dead bodies so they don’t start decaying immediately. But thank you!”

“That’s weird as fuck. Why were you at the morgue?”

“so i had a shit day,” she sighed, flopping onto the seat next to the person. “my car broke down, had my ass grabbed by some sloppy mechanic, and on top of it all, my lush bath bomb went missing. i need champagne,” she sulked.

"who was this mechanic? i want his number so i can personally kick his ass,” cruise raised his eyebrows at the girl, chuckling slightly as he listened to her complain over such small things. he gasped dramatically when he heard her last complaint, “not the fucking bath bomb! what kind of asshole would steal such a thing?”

“roughly speaking, they say if you apply the same pressure you do when you’re biting a carrot, you can actually bite your own finger off. so this is me advising you to stop biting your nails. besides, it’s just gross.”

“dad? is that you? have you come from the grave to haunt me with RIDICULOUSLY boring facts?”

“Excuse me? This is really weird question, but do I smell like embalming fluid? I was in morgue helping Dad all morning and I showered and everything but the smell just lingers and I figured that’s not the impression I wanna go for on my first day..”

“I have no fucking idea of what embalming fluid is, but I can assure you that you smell beautiful.”

he shrugs, hesitant on walking away at first and wipes at his marked face. “–what? he hit me first” joel mumbles “didn’t wanna’ have to see it – shouldn’t have looked.” he simply states. “oh and i’m not sorry so tell the principal if you want i dont care.”

raising an eyebrow, the boy stared at joel through curious eyes. he was a bit confused as to why joel would even begin to think cruise would ever tattle on him    especially when he himself was holding a bottle of vodka. “why would i tell the principal? i’ve a half empty bottle of alcohol in my hands, and quite frankly, i’m a bit tired of hearing that old bat give me the ‘you’re better than this’ talk.”

Callie Torres meme: favorite quotes [1/?]

Have you ever craved love before? I have. I do. Almost every second of every day. Not even from anyone in particular. I often see couples together and it is almost as though they can’t go even a mere second without touching each other. I want that. I want someone to not be able to function for one second without feeling the touch of my skin.