#architcct

“how do you think their triple date is going?” lily-rose questioned out loud after having thought about it for the entirety of the scene currently playing on the crappy flatscreen in the back of their tour bus. it was another one of those nights where they preferred watching the notebook over hanging out with literally anyone else. “i mean, technically they’re only going out for dinner but it’s obvious, isn’t it? they’re all fucking. well, separately, but still.”   /   @architcct​

riley’s sat in the back of the college class room, arms slightly folded over his chest as he scrunches his nose upwards . another murder had happened the night before , this time much more gruesome than the last . he can’t help but allow his mind to drift off into the unknown of who the masked killer could be . frankly , riley has his suspicions , but he’s not going to voice them - he’s not keen on being murdered anytime soon . he looks up when his friend joins , and he frowns as he pushes himself up . “ couldn’t sleep either ? ” he questions softly , dragging a hand through his curly locks as he scrunches his nose upwards . “ god , i’m sick of this . ”

“i found cigarettes in your fendi coat.” and they both know they shouldn't have been in there.   /   @architcct​​

he had been observing the booth she occupied with her friends from a safe distance, hovered over his drink at the bar as he sporadically checked the score of a basketball game being broadcasted on a couple of screens in the pub. he could finish the job tonight. she lived by herself, all he had to do now was hope that she would return home on her own. smooth and easy ─ the way he usually took care of special requests ─ except her tentatively walking over to where dante was sitting had not been part of the plan, and now she was actually speaking to him.  “ my number, huh ? ”  this cannot be happening.  “ did your friends put you up to this or something ? ”   /   @architcct​​

she was nervous, so dante was nervous, and as a result he had been procrastinating telling her why her father organized the dinner in the first place. dante stood in the door frame, hands tucked in pockets of his trousers because he didn’t know what else to do with them. he locked eyes with his best friend through the mirror.  “ you look nice, rose. who are you trying to impress anyway ? i didn’t think you’d be interested in your father’s friends. ”  he teased weakly, gaze traveling to the watch on his wrist. a gift he received from her dad after they had the talk that would undoubtedly change his life. they were about to be late, and he still hadn’t told her. dante inhaled sharply, drawing closer.  “ can we talk for a second before we leave ? ”   /   @architcct​

his second night at home after a press tour of two weeks around europe and rafael still hadn’t adjusted to the timezone that once used to be familiar to him. his parents went to sleep at eleven and around midnight the entire house went quiet, which meant rey had turned off his playstation and gone to bed as well. not even damien rice's calming voice managed to lull him into sleep at three am in the morning, staring at the ceiling as a stripe of moonlight peeking through his curtains illuminated his room with a dark blue shade. his mind inevitably wandered off to a girl and despite not having seen megan in over a month, he wasn't thinking about the blonde. instead, the girl he had known since the age of four but suddenly lost all contact with didn't stop tormenting him. their last conversations wouldn't stop replaying in his head, having him constantly wonder where they went wrong and what he could have done to fix things or prevent them from going into the wrong direction. every time, rafael felt the urge grab his phone and call her, ask her what he needed to do in return for her forgiveness ─ he would do anything she asked of him, he was sure of that, but he never got further than staring at her name in his contact list, let alone actually press her number and call her. right when his eyes were beginning to feel heavy, the music stopped abruptly and his phone began to buzz against his mattress right beside him. he reopened his eyes, his eyebrows indicating confusion and then a hint of uneasiness when betty's name popped up. yet he picked up without hesitating.  “ betty ? ”   he wasn't sure what he expected in return, perhaps any confirmation that he wasn't dreaming.  “ it's three in the morning, are you alright ? ”   /   @architcct​ ​