#amstcrdam

the towel clutched to her chest makes it OBVIOUS that she’s not expecting any company -- when the door opens she practically screams in surprise, her voice an obvious1 display of j u s t how ( displeased ) she is. “ have you EVER heard of knocking ? it’s a common courtesy these days. ” she takes the few steps towards the door, hand poised to slam it shut into their face. “ is it REALLY that important, or can it at l e a s t wait until im dressed ? ”

SAMUEL : anyway, i'm sorry, and i'll make it up to you with an all day marathon of whatever show you'd like

IT WAS ABSOLUTELY TORTUROUS to be in the same room as Brandon. The brunette had always prided herself to be collective -- to always be courageous, intelligent and to think first before she acts. However, it seems as though her own discipline surrendered against her, winning by default when put into a fighting ring against the brunet; a rush of emotions often ran wild around him. She couldn’t help it. No matter how many times she told herself to not look his way, her gaze often found wandering towards his direction; immediately digging her own grave as she hopelessly watches him place his arm around another woman. She excused herself within the small circle she had presented fake smiles to for the entire night; pushing the bar door open in a hurry to quickly inhale a deep and shaky breathe in once she was alone. / @amstcrdam

          six  boxes  of  shoes  are  stacked  on  the  bench  he  sits  upon  like  a   throne.   another  sits  on  the  floor,  open,  only  one  shoe  inside  as  jody  forces  his  foot  into  its  twin.  tissue  paper  is  scattered  about  everywhere  ---   V E R Y   unprofessional,  but  the  male  knows  nothing  of  these  social   faux  pas.   he’d  never  been  inside  a  store  this   high-end   ---  his  only  pair  of  sneakers  had  been  copped  at   ross  dress  for  less   three  years  ago,  for  fucks  sake.   (   precisely  the  reason  why  he  found  himself  being   s p o i l e d   by  his  not-exactly-girlfriend  here  today  !   )   ❝   BABE,   which  do  you  like  better  ?   ❞   he  adorns  a  different  pair  of  shoes  on  each  foot,  both  equally  as  out  of  his  price  range.   ❝   you  gotta  help  me  pick  this  stuff  out  or  i’m  gonna  end  up  in  some  chuck  taylors.   ❞   jody  chuckles,  motioning  for  the  other  to  come  sit  in  his  lap.

FLORA: damn this mirror playing tricks on me FLORA: i definitely didn’t look this good when we dated .. FLORA: thats a good thing for me n a bad thing for u !  FLORA: just making sure u know that i’m getting hotter now that u Aren’t in my life // @amstcrdam

5:00PM -- as per usual, she was not a second early, nor was she a second late. The twenty-two year old charged right into her father’s headquarters; messy dark blonde locks dangled and bounced as she swerved through, the half-bun she had tied grew loose, looking at its worse from her lack of attention. Not that she cared anyway -- it was the least of her worries at the very moment; her brain scurrying off to the research paper she had yet to dissect, the same research paper she should have already started last night, but of course, instead, she was up all night with her father trying to piece a puzzle. After greeting what-could-be-considered-her-unofficial colleagues, she settled at her desk ( her half, anyway ) without acknowledging the tenant next to her; gaze falling down to messy files left open, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips as her hands ironically closed them shut to stack them into a pile. “You’d think people around here would tidy up,” she grumbled as she placed her laptop nonchalantly on an open case, though, truth be told, Cody had never been one to work in an organized environment. She had always been messy herself. / @amstcrdam

‘ i’m so happy for you ‘ ‘s and ‘ you two are so lucky you found each other ‘ ’s fill the air like an ear worm she couldn’t rid herself of. the kind words elicit a bundle of awkward thank you’s from the femme and are welcomed with what felt like a hundred glasses of champagne, the diamond ring adorning her finger a heavy reminder of the bold steps she would soon be taking. “ i’ll be right back, “ she whispers into her fiance’s ear, delicate digits gripping the satin dress hugging her angelic figure as she moved through the mass sea of familiar faces. she was almost outside — a much needed escape from the chaos consuming her — but, as if designed by fate, the crowd soon parted and revealed the person standing on the other side of the room, hidden by a trick of the light. sanguine heart suddenly stammered in her chest abruptly, the sight of the curly haired male leaving her momentarily breathless. “ BRANDON —, “ his name sounded foreign leaving her lips ( a mere echo in her dreams these days ) and she moved towards him as if magnetically, arms wrapping around his broad physique without a second thought. delicate grasp encircles his wrist a mere second later and she tugs him into the brisk night air, inquiry falling from her petals before she has a chance to stop it, “ why are you here ?? “ a sigh follows suit, fingers lifting to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “ i just  — i didn’t think you’d actually come. “