in her defense, carina had always been on high alert when it came to certain things. however, it was just the idea of anyone finding out who she was or rather her background that made her uneasy. caving in,  she relaxed as he gave assurance that she had nothing to worry about. “okay! okay! look I may have probably watched to many narcotic shows,” she confessed, even though it wasn’t the real reason. still, it would have to make up for her uneasiness. “ugh now you’re making me feel like a complete asshole,” she groaned, “since you’re supplying the goods then I can supply the food goods … you know to make things even.”

“it’s alright, i get like that sometimes too,” andré tells her, trying to understand. “too much netflix gets in my head sometimes,” he admits with an easy smile. he’s genuinely excited about he nice turn his evening seems to be having. according to andré, the best way to bond with someone is over a joint and greasy food. “sounds like a plan,” he says, nodding his head in excitement. “your place or mine?”

Sam was, to put it simply, exhausted. There seemed to be something about the world lately, some small thing she couldn’t put her finger on that sent her entire life off-kilter as though she were staring at a painting that she knew she ought to understand but something was just missing. It was a feeling she abhorred and she’d done everything in her power to get rid of it to the best of her ability ( not that sleeping with nearly every random woman she met, or drinking herself into a stupor three nights a week were her most intelligent choices to date ). She wasn’t proud of the fact that she’d ended up in the bar she worked at with her face buried in her arms and a keen desire to beg her coworker to just punch her straight in the face so she could feel something relatively normal. A harsh, unabashed groan escaped her as she raised her head from its former resting place on her forearms and frowned petulantly, “You ever just hate being a person?” She drawled, seemingly directing the question to the air around her rather than anyone in particular.

“I’m not drunk enough to think about that,” The blonde muttered under her breath a moment later before she was pushing away from the bar and slipping through the crowd to get outside, breathing in the cool air with an expression of deep relief. She fumbled for the pack of cigarettes tucked into her jacket pocket and flicked her lighter three times only to watch it spark feebly without catching. Another groan escaped her before she dragged her eyes upwards towards the nearest approaching figure, “Hey, you got a light? Mine’s busted.”

over the past year or so, this had become a quite common occurrence. anytime andré would feel slightly off, or maybe just bored out of his mind, he’d walk down to the bar where sam worked and just sit her shift out, nursing a beer or two and throwing in lame jokes whenever she wasn’t too busy. he genuinely enjoyed it. being around sam somehow helped ease his mind. and this time around was no different, he was in dire need of a beer and a friend.. his mind was exhausted after a full day of reading about boticelli and the birth of venus.

alex happily made her way inside, gently kicking the door shut behind her as she follows andré. “it’s fine.. you don’t want to see my apartment at the moment. i haven’t had the time or energy to clean up properly in, like, weeks.” she replies, putting the pizza down on the nearest surface where it didn’t seem like the box would be covered in paint. “at least your mess has purpose- what do you mean you’re failing?! that’s so pretty. i’d put that on my wall.” she interrupts herself, looking at the vibrant colours andré had been working with. “then again, what do i know, right?”

❝ i’d definitely say so in my honest opinion, but i’ll leave the final verdict to you of course. ❞ removing the camera strap from around her neck, she turned it so he could see the picture on the screen. while skye was never one to brag, but she also liked to think, in her years as a professional photographer, that she’d gotten fairly good at being able to capture the best sides to every aspect of a photo. his words caused a brow to quirk, letting out a soft hum as she pondered for a moment, though a laugh escaped her too. ❝ i’ve GIVEN UP on tinder truthfully, but i suppose i couldn’t say no to a classic golden hour shot for instagram. ❞ then holding out the device for him to take. 

carina looked at him a bit confused as he was apologizing. most of time people would try and argue her down, but now it seemed she was the victor in some way. this made her feel little bad, as she let out a belligerent groan, “okay! okay!” she exclaimed, “okay ! I accept your apology”. she rolled her eyes a little, “you’re still a pervertito, though”. as she ran her fingers through her locks, she looked at him as he spoke about offering her a joint. “so this is going to be free right?” she inquired, “none of your dealers or anyone going to come after me or anything?”. 

there’s a triumphant tight lipped smile plastered on andrés face. “alright, i can live with that,” he concludes, raising his hands in defeat for the second time since they encountered each other. at least she is not storming off or yelling at him, and that in itself feels like a victory. andré can’t help but rolling his eyes just a tiny bit. he can’t blame her for being defensive. “what?” he asks, confused by the sudden talk of dealers and persecution. “no one is coming after anyone. this is not some narcos episode.”

usually when she got home late like she did now, all alex wanted to do was curl up on her small couch and watch some netflix. after an exhausting day full of work and other activities, she wouldn’t really in the best mood, and if her lovely neighbour had his music a bit too loud, her first stop before entering her own home would be the door opposite of hers to complain. not the most friendly way of keeping in contact with your neighbours, especially when they otherwise got along just fine.

the complaining had happened quite a lot though, lately. more often than usual, and alex felt bad about it. so while it was normally andré who rang her doorbell to apologise with pizza and a bottle of wine every once in a while, alex had made it a point to stop by at her favourite pizza place, and now she was the one who was waiting for him to open up. “surprise!” she said as soon as the door swung open, a bright smile on her face as a greeting, since her hands were full. “i decided it was long overdue to be my turn to get us some pizza. d’you have some time to hang out or…?”

jacques brel is singing longingly about a lost love through andré’s record player. listening to his grandma’s favorite singers always makes him feel back at home. it’s can also be a painful form of nostalgia, but he always knows how to channel it into his art, so it’s always welcome nonetheless. his shirt is already colourfully stained, and his fingers are different shades of yellows and blues when he hears the bell ring. he’s not expecting anyone. so the surprise makes him make his way towards the door quicker than usual.

at least someone else seems equally as distressed as she is regarding the early closure. misery loves company. “the best?” winter repeats with an arch to her brow. “that will have to be verified by me. i can be very picky.” she smiles with the statement though and gives him a nod. “lead the way. i suppose i’m open to trying something new anyways.”

carina’s eyes darted up to the guy, as he spoke about her mood. her eyes rolled, as she turned her attention back to him. “you try running out of popcorn when the movie is getting good,” she retorted, “it isn’t the happiest feeling I tell you that”. yeah its never the best feeling when you run out of something that’s been your go to snack the past 5 hours. looking back at him, she caught him glancing over her appearance, before she snapped at him, “hey hey! I didn’t know that pervertito lived in this apartment complex too”. as he went on to disapprove of her current attire, she just scuffed at him. “yes shorts in march … so sue me!” she stated, “besides, I was just going next door to get some more snacks”. carina pointed at the little grocery store right beside the apartment. 

carina’s lips were pressed together, as she sat on her couch watching THE GODFATHER. with her hands buried in her caramel covered popcorn and her figure draped in one of those over-sized metallica t-shirts, carina seemed pretty at ease with life at this point. she was concentrating on the 32 in. flat screen in her living room, that blaring loudly and the tvs brightness dancing off her apartment walls. mimicking lines from the movie, she held a serious face and her voice loud and audible, “accidents don’t happen to people who take accidents as a personal insult.”  she had practically memorized THE GODFATHER inside and out, but on occasions there were lines she would mumble through. reaching back into her bucket popcorn, she was sadly disappointed by it’s emptiness. “this is what I get for binge watching shows all today… fuck!”. getting up from her couch, she walked to her room and threw on a pair of shorts before heading out. the lack of popcorn reminded her that she had to get some groceries, which consisted of mostly junk food and daily necessities. exiting her apartment, carina practically ran into the person before her, “you should watch where you’re going!”.

this had been a pretty typical friday night for andré. beers, joints and friends were the usual for him and now he was making his way home slowly, happily. it wasn’t that late yet, and he knew he could stay out drinking for awhile if he wanted to, but he had promise himself to work on a sculpting project for school during the weekend, he just couldn’t afford to spend his days sleeping the hungover away.

she turns with a disgruntled huff away from the locked door of her absolute favourite gelateria. though she had sped down the street and believed she’d had enough time to spare, winter had found the handle unmovable when she gave it a tug. as she’s whirling on a heel, she finds herself nearly face to face with someone and adopts a pout. “they closed early,” she dismays, a manicured finger pointing to the sign in the window. “what am i going to do for sweets now?”

❝ hold on — just, stay RIGHT THERE. ❞ she instructed to the person in front of her, tone just ever so slightly demanding but with an underlying softness, camera already raised to snap the photo. for much of the day she’d been busy finishing a painting that needed to be sent out to a buyer ASAP. and though skye had cleaned herself up before heading out, for the most part, there was still some evidence as to what she’d been up to, in the form of vibrantly colored flowers painted across her left hand. setting sun had currently been casting a dancing glow through the city, and because she was the type to see beauty in everything, the scenery that preceded her was too good of a moment not to capture. even if it meant catching the other off guard in the process, which hey, sometimes made for the BEST photos. ❝ sorry, the lighting was just too perfect, but you can move now if you like. ❞ said with a light chuckle. 

〚 maxence danet-fauvel, cismale, he/his, twenty-two 〛🌹 ANDRÉ TRUFFAUT has found himself in florence, italy since SUMMER 2016 and are currently A FILM STUDENT. people close to him would describe him as ENDEARING but also SOLITARY. maybe that’s why he is known as the DREAMER. a rumor is going around that HE HAS ONLY MADE A CAREER IN CINEMA BECAUSE OF HIS FAMILY. – ev, 22, she/her, cst 

HALLELOO!! EVIE HERE. AND NOW ONTO TRASH SON #2 !