* / cherry bomb !

gentle  taps  against  shoulder  ,  as  if  not  to  startle  ,  nora  waits  to  eyes  meets  gaze  ,  the  dropped  item  offered  like  a  peace  offering  .      ❝  here  ,  you  dropped  this  ,  i  figured  you  might  want  it  back.  ❞

shane had been on his way to class with his airpods in, blasting early 2000s music, when the other tapped him on the shoulder. " if you're here to tell me not to sleep with your girlfriend again, i already told you, man, we're just workout buddies. " he replied, taking one airpod off, before then turning around. " oh, you're not mike, my bad. " he admitted with a nervous laugh. " thanks, i really appreciate it, i don't think i would be able to pass today's exam without this honestly. "

❝  well  . . .  ❞      it’s  punctuated  by  a  coffee  being  placed  on  the  coffeeshop  table  between  them  .     ❝  you  look  like  you  pulled  up  a  little  rough  after  last  night  ,  thought  you  use  this  .  ❞     kind  smile  meets  black  cherry  glossed  lips  as  she  shrugs  .

" i feel like i'm dying, layla. " she admitted, rubbing her temples. was she being a bit more dramatic than usual? probably, but she had a raging hangover and she was going to let everyone know about it. " thanks, you're the best, maybe the caffeine will help with this massive headache

the scarf wraps around her shoulders and suddenly that invisible string is back, yanking her towards the exciting and enticing presence of sammy. despite (minimal) efforts, she's being pulled forward, allowing her feet to move her body closer to the others. “  you sure? the solo concert seemed to be the current vibe you were going for.  ” although the offer stands, there's a piece of her that's begging to be told to stay.

sammy smiles at the other's words, she hated being alone honestly, even if it was simply out of pure and utter boredom. if it was anyone else, she'd probably tell them to fuck off but since it was dani, she welcomed her with open arms. " i'm positive, it's more fun with more than one person in here anyway. " she admitted, continuing to dance to the music.

daniela wasn't shy to the fact of yelling in the face of someone who was wrong, but she thrived in settings where there were less people which would equal less retaliation. okay with confrontation but less okay with feeling targeted. “  well, still, thanks for the help.   ” wasn't as though she expected it, although grateful for the strong personality that was gianna monroe. “  are you sure? i seriously don't want you to suffer because i have a little beer stain on my sneakers.   ”

gianna wanted to help the girl even more than she already was, she seemed to be one of those people that didn't know how to deal with people at parties very well. she knew the feeling, being in the same situation as her her freshman yeat at msu. " no problem, if you ever need help with anything else tonight or any other night, you know where to find me. " she reassured the other, sounding a bit more flirtatious than she meant to. " i'm sure, i can survive for the rest of the night, these heels aren't too bad and if they do ever end up hurting, i'll just take a dive in the pool for a bit. "

"not saying you're terrible. but, i don't know... maybe you could use a charming dance partner to enhance your skills." he offered his hand for her to take. "don't flatter yourself, okay. i'm saving myself for suni l.ee," he said, though it was pretty obvious that he was trying to flirt with her. "this is purely for the love of dance."

"like a dancing with the stars situation?" she asked with a chuckle, taking his hand in hers nonetheless. "lucky for you, i've been saving myself for sza since freshman year." she teased, although there was some truth to it. "good then we both agree."

“  shit, gi. never said you aren't nice, just saying you don't have to order pizza. you should be telling me, the host, to order you pizza.   ” he is quick with his answer, wanting to mend a potential situation before it gets into something bigger. a flirtatious comment is bitten back, teeth ground together momentarily before his head shakes, diverting himself back to the conversation at hand. “  nah, just don't like 'em. not a fan of olives in general but green are usually on pizza.   ”

" yeah, i guess that makes much more sense, i'm just being a drama queen as my mom would like to say. " she admitted, a small chuckle escaping her lips. gianna wasn't entirely sure why flirting with one of her brother's closest friends had come so easy to her, she knew it was wrong, but it was also extremely fun in her opinion. " and here i thought it was some sort of cheating scandal that made you hate them. "

"no, it's true! you're the best captain." trixie moved closer to sammy before training the front camera on them. she gave it the brightest smile that she could. "3, 2, 1..." her thumb finally pressed the snap button. "and another? or...?"

"you're going to make me cry, trix." sammy admitted, already feeling her eyes start to tear up a bit, as she tried her best to maintain her composure for the photo. all the girls on her hockey team were like a second family to her, the sisters she always wished she had, so it really meant the world to her. "i think we look pretty damn hot actually, but it's honestly totally up to you."

"this dude told me that 'necessary' only has one r, not two. he's right, but i don't like being corrected. this'll show him," he readily explained. a made-up story, all for the purpose of amusing her. "hey, if you ever need to take revenge on anyone for anything at all, i'm your guy." he chuckled in that sinister way he does. "do you have any enemies in mind for tonight?"

"oh, so the grammar police? damn, he really did deserve it then." she admitted, shaking her head. she could tell it was made up, but she loved the idea of entertaining it. "you'll be the first one i call if that ever hapens. " she chuckles. "not right now, but ask me after a few more drinks."

"it's not that weird of a kink," he replied, enjoying the banter. "hm, why the future when i can give you advice now? not just on fashion. i'm an expert on a lot of things." he paused, pretending to think. "do you take constructive criticism on your dance moves?"

"trust me, it's very weird." she admitted, although she was fully teasing him. "oh, like what? come on now, einstein, don't leave me hanging!" she joked with a smirk. "oh god, am i that bad?"

body relaxed, arm sprawled lazily along the backside of the couch, her feet close to his thigh but barely making contact. despite the flirtatious remarks rolling of his tongue so easily, especially when hidden behind text messages, elijah knew better than to make any sense of a move with his roommates and captains sister at a house party. snapping back to reality with the audible grumble coming from giannna's stomach; a slow blink to bring himself back, his gaze moves towards the blonde with a raised brow and slight curiosity. “  taking a nap at a party was alright wild, gi, now you're gonna order the host a pizza?   ” he teases, shifting his body slightly to gain more comfortability. “  i ain't picky.   ” a pause. “  no green olives, though.   ”

gianna stood up from the other's thigh, sitting up on the other side of the couch as she tried to calm her stomach. pouting at his words, she was quick to make a bit of a scene of it. " why's it so hard for everyone to believe that i can be nice for once? i mean, you all threw the party, might as well get something for you all as a thank you. or is that just not the right thing to do anymore? " she asked. " well then, i'm getting a hawaiian for the both of us. " she smiled. " why not the green ones? remind you of an ex or something? "

curious by nature, and observant to a fault. danica hadn't meant to stand there and stare, actually, the little voice in her head had been screaming at her to leave the moment she saw the curly brown hair swaying with a spin. but it was their schtick: stolen glances, whispered kisses, always gravitating towards each other when unoccupied with someone else. despite best efforts, the ending was always the same, and left the gaping wound just a bit larger each time they'd fall into the patterns. it was inevitable when she was caught, eyes slightly widened and a stutter in her tone. “  oh, end of the boy band dance number and top of the eighties disco hum.   ” slight sarcasm to hide the anxiety rushing through veins. “  i should go, let you get back to it.   ”

sammy would be lying if she had said she wasn't at least a little glad it was someone she had felt so comfortable with that had stumbled upon her impromptu fashion show, it was a little less embarrassing when it was someone she was so close to than if it was a stranger. smiling at the other, she walks up towards her and puts the scarf over her before then bringing her in closer. " well then, don't leave now." she replied. " i mean, if you've been here this long, might as well join in on the fun. "

The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes