❛ beauty queen in tears

Sometimes he seriously wonders if he ever goes back to finish studying at all. Lowell is not so sure anymore. He looks down to the worn out Adidas sneakers, the boring washed out blue jeans and the SUPERMAN shirt with a dark blue hoodie. “ Really? Does a law student look like that to you? ” He smirks and shrugs slowly: “ Nah, I’m eh, comic artist. I work on quite a few things but you need years until you can live from that. I only planned on taking one gap year from graphic design but I doubt I ever go back. But hey, my newly found twin is a millionaire so maybe she will come around one day and invest in me ” he jokes, knowing it’s unlikely to happen.

it’s mostly the mentioning of the wrong last name what causes her attention to slip over to the young woman that approaches. there’s an amused smile adorning her lips but she decides not to be brutal and correct the other in front of all these people. if they are lucky, nobody else really noticed. she’s clearly not the first to do the name wrong, no wonder since it’s from German origins. “ indeed, it has been a while. “  clerence agrees and balances the glass between her fingers. she never enjoyed this sort of parties, hated them indeed. her father used to drag her to them, taking sure she gives off the right appearance. now, with his death, she cannot just disappear from them. people would rumor. however, she took sure months laid between her first appearance after his death. “ quite a lot happened “ she agrees: “ and yet, I am hopeful you did not only hear this terrible gossip? i know half of the room waits for me to end up with loss of money. i imagine it however rather hard to lose the few millions left. i actually intend to go on with the plans i had. i soon finish my thesis and then hopefully, i consider picking up a job in a gallery. how about you? “ she remembers, the other had quite a habit to fall in love with majors like some women did with shoes.

“ I really have no idea what you are doing but it looks somewhat dangerous. “ Lowell steps over and takes the roll of paper away from the man. This could be worse though. Working in a bookstore is clearly not the worst job he ever had and Lowell finds himself enjoying random moments of avoiding work to flip through some books. Of course, they are the idiots only, mostly moving stuff out of boxes and sometimes on the shelves, taking copies for flyers and stuff like that. “ What sort of jobs do you usually do? “

      it took just about a bottle of champagne, for the young socialite to build up just the right amount of courage to approach Clerence. excusing herself, she stepped away from her group of fiends. giving off an aura of perfection, as she so elegantly walked across the room. her tiny black dress hugging her curves in the most complimenting way, working as a distraction from her slightly wobbly saunter. the false feeling of confidence wasn’t the only result of the champagne. “ Clerance Stiefwater, ” she beamed. sounding quite surprised, as if she hadn’t been keeping her eyes on the other since she arrived to the party. “ i haven’t seen you in ages. literally. ” pattie tilts her head, just a few notches to the side. the smile still present. “ how are you doing? i’ve heard your name on people’s lips all day. you’re the talk of the town. “

“ Well, I guess I am a lucky person then… ” he says, raising his brows but laughs. “ Well, I guess, I am as decent as a man can be? Hard to tell what decent is these days but I haven’t dated for quite a while so I think I’m safe. I’m Noel, by the way. ”

“Everything.. Everything is wrong.” Jesse spoke softly, almost whispering. “I can’t go back. I don’t wanna go back. I don’t fit in their perfect little family, Tegan. It’s driving me insane!. I.. I don’t fit anywhere…” Lifting his hand, he cupped her chin, and frightened brown eyes met her green ones. “I haven’t had a smoke in.. almost a week. Well, aside from cigarettes, but like, I’ve been thinking a lot. About you, about us.. The way it used to be between us..” he confessed, biting down on the inside of his cheek for a moment. “All this time I’ve been trying to find a place where I belong, a home… Home is where you’re supposed to feel safe, right?” Jesse rambled on, feeling his chest tighten everytime he uttered the word ‘home’.  “I.. I realized that the only time when I felt safe, when  feltanything, was when I was with you. Maybe.. maybe you’re my home, Tegan.” 

     thanks to good ol’ fucking hollywood, every girl out there thought dating a poet would be some kind of fairytale. that dex would be some kind of dream prince taken straight out of a woody allen movie, who would just sip french red wine and read e.e cummings out loud. it was almost like a weird fetishization. so understandably, dex had been a little (read: very) skeptical when his friends wanted to set him up on a blind date, but he had agreed to do so after their non-stop nagging. 

next thing he knows she’s standing in front of him, gorgeous as ever. she has this new glow to her. he feels a stabbing pain when it hits him that her new glow probably is because she’s free from him. it’s sad really, that ezar still loves the blonde now standing in front of him. it makes him angry and frustrated all at once. he’s not able to respond before her lips embraces his skin. the touch makes his knees weak and heart go crazy. it also makes his palms sweaty, just great.her kisses leaves his face feeling numb and body awkward. so much for owning his confidence. “hey.” although he’s trembling on the inside, he manages to keep himself somewhat presentable and confident on the outside. pro of being an actor. “i didn’t expect to get invited,” he shoots back, reflecting the smile painting her expression. “i’ve been great,” (lie) “focusing on my acting and yeah, living my life.” (more like eating icecream everyday, staring into nothing and complaining. the acting part was true tho.) “how about you? congratz on the new album, the stuff i’ve heard is really great. not that i expected any less - you’re an amazing artist.”

what ezar? you’ve been talking to your ex for what? one minute and you’re already giving her compliments? you’re not suppose to show too much affection, asshat.

noah stands up to lead her out, but grabs her hand at the door and motions for her to wait right there. “i’ll be right back” the boy went back inside, told the group he was going out for coffee and that he’d be back later. he reappeared outside the door, happy to see she was still there. “Jean learned how to play guitar when he turned 11– dad tried to teach him since he could walk. He really loves to paint, and even though he has a total asshole exterior to interviews-slash-fans-slash-groupies, he’s a complete teddy for anyone else. He likes to paint, and Jordan has seven cats and has eleven siblings. isn’t that crazy?” the merch boy gives the girl a smile before shrugging, “if ya want, we should go get coffee and i can give you some more info to spice up the piece of bread interview you got into more of a… spicy Italian, or…somethin’”