Stupid Little Things.

Yes, she knew what he meant, she had made t sound as if he was only an option because she wanted someone who would make her Dad mad and not because she actually wanted  to take him as her date. ‘‘I also want you to go because you’ll make that place more bearable.’‘ She said not thinking of better words to put it, of course she wanted Carter there, she had thought about asking him before she decided not to go  but after her fathers argument it made more sense, she just never thought about how Carter would take it. ‘‘I’m sorry I made it sound that way.’‘ Nala said as she walked over to where he was and kissed his cheek softly.

Jazmin nodded at the male’s words, “Definitely. So you had to become the man of the house at a young age, I’m guessing?” she gave a shrug. “Do you live with your mom and sister when you’re home or do you have your own place?” she asked. She liked learning about him and seeing how he became the person he was standing before her. She didn’t know everything about him but she figured she had a really good start so far and she really enjoyed talking to him. It wasn’t like other conversations a girl and boy usually had at a party but she wasn’t complaining one bit. 

A light blush reached her cheeks, something she didn’t normally do, but she couldn’t stop it, especially when he was still holding her hand. Another thing she didn’t normally do. Especially when it came to boys she just met. “Well don’t get your hopes too high, I’m way cooler than he is,” she joked. She nodded at his question, “I know he would. I bet if you ever get to meet him, you guys would get lost in music talk and forget I was even there,” she chuckled. She couldn’t help but wonder if they’d ever get to meet but that was ridiculous, right? Or was this the beginning of something that was bigger than just a conversation at a bon fire with someone that shared a mutual friend? 

She felt the squeeze on her hand and that reminded her that this definitely was much more than that. Her fingers naturally laced with his as her thumb grazed the top of his hand gently. Their hands swung in the air, the cold breeze brushing pass her wrists. She smiled as he told her that she was easy to talk to as well. It was almost starting to feel like they were on a date. A romantic one at that. They had drinks, nice conversation, a fire, were at the beach, and now they were holding hands. Where the hell did this boy come from and why was she starting to give in? “So do you guys go on tour again soon?” she asked, hoping this wouldn’t be the last time she’d see him before they left again. 

Alex shrugged his shoulders as casually as possible and he nodded his head at what Jazmin said about him becoming the man of the house. "I guess I did, yeah. My mom did a lot of the job, though. I mean, she worked two jobs to try and get us food on the table every day. She’s an amazing human being," he said and smiled gently, eyebrows raised and his gaze locked with Jazmin’s for a split second. "Nah, I have my own apartment. I do stay with my mom every now and then though, you know. Just, feel like I have to help her out whenever I can." The fact that Jazmin seemed to actually care about his life, about how he had become the person he had, it definitely made him want to get to know him more. Looking at Jazmin, he realized; this wasn’t a typical conversation two people would have at a party, but then again, it was pretty obvious that the two of them were not even close to being the stereotypical couple either.

Humming, Alex laughed and looked at Jazmin as the two of them walked next to each other when she said that he shouldn’t get his hopes up as she was a lot cooler than her Dad. "Oh, I definitely believe you on that. I mean, you are quite interesting so far," he said and grinned as he looked at her the whole time. "Maybe. Although, I highly doubt any of us would be able to forget that you were there," he responded gently and looked at Jazmin. He wouldn’t mind having someone to talk to, about music. After-all, he didn’t have his father growing up as he left when he was thirteen years old. "My Dad, he - he used to be, you know, he used to play guitar. I guess that’s why I wanted to be a musician at first. Because it would get me closer to him. But as I grew up, I realized that I actually love this life. I love being on a stage and playing for people. I love the fact that I can help someone the way bands and artists helped me, you know?"

Dani tilted her head to the side happily at Cora’s words, agreeing entirely. Dani’s favorite part of herself were her legs and she loved showing them off. If you looked through the dark-haired girls closet, you’d see tons of short dresses. If it wasn’t her legs she was showing off, it was her bare shoulders and long neck. She knew just how to emphasize her best quality’s. Appearance always being a high priority to her ever since she had discovered make up and had grown boobs. “Ooo you like being scratched hmm? I’m more of the actual scratching type,”she smirked and turned her gaze back to the clothes. “Sounds perfect,” she smiled, the pair knew each other really well and knew that whatever the other picked would be perfect. Usually Dani hated helping other girls look good, mainly because she liked to be the best looking one in the room, but Cora was her best friend and the only person that Dani could share the spotlight with really. “Find anything yet?”

Cora grinned widely at Daniella as she nodded happily along with what she had been saying, how she should show off her best assets, which were her long legs. She would have done anything to have legs like her best friend did. The two girls always knew how to show off their best features. Shrugging her shoulders softly, she bit her lip and looked at Daniella as she said she was more the scratching type than being the one being scratched on. "Yeah, but… Sadly, photographers or make-up artists aren’t too happy with me whenever I come in after a weekend off. It’s extra work having to try and cover the marks up." She chuckled softly. "Same with hickeys. There’s nothing worse for a make-up artist to work with," she spoke and shrugged her shoulders as casually as possible.

   OCTAVIA WATCHED the male as he laughed and shrugged. Was he suddenly shy or did she imagine it? The thought was dismissed as soon as it came and the female could do little else but grin at him - that same grin soon softened into a smile as their eyes locked and the male sang her praises. “They are?” Eyebrows raised in disbelief; it seemed strange that they would want to meet her - was she really that interesting? It wasn’t like Trevor knew about her main selling point; the whole seeing the dead thing.         The female contented herself with picking at blades of grass as Trevor settled himself properly. “I’m that good, huh?” Her cheeky grin was back again before long. Giving the male a playful nudge, Octavia thought nothing of changing her position and settling near him, their sides almost touching. “Well, don’t worry - I’ll always be yours and you’ll always be my favourite.” She winked.

"Yeah. Definitely. Especially Carter. Apparently you must be wonder woman to be a friend with me," he said and rolled his baby blue eyes. "And yes, that’s his exact words," Trevor added and laughed, while softly continuing to tap his fingers against his chest while he stared at the star-filled sky above them. "So, I told him he’s not allowed to meet you," he said teasingly and winked. Trevor himself found Octavia to be quite an amazing woman; she was sweet, gentle and kind. And, to add to it, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Usually, Trevor would have already tapped that, but there was something different with her. He liked her. The emotion definitely confused him, to say the least.

David grinned at her words, glad that she had no plans the next morning. He wasn’t done with her and he could clearly see that she wasn’t done with him either. Shit, he’d fuck her in the car, on the car, back at his place, back at hers, wherever the hell she wanted. “Good,” he replied simply, gripping the steering wheel a bit as the possibilities of the night ran through his mind. He nodded at her answer, still surprised that she wanted a greasy burger out of all things. “Usually model’s go for the wedge salad or vegan route…. “ he said, obviously remembering her career choice, “… is it weird I find the fact that you want a burger kind of hot?” he chuckled as he looked over at her for a brief second. 

He knew exactly where to go now, so he started heading to a diner he knew nearby. He wasn’t going to do fast food, sure, it was good, but he wanted her to get a really good burger to fulfill her craving. He looked over at her as she spoke to him, his eyes back on the road as he took in her words. They knew very little about one another, only what they had shared the last time they spoke. The didn’t really do much talking this go around though. The pair just going right for it, which didn’t bother him any. He wasn’t sure if she remembered that he had a younger sister or what his favorite movie, which he shared with her last time, so he figured he’d just share something else. 

“Uh, okay… I live with my sister, who is rarely home… my favorite music artist is the Weeknd… if you heard his shit, you’d immediately know why,” he smirked her way. “I’m in a band with my friends that we started in high school, but nothing has really come of it?” he shrugged. He pulled into the parking lot of the diner, finding a spot immediately and parking the car. He looked over at her. “Your turn,” he said with a grin as he unbuckled his seatbelt and headed out the car. 

Cora shrugged her shoulders gently, before glancing over at David with a wicked grin on her lips as she lifted her legs up and let her knees press against the dashboard, while the side of her head rested against the top of them. "I’m not a typical model though, am I?" she responded and kept her eyes locked with David as he had said models usually went for wedge salad and down the vegan route. "I mean, go down that road all you want, but don’t come here and tell me I can’t eat my meat. Then, you’d probably end up dead somewhere." She laughed softly and couldn’t help but smile at the fact that he remembered that she was a model. Hell, she hadn’t really expected him to. At all. Cora laughed and leaned her head back against the car seat pillow, her teeth softly nibbling the bottom of her lip. "A little weird," she spoke but shrugged her shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. "But I like weird, so…," she added and winked at him.

The two of them hadn’t done much talking the two times they had spent time together. She did remember him talking about having a little sister though and how he had spoken about his favorite movie, but Cora wanted to know more. Which, was definitely something that wasn’t usual for her to want. Normally, she wouldn’t really care or mind. Cora smiled as he began to talk about how he lived with his sister, who was rarely home and that his favorite music artist was The Weekend. She lifted her brows in an interested manner when David said he was in a band, that they had started in high school - although it hadn’t really gone anywhere. "You’re in a band? Really? You know, I kind of have a thing for musicians," she responded and grinned as she laughed softly and hummed as David turned into the parking lot of the diner and within seconds, he had found a spot for them to park.

Noticing the change on his face Nala started speaking again quickly. ‘‘I mean you don’t have to go if you don’t want to, I know it-s not somewhere you would like to be, it’s fine really.’‘She said taking her previous words back, she hadn’t thought about the fact that Carter probably wouldn’t be comfortable around a bunch of people just like her and now she felt guilty about it. When she was done with her food she picked up the plate and walked towards the living room. ‘‘Attending on my own it’s not so bad.’‘

Sav couldn’t help but laugh at his words, “Oh boy, what did I get myself into?” she shook her head, trying to push back the blush that tried to fill her cheeks. “I hate that you make me blush so easily. What’s your secret, hmm?” she joked. The smell of pizza filled her nostrils and she felt like she was in heaven. She didn’t think she was that hungry until now. “Can we get an entire pizza? I might be hungry for more later,” she looked over at him.

‘i guess that’s easier said then done,’ quinn mumbled, weakly smiling up at carter. with his next words, she agreed. ‘that’s true. you can’t just erase things from your past.’ but quinn was trying to forget them. the foster girl inside herself? she was pushing her away. not really accepting her past. that’s why quinn liked to do so many fun things, to make up for it. ‘i mean, that’s true - but still.’ she shrugged, a little happy that he wasn’t vengeful. maybe, if her secret ever came out, he would be able to forgive her.

‘not really,’ the wink made her chuckle, a smile spreading across her face. ‘that sounds like a really charming thing to eat. cheese, grease, meat.’ she laughed, playfully nudging him. ‘maybe we can make a reservation? so we have a spot for sure?” in the meantime, the two of them could keep walking around, maybe catch some pokemon. it wouldn’t matter, she was happy to be spending time with carter. the brunette chuckled, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. 

‘i’m really glad you’re back. that songwriting of yours took way too long.’ 

"You’re never going to be able to move on with your life, if you keep, you know, hiding who you are. When I was younger, before the band, I… I didn’t want anyone to know that I was a foster kid, because it was embarrassing but now? Now I embrace it. Besides, we’re not alone, you know. There are so many people who go through what we’ve gone through every day," Carter said and licked his lips. "I think… I think it’s our responsibility to, you know, try and show them that things do get better. Even if they might not think that it will at that time." Carter swallowed and looked at Quinn. "We’ve all done things we don’t want to remember, or we will in the future, but you know - we made that decision for a reason. We did it because, at that time, we might have thought it was the right thing to do." He laughed and shook his head softly. "That… That made no sense, did it?" he said and licked his lips as he glanced over at the brunette.

       “ -I’M LITERALLY the least fussy person you’ll meet when it comes to food - order anything you want,” the Londoner had assured Kendall, not minding what the girl picked. Nora had tucked her hands under the table momentarily so that she could fiddle and pick at her own fingers unobserved and get rid of some of that nervous energy her body seemed to be harbouring. Kendall’s words made a smirk curve Nora’s lips. “Sounds like my kind of night.” It seemed, that no matter how many times she had the other girl, Nora wasn’t going to tire of her. She loved the way Kendall made her feel between the sheets and even, as of late, out of them.

      “Good choice,” Nora grinned as Kendall made her order, not having eyes for anyone else. In fact, for the amount of attention she paid them, the other diners might well have been invisible. As a silence settled between them, Nora realised she didn’t know all that much about Kendall besides the things that were mentioned in casual conversation. She had purposely avoided asking the other questions in the beginning because usually, those questions were returned and Nora didn’t want to lie to the girl sat opposite her. “…Why don’t you tell me something about you that nobody knows?” She asked suddenly, deciding to take the plunge.

Kendall grinned and looked at Nora as she said that she was probably the least fussy person she would ever meet whenever it comes to food, so she could order whatever she wanted. The blonde laughed and pushed her hair out of her face and behind her ears, tucking it there to make sure it wouldn’t fall back out. "Yeah? I kind of guessed you wouldn’t mind if that was what we had planned for the rest of the night," she said and laughed as she looked at Nora. Kendall really loved how Nora made her feel - she always knew how to make her laugh and smile.