all my friends say:

"Yep. Very dirty stuff. Like gardens full of dirt." She tried reaching around but ended up cupping his butt, rather than getting into the pocket. She wrapped her arms around his torso and fell against him. "Cuddles I can do."

            "Ooh, that's just assault," he joked, feeling her hands on his butt right before she crashed onto him. Damn, he had almost forgotten how good it felt to have her in his arms, bodies pressed together— a content smile lit up his features. "You just wanted an excuse to put your hands on me, didn't you?" he joked.

"But wouldn’t my boyfriend get upset….?"

            "Maybe... But if you're not even denying that I'm better then why are you even staying with him?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh yes you did," Gabby said, plopping next to him. "Come on, give it.  You might find naughty things on there," she joked.

            Even though, she was obviously joking, his eyes still widened. "Naughty things? Now I'm definitely keeping it!" Benjamin leaned back, making sure his back pocket was safely out of her reach and opened his arms. "Now come here, I want to cudddle!"

     "Maybe because that’s exactly what I want, Robb." Oh, he’s smirking now.

            "Shit, that's it," he breathed as he eagerly closed the gap between them. "After this, you won't even know his name..." The muttered words were spoken in a lower, huskier tone than his usual one, the Irish accent more visible than ever. The second he stopped talking, his lips crashed onto Ace's and their bodies were pressed together by Robb's hands on his hips.

         He gave a small pause in thought, fingertips just poking through the cotton of his sweater as his head tilted, facing up still. He was rather fond of the view, but some days -such as these rainy, thunderous, and too dark but all too bright days- it would just become too much. “It has its days I suppose. Sometimes it’s too bright, and in the summer it gets too warm for me to not be naked. So I guess it’s.. pretty," Theodore murmured, a one shouldered shrug finding its way to his small frame. "Why d’you deal with screaming people? Are you a mass murderer or something?" His head cocked to the side again as he looked over at the taller male. "Lovely. Guy like me? I certainly am no one to impress…" Voice trailing off, he allowed himself to face forward again, staring up at pounding rain and black clouds, thick as smoke. "Yeah. I have no family, they think I’m dead practically."

            The mere mention to the other guy roaming those halls naked was enough to trigger a chain of bad thoughts— the kind of thoughts that made his blood rush to his face. Hell, why was he suddenly so aware of their closeness? In an attempt to mask his rather inappropriate visualisations, Maxwell let out a breathy chuckle. "You really have no idea of who I am, do you?" He smiled. "I'm the lead singer of this band... We were discovered a few years ago and it turns out we're good... or at least buy-able. So yeah, screaming fans are a constant presence. Not as fun as being a mass murderer, though," he joked with a playful grin. Truth was, he liked the 'screaming fans' just as much as he liked most things in his life— he just wished they were less... intense. "No one to impress, huh? So you're one of those people?" He spoke more to himself than to the other male, almost amused by his unawareness. "Oh... And don't they want to find—" He stopped himself before he could finish, his green orbs urgently moving towards him. "Sorry, it's none of my business, I know!""

It’s not a fucking excuse for being lazy. This is the third message I’ve gotten about not doing replies or whatever. If you have a problem, talk to me off anon. I’m getting fucking tired of it.