put you on the map + declan.
johnny-eyebrows:
Declan noticed her cheeks flush, biting back a grin. Even after what had felt like a lifetime, he thought. Memories of her resurfaced, taking him back to a time in his life when he thought that he had it all. In reality, high school didn’t prepare you for the real world. He had reigned perfectly, though. He was wealthy. He had the student body president as his girlfriend. He was popular. He was drool-worthy, or in Clare’s eyes, muse-worthy. Who could ever forget the vampire fanfiction that she had written using the name Madame Degrassi? He hadn’t been completely innocent. It wasn’t until she kissed his neck that he had felt like he needed to have a sit-down talk with her about their feelings. His then-girlfriend, Holly J had gotten to her first.
Hearing her comment about owning the building, Declan rolled his eyes playfully and grinned. “Actually, no,” he told her, plucking the shotglass that she was holding out of her fingers and swallowing its contents. “Not this one, anyway,” he exhaled evenly as he wrinkled his nose. “The one next door, though, yes.”
As he plucked the shot glass from her fingers, she playfully scowled but let it go. She'd had too much of the champagne anyway. Snorting at his words, Clare shook her head. This was Declan, and he hadn't changed a bit. The way he easily joked with words so smooth. "I bet the one across the street, too." Clare joked, her eyes looking him over. He still looked the same, slightly older. Because they were. Older. He looked tired, maybe. Or it was a trick of the lights in the room. Or perhaps it was her. A wedding ring, however, stood out on his left hand and she decided to keep quiet on it. "So, what are you doing here, anyhow?"
