it was easy for rory to forget that the two of them were currently in the hamster wheel that is reality tv. that someone could potentially be seeing the moves they were making now that they weren’t locked away in a dark, sexy, bedroom. she was far too lost in the moment to even worry about it, about fans, about viewers -- it was just the two of them as she stayed settled their beside the boy. “nolan!” an innocent giggle followed as she buried herself in to his chest, taking a deep breath as she listened to his words. “if someone tries to tell me that you aren’t i will fight them every single day of my life. that’s a damn promise.” (end)

Colt tried not to scoff as he received the snapchat from Simon. He should have known that the boy would request that he come to his place. Not to mention Colt was so predictable that he would end up giving the other what he wanted just because he didn’t mind the idea of seeing him happy and giving him what he wanted. The boy slipped on a pair of sweats and readied himself to go, locking up his place before he started his journey to the house he would call his for the evening. The drive took far too long as he grew more anxious, hurrying up to the door and giving it a knock. 

Codie was surprised to even hear from the boy after what had happened during their night together. She was convinced that he was never going to make an appearance in her life again, convinced that he had forgotten anything that they had done together. That night he hadn’t even given her time to explain -- time to tell him how truly sorry she was and that it was certainly not intentional. He hadn’t been the only virgin in the room, and the last thing she wanted was for her first time to have been made so public online. Though there was something she had to show him. If he had any doubts that they had made quite a bit of money off of their show, he would know for sure now as she walked into his place. “Hello?”

LAKEN: And now it's in yours.

PARKER: Door open?

LIBBY: I'm not interested in doing anything with anyone who isn't you. Don't you know that?

BRAX: deal BRAX: but not sure why you arent here yet

BRAX: you can either swallow or let me shoot my load on that chest BRAX: it’s up to you really BRAX: but if u arent down then fine

BRAX: wouldn’t have it any other way BRAX: because that’s all i want to do BRAX: mm monster huh?

BRAX: sure did mate BRAX: now you comin thru or what? BRAX: maybe we dont have to stop the fun after me

BRAX: if u swallow then i’ll return the favor BRAX: all is fair here BRAX: u know i wouldnt let u go without getting pleased

BRAX: come thru? BRAX: i’m fucking horny BRAX: and want someone to suck me off

Libby let out a bit of a giggle as the boy referred to himself as a genius, not because he was wrong in the slightest, but because it was absolutely adorable. Everything about him was king and whole-hearted, nothing about him screamed out bad boy, even though his appearance wasn’t sweet and preppy. He was different and she wanted more of him, especially as he waddled the pair of them closer to his bed. “Created a dilemma, huh?” Even his sexual advances were far kinder than she was used to, right hand cupping his cheek as she felt herself hit the edge of the mattress. “Well I think I should kiss you properly before you push me back onto this bed and let me fix your dilemma, hmm?” Her lips leaned in to his, hovering slightly in hopes that he would give in and give her the kiss she was waiting for. “Go on, kiss me then.”

Cliff raised a brow, looking over at the girl as he began to take a few steps closer to the sink. Though he was admittedly tipsy and flirting, he really wasn’t going to let her clean up after him after all that her father had done for him and his schooling. “Are you telling me that your dad doesn’t let you drink? Like he cares that much to even monitor you?” The thought alone was humorous to the boy, almost archaic if you asked him. Though he wouldn’t have known what parents were actually supposed to do for their children anyway - so who was he to judge. “That’s absolutely morbid and wrong and I just hope you know that when you have your own restaurant, you will have a team of people cleaning up your dishes. Like their literal job will just be to wash your dishes, so get used to digging graves without repercussions, ma’am.” A simple nod was all he gave her as he reached for the cloth towel that he assumed would be appropriate to use for drying the dishes. “That’s really neat. I take it you probably know some good family recipes then? That was the only good thing about my ma’, she knew how to whip up a mean meatloaf and managed not to pour all of her cocaine into the mashed potatoes on the side.” He snorted a bit as he laughed, feeling as the alcohol began to loosen him up even more so than it had already done. “When I was two I was actually struck by a piano falling from the sky and I lived to tell the tale, not to mention the piano gave me magic music powers and i’ve been doing it ever since.” The boy couldn’t help but continue his laughter, nudging into her side a little bit, feeling as though he had just come up with the funniest joke he had ever heard. “But honestly, thought if I learned how to play the piano my pops would come back. Or at least that’s what my cracked out mom used to tell me. ‘Dad won’t even know who you are unless you learn how to play him a song.’ I’m sure she just wanted me to learn so she could send me off to dinner parties and collect the money they paid me.”

Scout rolled her eyes as she listened to the boy, shaking her head a bit at the thought of having another drink. “No more drinks, seriously! I’m not sure if the world is spinning because I knocked a dude out or because of all the drinks, but what I do know is that I don’t want to have another one for a while.” She let out a soft laugh, choosing not to comment on his nearly slurred words as she felt his arms bring her in a bit closer. “Verbal fights, sure, tons, but physical fights with a dude like twice my size - nope. Can’t say I have and can’t say I would want to do it again.” Their laughter seemed to blend together in her mind as she looked up at him, blinking back a few times as she realized how close they were. And then without even thinking she leaned in, right hand cupping his cheek gently as her lips began to move against his without much of a warning to herself.

The question caught her by surprise, mouth gaping open the slightest bit as she tried to process the words as they echoed around her mind. All she had wanted was to stay there with him, to hold him like she hadn’t been able to do in so long. She ached for his touch far too much than she would ever admit and him asking, her not having to initiate or beg for it, left her nearly speechless. She was happy for the darkness so he wouldn’t see the few tears that had fallen down her cheek, head nodding slightly. “Of course.” That’s all she could come up with now as she began to let her feet bring her closer to the bed, their bed, one they had once shared in moments much happier than this one. Her fragile frame made it’s way on to the mattress, almost feeling as if her limbs grew lighter with each step closer to the boy, feeling more at peace now as she lay her head next to his as if she had been doing it all her life. “Don’t leave in the morning.” She whispered now even though it was just the two of them, gaze searching for his in the dark room. Her hands ached to reach for his cheek, to touch him, but she hadn’t been sure what he wanted from this, what he wanted from asking her to stay.