And I tried to buy your pretty heart but the price too high

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chris has never been very good at sitting still, not back in school and especially not when he’s faced with situations where he HAS to stay still. “you wouldn’t dare. i need a smoke. you’re really fucking slow,” the male groaned, throwing his head back, before he remembers once again, he’s not supposed to do that. “just draw some boobs and pretty curls on me, that would make me look proper french !!”

the WHINE has the pencil stilling on the sketching pad   &    kaleem’s gaze completely shifting away from his work. ❝ try me, ❞ he challenges, but between his uncaring nature and ‘WHO GIVES A FUCK’ attitude, he hardly sounds threatening. ❝ you don’t have tits, ya flat-chested moron. i’ve dated french. ❞ he WAS french, ❝ can i bum one? i tried to charm the corner store guy into givin’ me a pack for free, but he didn’t appreciate me pushin’ my ‘GAY AGENDA’ onto him. ❞

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her eyes slipped close in a brief attempted to compose her bearings. the shift from anxiety to humor was enough to tilt her resolve. a soft huff slipped past her tongue as gave up and a spark of amusement twinkled under her lashes. “no you won’ t lose your arm.” tossing aside the cleaning treatment, she focused instead on wrapping it up with a loose gauze. “ and don’t let the movies fool you, hooks are very impractical.”

❝ you don’t have a hook for a hand, do you? you can’t speak from EXPERIENCE , ❞ he said, though his words weren’t anything more than teasing. ❝ i’m goin’ to have to leave here and put my arm in a swimming pool or somewhere bacteria jus’ waits to get you. call me LUCAS,   THE HOOK HAND MAN -- i’ll probably be hired to act in a new edward scissorhands movie  ; johnny depp better watch his back. ❞

it was the first one she took seriously, boys were trouble for her. she had no idea how to go about them, how to talk to them until she met lucas. bexley was more then comfortable around him, hence the fighting, the pettiness that didn’t seem to stop, and how she acted towards him when things didn’t go her way. “i just can’t take it.” her words were whispered, more of a mumble toward herself. it wasn’t him, it was her. she knew they shouldn’t be going on like this but it’s all she knew. as her wrist fell, bexley looked at his hands now his pockets. she wanted nothing more then to grab his hand and hold it. “i’m not going to do that, hand me a drink.” bexley was stern, she knew what she wanted. she didn’t want to feel anything, not for the rest of the night. “where else would i go.” shrugging her shoulders, she tipped the shot down her throat. the cold liquor burning her throat. “might as well.” another agreement, two times in one night. she was on a roll. 

all it took was a sip of alcohol before all the symptoms of WITHDRAWAL started rushing to the surface. his brother’s voice was at the back of his mind, reminding him CONSTANTLY that he should be working towards staying sober for longer than a week ; it’s been a week and some odd days   &  he doesn’t know if he would have lated any longer than this. ‘ don’t FUCK UP, baby brother ’  he feels the words coming to the tip of his tongue and even says his response out loud, ❝ goin’ to GET fucked up. ❞ he doesn’t know if bexley would understand anything past the fact that shots were being placed down on the table in front of them, or if she would even care that he’d been working for months to start this ‘journey’. he suspects ezra ( his infamous older brother, himself ), will end up locking him in a rehab centre or sending him off to an island. turning with a glass in his hand, he watched as the girl took back a drink like a pro,  &   felt the corners of his lips slowly turn upwards into a smile. ❝ tha’ a girl. c’mon, princess, have you got any money on you? migh’ as well light up while we’re at it, eh? ❞ it’s going to be a tedious, long night ahead of them  &  a hard hangover to nurse in a few days; lucas ALWAYS goes on a binge when he’s broken his promises. 

    “Whaaaat.” she exclaimed, recoiling a little in mock shock. “What do you mean not the onesies? They’re cute as heck. You’ve never said this before. I wear those things all the damn time.” she exclaimed, her smile however was completely giving away her amusement and complete fondness towards Blaze. “Your tops are comfortable too, I like wearing those.” she whispered, like it was a massive secret. 

❝ not out loud i haven’t said anything but i’ve been thinking about it the entire time we’ve been together, ❞ he said low, as if he were trying to keep the fact he isn’t attracted to the onesies on the low. ❝ they are comfortable when they’re big, huh? sometimes i buy bigger ones so you can just wear them an’ not have them so to-the-body fitting. ❞ blaze had a considerably smaller build that other people he knew, but he never let it stop him from accommodating georgia’s comfort when she wore his clothes.  

porter:yep i’m a puppy porter:do i look cute

LACHLAN: i mean as cute as you can get using a pup filter LACHLAN: otherwise it’s beastiality 

dante looked back at his work before back to her as she spoke. raising an eyebrow at the start he couldn’t hold back a laugh before licking his lips. “you need a boyfriend?” he repeats cocking his head to the side. he can’t help but wear an amused expression as he shakes his head. “i’m guessing i was the person in mind then?” he asks pulling the mask off his neck and stuffing it in the bag. “what would be in it for me then, hm?” he circles her body looking down at her slightly. 

❝ uh, me, cos everybody is going to think you’re fucking me, ❞ she said, trying to hold the straightest expression she could but within seconds she was laughing. ❝ god , i worked on that the entire time i was driving aroun’ looking for you and i just SLAUGHTERED it. ❞ when he turned, she turned on the heel of her boot to keep facing him, while both hands clasped behind her back. she was leaned on the brick wall a bit, watching him for a moment before asking, ❝ what d’you want? could buy your paint for the next - what, two months if that’s what you want. HELL , i’d even let you spray paint me whole body if you did this for me. ❞

nia watches as lachlan makes his move and has the cashier’s attention. she’s young probably shocked a cute boy like lachlan is talking to her and asking him questions. she snickers to herself as she slips the box of hair dye in her bag before moving to ‘look’ through the make up aisles. once she hears the girl go to the back she slips as much as she can into her bag before racing and grabbing all kinds of snacks and candies she knows he’ll like before meeting him at the exit. she presses her lips firmly against his before running out of the store. all the while keeping her head down and away from cameras.  

by the time that she’s made it to the front of the building, he’s already got his hat pulled down a little bit more and the door slightly opened. it’s when she’s pressing a kiss to his lips that he pauses to kiss her back before he follows quickly behind her, keeping his head down as well. there’s not a single doubt in his mind that this is going to end up being evidence that the couple spent time in this small town, but he doubts they’ll have less than two weeks before it goes public. ❝ what colour? ❞ he questions when they’re far enough from the store, still he hardly lifts his head, wary of the fact people always seem to try and track them through video cameras.