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There was a gleam in the brunette’s eye that made Will’s face break out into a grin, shaking his head at the figure in front of him. She was tempting him, they both knew that -- the two were kindred spirits, seeming to enjoy the same kind of fun Will knew so well. It was that very same fun that he was trying to ween himself off of, but with a smile like that Morgan wasn’t making it any easier for him. “I don’t think we’re dressed for the occasion,” he commented wryly, watching from a distance at the men and women coming in and out of town hall, most likely for some expensive wedding or charity event. Still, the idea was tempting -- and really, how bad was party crashing? The worst they could do was eat some free food they were giving out. “We have to change,” Will added finally, ignoring the triumphant grin that was sprouting on the brunette’s lips. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I hope you have something to wear,” he jabbed playfully, before offering his arm to her.

“Famous last words,” the brunette muttered under her breath, looking up from the lounge chair she was sitting at. The sun was shining brightly for a English summer day, but the sunglasses Cleo wore on her eyes weren’t needed by a long shot -- merely an accessory. Still, she tilted them off of her nose for dramatic effect, giving her sister a judging stare from the top of the branch she was perched on. Had she been telling this story to someone else, there were no doubts they would’ve expected it to be back from when they were children. But no, Cleo was watching her twenty year old sister climb a tree like she was in primary school. “Don’t jump out of that tree,” she warned her, but they both knew her words could only do so little. And of course seconds later she watched Morgan’s grip leave the branch and kick off from the tree... tumbling down to the grass. So much for landing on her feet. Cleo watched her sister’s crumpled body on the ground closely, waiting one, two, three seconds before she started to twitch. And with her not crying in pain or complaining, there couldn’t have been much wrong. “Told you, you’re not a bloody cat,” Cleo finally scoffed, resting her glasses back on her nose and leaning back into the chair, going back to focusing on her tanning.

wanderlust - the weeknd 

Buttons // the Pussycat Dolls

TypicalHardly the type I fall forI like when the physicalDon't leave me asking for moreI'm a sexy mama (mama)Who knows just how to get what I wanna (wanna)What I want to do is spring this on you (on you)Back up all of the things that I told you (told you)

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ x ] Be like “How in the world?”[  ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ x ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [ x ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [  ] Acquaintance          [  ] Ally[ x ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

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