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            ❛    WHY  WOULD  I  DO  THAT  when  i  don’t  need  another  bottle    ?    what’s  the  matter    ?    afraid    a  little  ghost  will  pop  out    &    scare  you  to  death    ?    don’t    worry  ,  babe  .  the  place  isn’t  haunted  .  i  already    checked    ,    ❜    he  teases  ,  holding  on  tightly  to  the  to  bottle  like  his  life    depends    on  it  ,  even  when  she  tries  to  pry  it  from  his  grasp  again  .    ❛    i    don’t    know  ,  you  don’t  look  very  tough  .  don’t  feel  very    tough    ,  either  .  you’re  just  too  small  .    ❜    he  flashes  her  a  crooked  grin    &    bites  his    lip    as  he  sways  his  body  to  make  it  harder  for  her  to    take   it  .    ❛    oh  no  ,  that’s  nasty  shit  .    &    i  don’t  know  how  i    could    forget  since  she  kept  going  on  about  it  for  three  months  after  it  happened  .  it    was    annoying  .    ❜    he  rolls  his  eyes  but  starts  to  make  his    way    downstairs  so  he  can  get  oli  her  own  bottle  .  when  he’s    back    ,  he  passes  it  to  her    &    takes  a  drink  from  his  own  ,  giving  her  a    look    that  says  ‘ are  you  happy  now    ?   ’  .    ❛    what’s  been  going  on    with    you  ,  anyway    ?    i  feel  like  i  only  see  you  when  you    wanna    get  drunk  .  i’m  starting  to  feel  used  .    ❜

                nahla gasped in horror, looking over at her friend wide-eyed, like the most terrifying thing ever had been told her, and in a way, in nahla’s world ( who lived and breathed ballet ) it was the worst thing that could be told to her. ❛ oh my god, liv are you insane ? no, of course not. wha kinds of community company do you think we are ?? ❜ nahla questioned, flipping her hair over her shoulder with a dramatic flourish,  ❛  we don’t share them, no dancer ever shares their shoes, that’s like… i don’t know, sharing your toothbrush. the company gifts us as many pairs as we need, but you know, for each one of us, we don’t share them. ❜  the girl explained, though still feeling shiverig at the thought, just for a soft laugh to finally escape her glossy lips,  ❛  i thought i was the one giving people nightmares but now i won’t be able to go to sleep in god knows in how long. ❜  the brunette joked, inspectin a random pair of shoes before putting them back, giving her friend a glare.  ❛  olivette ! not funny !! ❜  she scolded almost in childish manner. though she was soon taking out her phone to check the musical’s schedule, making math in her head as they usually did to find a way to see each other again,  ❛  ok so you have opening on tuesday and i do on friday… four performances on the weekend ebut… we both have free the next monday. so… party on monday ? but at that point it’s probably gonna be more like girls night in because i don’t know if i’m gonna have the energy to go out after that. ❜   nahla laughed, making a face at liv.  ❛  well of course, i’m better than them. ❜  she played.

“which is still shocking to me, considering all the shit i’ve pulled throughout my life. not to mention the time i almost got arrested for starting a bar fight, but… i’m mentioning it,” he jested, trying to add some kind of lightheartedness into the suddenly tense atmosphere surrounding them. most of his exes held grudges against him, reasonably so as well, that often left him feeling hopeless in trying to make up for his past deeds that had hurt them. thankfully, liv isn’t considered one of them. although things didn’t work out between them, having her in his life still and proving to be one of the few people he could fall back on without hesitation makes him overjoyed. “mhm, i don’t believe you. like, i get it, i broke out two weeks ago. but i like to think my skin is better now,” he huffed out childishly, though tilting his head back for her to do what she did best when it came to caring for oneself. besides, he’d be a fool to object; gabe always leaves her place with glowing skin and feeling more refreshed than he has in months. however, he could feel his heart pounding out of anxious nerves as he observed the facial reactions he was receiving from the platinum blonde. the reason this is eating at him? well, it hits far too close to home in regards to the car accident. every time he thinks of this, the dj gets thrown into a flashback when he was thirteen years old–eagerly awaiting the arrival of his late parents, unaware that he’d be unable to see them again for the very last time. suddenly, his hands became clammy and he didn’t even realize he was bouncing his leg up in down as he sat on the toilet seat. “that doesn’t mean i’m not somewhat responsible for it,” gabe mumbled out, feeling a familiar stinging in his eyes and rapidly blinking in order for it to subside, “i fucking knew he drove to the club though, liv, so i should’ve known he’d get into his car and drive home. he could’ve killed someone and then it’d just… be a mess.”

❝ ok, listen liv. this was a rush, you should try it. ❞ mai announced after both of their laughs died down. ❝ imagine a competition: who makes up the best excuse to ditch a date. ❞ the girl continued, knowing that if her friend took her seriously they would go through with it and probably get into trouble. ❝ i know, babe. ❞ and she did. mai knew that liv would do anything for her, just like she would do anything for her best friend. the seriousness of the situation was dragging the mood down and the brunette could honestly hit herself for bringing it up. ❝ but hey, i had some self defense classes and watched a lot of csi growing up, they wouldn’t stand a chance against us. ❞ she joked, trying to diffuse the tense mood. ❝ and that’s why i love you ! i also wish i could go with you to the anniversary, it would be so good. curse conflicting schedules, to be honest. ❞ mai sighed, hating the fact that she couldn’t tell liv about the movie yet. looking outside of the window just in time to see her date leaving the restaurant getting into a car. ❝ ok, the coast is clear. i’ll have to hang up and call for an uber. do you want me to get anything before i go to yours ? ❞

what’s this oop it’s a seCOND plotting call this time for liv because well,,, all the reasons i said on ezra + all the threads i have on liv are now about a month old (that’s my fault for sucking and ur still getting the completed versions of my half written replies, pals i have threads with, sorry abt that ok i’m writing the starters for our next ones too bjhkjns if ya’ll will still have me) but yeah anyway, same deal as the other one

like this if you want to plot (or further a plot) with Liv and I’ll come to you!

             ❛    I  REPEAT  ,  IT’S  MINE  .  NOT  yours  .  there’s  plenty  for  you  to  choose  from  .    ❜    his    words    however  are  left  mute  as  she  snatches  it  from    him    again    &    takes  another  mouthful  .  being  the   dramatic    person    he  is  ,  when  the  bottle’s  passed  back  to  him  ,  atlas  pushes  himself    up    &    power  walks  to  the  other  end  of  the  terrace  ,  standing    tall    against  the  wall    &    hugging  the  bottle  close  to  his  chest  .    ❛    try    taking  it  now  ,  thief    !    ❜    he  calls  over  .  everyone  likes  to  be  childish    every    now    &    then  .  atlas  sees  it  as  his  way  of  staying  young  .  he    sighs    in  agreement  .    ❛    you’re  right  ,  fuck  .  i  wonder  if  they    ever    got  back  together  .  those  sort  of  people  are  so  dumb  they  never    find    anyone  else  who  will  have  them  .   ❜    might  be  a  little  harsh    but    he’s  speaking  from  experience    &    definitely  would  not  go    back    there  again  .    ❛    the  whole  ‘ sharing’s  caring ’  conspiracy  is  bullshit  .  nobody    shares    anymore  ,  this  is  the  twenty - first  century  .    ❜