suh dude???

“I’d be happy to send you instead of me so you can pretend to my step-father’s perfect son for a night.” He offered with a light shrug. It wasn’t like he made any effort at the parties, the most he did was dress up, show up, and end up in a closet with one of the rich guy’s daughters for an hour or two. He rested his head on his hand, chuckling a little. “It’s like…well, I don’t know what it’s like. I guess I’m just…scared? I don’t know. I’ve had girlfriends before. I’ve loved the first one, but it wasn’t like…in love. I’ve known Gen for a while and everything that’s annoying isn’t really anymore and I fuckin’ hate it. She knows me. She knows my past. She knows things that make me tick and things that make me happy. She knows my passion and is 100 percent okay with a long distance thing when I graduate, but I’m fuckin’ terrified of that shit. I’m terrified of being in it for real and just screwing up like I’ve done with all the other ones. So I act as if I don’t care, it’s better that way for me. To hide behind all the girls I’ve been fuckin’ since we got back.”

“M’good, my own parents haven’t talked t’me in years, forget crazy step-dad’s that aren’t even my own.” He said with a sigh. Jesse listened to Alex talk, it was more or less a rant at this point about his feeling towards Gen, and every time he wanted to cut the other off he bit his tongue, letting him get it off his chest before cutting in. “That’s just ‘bout the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. What good is pushin’ her away gon’ be? If y’all love each other then y’need t’just give it a try, an’ if it doesn’t work out then y’know. What good is gon’ come of all of this fightin’ and shit that you two put each other through just so after it all y’can just say ‘what if?’ What if Gen’s the love of your life and y’let her go, on awful terms, just ‘cause y’couldn’t bring yourself t’try an’ be with her? You’re not gonna get her back if y’do that.”

“I believe in them just not the hunting of them.”

“So you’re a ghost advocate then? I approve, you’re a good one t’hang around with then, ghosts won’t be tryna kill ya.”

she groaned covering her face with her hand, “I swear I wasn’t trying to take one of you… I actually do like the whole sunset seen going on behind you.”

“But y’gotta admit, I was a great addition, right?” He asked, waggling his eyebrows at the other girl. “Go on, take your pictures, pretend m’not even here, even though m’definitely gonna be posin’ now that m’aware of the whole picture thing happenin’.”

“So you’re saying she did it on purpose? She’s not as innocent as we think?”

“That’s my theory. She knew what she was doin’. It’s like when girls go to ‘powder their nose’ and when they come back they’re puttin’ somethin’ in your pocket and next thing y’know you’re holdin’ a red, lacy thong, y’know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?”

“There’s a difference between being mean and not giving shit.” she pointed out, arching an eyebrow. She knew fully well that she was dramatic; after all, she was a musical theatre major, drama was her whole life. She smiled a little over his following words, giving him a small nudge. “My break was fine, I had a nice time to relax before I get my ass to work now. I don’t think I’ll have time to socialise for the next month or so.” 

“Yes, I know - an’ you’re mean, Bex.” Jesse was teasing her good naturedly, he really did love the other girl, but poking fun at her was one of his favourite things to do. “Well that’s what y’get. You crazy kids just takin’ months off at a time, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“It tastes like gooey Kool-Aid”

“An’ there’s nothin’ wrong with Kool-Aid, it’s good!”

At the thought of matching piercings, Bruno tugged at his earlobe, genuinely contemplating the idea. “You askin’ me to be your girlfriend then? Can we make it Facebook official?” He grinned but nodded, shrugging simultaneously as if to show that it wasn’t the worst idea. “I’ve always wanted to get matching tattoos with someone, thought it’d be pretty cool right, me and Luns have sorta similar ones but theyre not the same–” He pouted, actually legitimately pouted at Jesse’s words, a doe eyed look that he’d long since perfected on his expression. “I guess I’ll leave the southern charm to you then.”

Jesse rolled his eyes at the other boy, shoving him lightly for the teasing. “People who make shit Facebook official are gross an’ I don’t trust ‘em, so no, we can’t.” He said with a dramatic wave of his hand in Bruno’s direction, his version of what was supposed to be him flipping the other boy off. “Yeah? We really should then, I’ve always wanted a tattoo, can’t think of someone I’d rather get one with. Show me yours, where is it?” He asked, looking the other up and down. “Oh please, m’not charmin’, you’re just enamored enough with me t’think I am. But I think that’s adorable, so m’not complainin’.”

Etta: bc i can't bake??

Etta: this isnt very progressive of you

Jesse: NO because it looks like you created the devil

‘’ great, ‘s okay. don’t think ima be pukin’ anytime soon, ‘m jus’ warnin’ ya’.’’ pointing at him, kol slides a full bottle over. ‘’ don’t ask questions. just drink.’’

“Good, makin’ my night way less stressful.” Jesse said with a grin, reaching for the bottle and hesitating before taking a swig, wrinkling his nose after. “M’no light drinker or nothin’ but that shit tastes like gasoline.”

“Ugh, it’s a curse. Being labeled adorable was a blessing when I was little, but it doesn’t fare well for me now when I’m trying to seduce someone.” Her face scrunched up slightly as he pinched her cheek and she childishly stuck out her tongue at him. “…Oh, well in that case, yeah I do feel better. I’m always up for a challenge.–Tell me something, are you ticklish, by any chance? Just asking out of curiosity.” An impish smile curved up on her lips as she took a step closer to him. “Yes, you are.–Did you just say they look like shrimp? Oh my god.” Stassi burst out into laughter at the thought. “You wanna kiss me?”

“Just cause you’re adorable doesn’t mean y’can’t be seductive, right? M’sure you’ve got guys droolin’ over ya, I wouldn’t worry.” Jesse said easily, ignoring her teasing. “If y’tickle me I might just die on the spot. M’the most ticklish person I know. Don’t torture me like this, in the name of friendship.” He all but begged, already curling in on himself in anticipation. “Have y’seen what the people in Georgia look like? You wouldn’t be laughin’ if y’knew. - What was I not obvious enough before? M’completely infatuated with ya, Stass.”

     “no, i did not! what, you thought i was ignoring you? jesus.”

“Well y’weren’t answerin’ me, what was I s’posed t’think?”

He laughed and nodded. “I’m so glad you agree with me for once.” He lightly joked before looking at him. “Rich parties. Cocktail parties. The things I hate more than anything.” He nodded lightly, inhaling as he down his drink as he talked. “No, you judged me just right, Jesse.” He admitted, looking at his glass. “I’m an egotistical bastard who can’t commit.”

Jesse bit his lip as he listened to the other boy talk, shrugging lightly, attempting to seem casual and not show how completely jealous he was. “Sounds kinda fun, actually. I’ve always wanted t’get all dolled up an’ go to a big fancy party with loud, obnoxious people. My kinda scene.” He trailed off, looking over at Alex. “Yeah but y’genuinely care for her, which is more than I originally thought. I don’t like that you’re hurtin’ her still, but I also just don’t get why y’do it.”

Violet looked over at him, sighing softly, “I don’t quite know how you can help though love. How does one let people know that they can’t mess with her when she feels like they can?”

“S’what I’m tryna tell ya, babe. Even if y’feel like they can touch ya, y’gotta pretend like they can’t. Listen, I’ll make you a deal, I’ve got your back no matter what and I’ll make sure no one steps on ya until you can hold your own, yeah?”

Marisol: your face is bad for my health

Marisol: wow no i'm only joking your face is beautiful

Marisol: cronuts are weird

Marisol: oh my god i didn't TELL her wtf do you take me for how would that conversation go

Marisol: hey nice to meet you we're related you're my sister!!

Marisol: by the way I stalked you on facebook so I'd know what uni you were going to and followed you here??

Marisol: she'll file a restraining order

Marisol: all i ask is that you constantly validate me and tell me i'm pretty every minute of every day

Marisol: NOT that hard

Jesse: i was almost offended u saved it ily

Jesse: WELL IDK

Jesse: she's kinda dramatic and shit i bet she'd appreciate the situation

Jesse: when're you gonna tell her??????? in 2050??

“I’m not very good but I could play you a song if you’d like. I can’t sing though so I’ll leave that part to you.”

“Sure kiddo but I sound like a dyin’ cat when I sing, so make it a good one at least. Like Wonderwall.”

“Oh my god, why is it so freaking hot in here. I’m sweating from my scalp.” Axl huffed, moving some of his damp hair from his face as he looked around the room. There was nothing wrong with the temperature of the room. He was nervous because he heard hear stories of the Greek system and he was terrified that they were going to take one look at him and instantly hate him. “Do you mind turning on a fan or something? I’m baking over here.”

“Dude what’s your problem? Do y’have that thing - do y’sweat more than a normal person? I know that’s like, a thing. It’s not even cold in here, stop sweatin’, your overactive sweat glands are freakin’ me out.”

“Can you frats please step up your party game? Finals are coming up and I need to get my mind off of all the freakin’ work I have to do. C’mon, let’s brainstorm themes… Any ideas?” 

“I’ve been tryna get a Hawaiian themed party goin’ for ages now, but no one seems t’be into the idea, even though I think it’s pretty genius.”