#adoreyikes

[txt]; autocorrect can do some great things apparently, good job

Shane peaked around the corner at the last turn they’d taken. “I don’t see anybody,” he said, carefully looking around before turning back to Adore. They’d sneaked out and although it was late Shane realized they wouldn’t be allowed back inside after 3 AM, the streets of New York were a refreshing change and he didn’t mind staying out a bit longer. “Do you want to get ice cream and hope no one recognizes us?” he asked with a tight smile as he slowly took hold of Adore’s hand, a little paranoid about getting separated now that they were out. Danny could hold his own if they got in trouble together, but Shane wasn’t sure how he himself would react if he were alone in that situation.

send ☢ for a fucking drunken text

Adore may have been a mess, but Courtney was on the good side of tipsy, where she was extra excitable and affectionate. She was dancing when Adore spoke to her and in response, she took hold of either side of Adore’s face and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “At least you’re a pretty mess,” she drawled out.

Courtney scooted over lazily to make enough room for Adore, not really thinking twice about it. “Were you smoking with Ganja?” she asked, assuming that Adore was having the munchies from smoking weed.

The moment Courtney saw her room assignment, she practically screamed in delight and rushed up to her room, pushing her rolling red suitcase down the halls until it came to a stop, only to push it again, much like an excited little kid. The rest of her things were with one of the cute bellhops, who promised to bring them up for her when she saw Adore’s name next to hers on the list.

When she got upstairs, the door was open, and as soon as she caught sight of Danny she made a dash for him, squealing excitedly as she met him with a tight embrace, her feet practically coming off the floor as she spun them around. “Oh, I can’t believe we’re together,” she finally said after she was done screaming and backed away from Adore’s personal space just enough to look her in the eyes. “Are we going to turn into hermit crabs and spend the days cooped up in our blankets watching Netflix every day? I can already see tons of empty beer cans littering this floor in my near future.”