#angclnumber

maybe harley was expecting too much. of course shiv would bring her boyfriend along to celebrate. but harley hated seeing the two of them together. whenever they got too close or they'd kiss, it made harley feel sick to her stomach. harley wanted that to be her. and sometimes, it would be. but whenever he came around, it was as though harley didn't even exist anymore. it was like this for a while now and even though harley knew she should get tired of these games, she was wrapped around shiv's pretty little finger like an idiot and she couldn't give her up. and it didn't help that they were touring around the country in the same band, forced to be around each other all the time. even though they were all supposed to be having fun with right now since it was the after party to one of their shows, harley wasn't in the mood. so she had left the others, waiting outside with a bottle of beer to keep her company. as she continued to drink her sorrows away, she heard footsteps coming up from behind her but didn't bother to turn around. she just assumed it was one of the other members anyway. "i'll be fine," harley says without even bothering to look behind her. "just go back to the party." // @angclnumber

"what?" molly frowns a little at their words. choosing oz hadn't been personal... it had just been easy, unfortunately for them. she rolls her eyes and leans against a nearby tree. "it's not, really. i just knew i could get you out here to do what i need to do. it was all out of convenience, really. i'm sure that you understand."

"what? you're telling me that you've been fucking using me all along?"

leo is always so nice, so warm and charming and...it only makes this all harder. her throat feels tight as she struggles to return her smile, every second that she spends with the other feeling like another moment of misery. "i'm sure he'll be here soon," lydia tries to assure softly, not wanting leo to think anything weird is going on. she hopes it isn't, hopes that her roommate isn't being a jackass or...well, hopefully he's just stuck in traffic. she laughs nervously, tucking a piece of bleach blonde hair behind her ear. "yeah, i guess that's the silver lining. do you want anything to eat or drink?"

after a couple hours mulling back and forth over a bottle of red wine, odessa realized she couldn’t fight off the temptation and texted her old band manager, seeing if she could score a ticket to tonight's show. it was easy to say she was nostalgic and hopeful for the band’s success, and wanted to wish them well on their first gig without her... but despite the sincere act she effortlessly put on, she wished quite the opposite. the poor band was just collateral damage, though; slater katz was the sole object of her infuriation and the reason she donned her own captain america disguise, throwing on a baseball cap and inconspicuous coat before heading to the venue. settling into the crowd, she’d enjoyed the majority of the show, even feeling slight pangs of guilt and envy as they performed the songs she had once been on stage with them for, singing the words she wrote, seemingly tapping into all of her raw emotions without her even there. they were doing good, and it fucking killed odessa. but even then, amidst the shoving fans who held up signs that she wanted to burn, odessa couldn’t help but fixate on them. it wasn’t until they were nearing the end, the chords to a particular slow song that swelled her heart started playing and odessa met slater’s eyes. it was undeniable and impossible to look away from, heart stopping either in sheer terror or their lingering connection that couldn’t be denied, and odessa instantly knew her cover was blown. it didn't take an idiot to see it reflecting back her way.

"look, i don't even know why you're acting all weird and jealous. all i did was get up on stage and played." dismissal was something brielle had became accustomed to, especially for unwanted heavy feelings. "besides, we're hardly together."

“ give me five minutes to finish this paper, and then i promise we can go. “ her eyes stay glued to the notepad in front of her, scribbling down a few final thoughts for her thesis. she may have toured with rockstars on her downtime but, she was still a student that really needed to pass her classes. “ okay, i lied… maybe ten minutes and then we can go. “  // @angclnumber