MY HABITS DIE HARD

                          and just like that,  for a split second, he felt trapped. he could lie and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, promise he wasn’t going anywhere and that this, this was gonna last. but he doesn’t, he’s just not that kind of an asshole. instead, silence persisted and eyes never strayed from the gory massacre on screen.  of course he was leaving, it was inevitable and they both knew it. what was the alternative? settle down here? and then what? remain fuck-buddies until they grew bored of each other? until one of them were stupid enough to suggest marriage or some other crazy shit like that?  instinct told him to tell her whatever she wanted to hear. lie after lie began to coil themselves around his tongue but he refused to speak any of them. surely they both knew what this was... just some meaningless sex with no feelings or strings attached         right?  if he thinks too much about it, that’s exactly the kind of shit that would trigger his flight reflex. but instead there’s a weak huff, a gut reaction. focus shifts from the screen and down to the girl half asleep on his chest. had she been fully alert she might have caught the beginnings of an endearing smile and the subtle quirk of a brow.   ❛  then you better keep my ass out of trouble.  ❜   soothingly whispered right before pursed lips connected to the top of her head.

            MATT  BEING  OF  THE  IMPATIENT  VARIETY ,  and not to mention the firm believer of only taking one trip, the stack of boxes that he was carrying all came crashing through the entrance. thinking he could take advantage of his strength, container after container had been added to the tower. it all went according to plan until he had to carry all that shit inside. naturally, the door frame was not designed for such a feat but momentum had already been gained and there was no stopping. unfortunately, there was no hiding his mistake either seeing has noelle would have to be both blind and deaf for her to not notice.   “ before you say anything, it was an accident, alright? ”   clearly this was not his fault. / @meliious

                     everything had gone according to plan;  pretending to plastered, starting a brawl, and finally, stealing the guy’s phone, wallet and car keys while everyone was distracted. however, what he hadn’t planned for, was her. she wasn’t suppose to care about some drunk fool getting knocked out and thrown out of the bar. no one else did, so why did she?   ❛  i’m sure... there’s always been two of you though, right?  ❜   the cheeky grin served as a reminder of a split lip, as well as the bleeding nose and the cut across his brow. the sharp sting quickly put an end to his amusement. matt would be the first to admit that things had gotten out of hand, but this would still be counted as an absolute success in his book.   ❛  stay over there, i don’t want any of my blood to get on you.  ❜ / @shehound​ / source

        “ only when i think they’re not home. ”   she doesn’t need the shotgun to be intimidating, the look given more than enough, hence his attempt to defuse the building tension with a shitty joke.   “ i don’t want any trouble, alright? just lookin’ for a place to crash is all. ”   and that’s when it hits him, the smell.   “ y’know, second thought, i’ll just... i’ll just get out of your hair. no harm, no foul, right? ”   hands partially raised in defense as a few steps back were taken as a precaution.

                   the lone wolf comment was too relatable and so his smile widened ever so slightly.   “ he’s lucky to have you. ”   spoken with a light-hearted chuckle as his graze drifted with hers, eventually landing on adam. he can’t help but to feel jealous, his own childhood harboring nothing but resentment.   “ do you mind if i go and say hi?  ”

                       THE CONFUSION GROWS,   brow quirking even more so due to her question. he stares at her dumbfounded, his lips pressing into a thin line as he contemplates.   ❛  — eh, spain?  ❜   that wouldn’t explain the weird-ass smell, but they grew lemons there, didn’t they? besides, it didn’t matter where she was from or what she was, the less he knew the better.

               returning without a shirt   for him to wear hardly came as a surprise. it was, however, a maneuver that made his subtle smirk grow into a grin.   ❛  it’s a good thing we’re not in public then.  ❜   as she approached, focus shifted to the parts of her that remained uncovered,   ❛  you should wear my clothes more often. they look better on you.  ❜   it was suppose to be a tease but it ended up sounding far too genuine. the random movie he had picked out was already playing, and yet the only thing he was able to pay attention to was her body leaning against his and the warmth it provided. a lazy arm was now draped over her shoulder while his face was partially nestled against her hair. it was odd how natural it all felt, as if they had been doing this for years.   ❛  ...that wasn’t an invitation for you to steal my hoodies, by the way.  ❜

                                          HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN,   but didn’t let it back out  ( at least not right away ).   ❛  — my bad?  ❜   his intention had never been to scare her, but he had just assumed she had registered his approach. obviously not the case as made evident by her reaction.   ❛  eh --- pretty fresh?  ❜   if he sounded clueless, it was due to the fact that he had no fucking idea.   ❛  what do you need ‘em for anyway?  ❜