fool for you.

sebastian: but i feel like they are pretty small....:/

sebastian scoffed, “so are you saying that i’m typically not this nice? you’re lying. i’m always nice! except for when you surprised me here earlier, but. that doesn’t count. you sure you aren’t getting me confused with my twin brother? i mean, he’s a lot fuckin’ nicer than me, so that isn’t the best example, but.” he practically rambled, words flowing out of his mouth quicker than he could think. “i might not be the best grocery shopping partner, then. i usually buy whatever i see that i like, which consists of too many bags of gummy worms and maybe some chips. maybe both of us can motivate each other to be more healthy?”

“me? king of being dramatic? that might be the only correct statement you have ever said to me, really. i take pride in it, so fuck off. i haven’t upstaged shit. i have... absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.” sebastian retorted, pursing his lips at miles, a judgmental expression falling on his face as he watched miles laugh at his own joke. sebastian almost felt pity for the other male, because well, it wasn’t that funny to him ( or probably to anyone other than miles ). “aw, honey, are you telling me how much i mean to you right now? it’s like im your lucky charm, and you’re my cinnamon toast crunch or something. you know, cereal names.” he grinned, and then took another sip of his coffee after miles had freed it from his grip. “we can leave like, now, yeah. but don’t you think it’s a bit early to... you know. gamble and all. the day’s barely started, and you’re so ambitious already. sounds like a flaw of yours.”

sebastian: i'd need a magnifying glass to try and find anything on YOUR chest!

“lattes are delicious. you sound like a dick right now. sorry we don’t all try to act tough and choke down black coffee, pretending it doesn’t bring tears to our eyes. i bet you want to cry every time you drink your coffee. i pay five dollars, so thank you. get your facts straight.”

he was frustrated. clearly, he was irritated, his tone and his facial expression showed it. he wasn’t just frustrated with seeing julianna, but because he felt like she was never going to understand. he rambled on and on, with a venomous tone, yet she still seemed to be unaccepting of the truth. seb glared at her after she said the nickname, such an ugly nickname, one he wished would never come out of her mouth again. they weren’t friends, not anymore. there were no more funny nicknames between the two, and sebastian had taken the ‘bff forever’ with two pink hearts out of julianna’s contact name ( and maybe he had been close to deleting the contact name all together ). the nights of falling asleep in each other’s bed after staying up for hours and talking on the phone until 2 am were over. sebastian had moved on, but it upset him to see julianna had not. “what the fuck do you think are souls represent, julianna?” sebastian scoffed, “our souls are apart of us. this fucking black, disgusting thing is apart of me, it represents me. maybe i haven’t changed, maybe i’ve just realized who i am.” sebastian relaxed the angry expression on his face, to instead replace it with a saddened one. “i’m not alone. i’ve made new friends. i’ve met awesome people. i have a great fucking job. i am fine. you’re the ignorant asshole who can’t seem to think i can be happy like this. i’m good. i don’t need someone like you, more specifically, i don’t need you in my life. not like how i used to need you.”

he swallowed slowly as his eyes were practically glued on lola, almost like he was in a bit of a trance. sebastian found himself gulping at lola’s comment, about her choosing him. and if he wasn’t surrounded by lola, feeling her presence around him, he would of been aware enough to know that it probably wasn’t true. but hearing her say that has sebastian’s eyes widening just a bit wider. he didn’t say anything as lola pushed him back, instead allowed the red head to do as she pleased, as always, his eyes not moving from her. clearing his throat, sebastian spoke, voice low, “candles? okay. whatever. do whatever you want.” sebastian new he sounded pathetic, but, he didn’t seem to care. “what do you mean by like, ritual? can’t you just choose something? you’re the... witch here.”

sebastian felt more content than before, now that he had company from someone he enjoyed spending time with. it wasn’t rare for sebastian to be in bad moods, or exhausted, really. he doesn’t sleep much, and gets irritated by the slightest of things. most of the time he’s surprised that minjae doesn’t seem to be bothered by his attitudes. “jurassic park? again?” sebastian groaned, leaning back in his seat, throwing his head back for a more dramatic scene. “we need to watch something different. or we could just binge watch as many harry potter movies possible before you have to leave.”

A SEBASTIAN BRYANT MOODBOARD. (1/?)

there wasn’t a sign of sebastian’s bad mood left as he continued to talk to summer, a permanent smile on his face and fondness in his eyes. “i think i can be the judge of that, don’t you think? you’re a bit biased, you know, since you have to live with yourself all the time. so i think this is something for me to decide, of course.” the male joked, then listened to summer as she spoke about her job. “eh, the golden tap isn’t all that great. they’re fairly... picky with who comes and goes in that restaurant. i can’t say much because my night club is also exclusive, but. it would be hard to visit you at the golden tap with my black soul and all, but i might have to stop by at the diner sometime, if i’m in the mood, of course.”

sebastian: oh that's fine. two texts won't bother me.

sebastian scrunched his nose up immediately at the nickname ⏤ bash ⏤ and rolled his eyes at the girl. “i’m not a baby, shut up.” he mumbled, pouting out his bottom lip slightly. “no, i don’t want your kisses near me, thank you very much. i surely know other people who can kiss my dark circles that aren’t you.” sebastian half-joked, as he meant what he said but tried to add a playful tone to his voice. “oh, come on! i’m not lonely. just because you find me alone in the cafe once doesn’t mean i’m a loner. you know, there’s nothing wrong with wanting to be alone either. it’s normal. it’s a thing.”

his mouth opened slightly at ares rather harsh comment about sebastian’s coffee, eyebrows furrowed. “it’s a fucking latte, thank you very much. know your drinks. and you drank something that isn’t yours, so all it’s all just an accident. who likes black coffee anyway?”

“i’m sorry.” the words came out quickly, too quick, so that sebastian didn’t take a single moment to consider what he was saying. he wasn’t apologizing for knocking her over ⏤ as he already had done that, but... for everything, instead. something he usually never said to people was sorry, as he was too prideful or didn’t want to accept the responsibility of his actions. “i’m...” sebastian breathed out, “sorry. yeah. it’s been awhile. and i’m sorry about that. i’m glad you’re okay. you deserve to be good, to have a good life.” sebastian was rambling at this point, standing on the street with his hands awkwardly at his side, the filter for his words not working as he said whatever he was thinking.