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@boyacts​ sent an ask!! ::  🌻 a worried text.

Worried hazel green eyes stared down at her dinged up cell phone, as she sat on a bench near a bus stop. The phone’s screen was covered in dirty finger prints and the case looked like it had been through a hail storm --- it being covered in dents and scratches. If the phone wasn’t turned on, one might think it was broken.

About an hour ago, Annaleigh sent a text to Chad, asking him to come and pick her up. She needed him to take her somewhere --- the free clinic --- , and she didn’t have many contacts in her prepaid phone. Chad said he would come and get her, but he hadn’t shown up yet. 

Annaleigh didn’t know what was taking him so long and she was starting to get worried. He had said he would be here in a half hour and it was long past that. Had he gotten stuck in traffic? Or had something bad happened to him? This side of town was known for crime and she heard sirens come by the movie theater most nights. She hoped he hadn’t gotten hurt on the way here. 

She clicked the messages button on her phone and clicked on Chad’s name, checking the messages for what felt like the millionth time. Nothing. Annaleigh was starting to wonder if she should message him to see what was taking so long. Maybe he was in trouble somewhere and needed her help?

[Text :: Chad] Where are you? Are you okay? [Text :: Chad] It’s been over an hour. [Text :: Chad] Please message me back, I’m getting worried.

@boyacts​ sent an ask!! ::  “Do you think that’s enough?”

Hazel green eyes peered down at the box that was in her friend’s grasp. It was filled to the brim with throw blankets. Her eyes sparkled at the sight as she gave him a tooth filled grin. 

It was getting closer to winter and Annaleigh knew that the theater wasn’t going to stay very warm. Since the place was abandoned, there was no heating system. Last winter had been killer and the dogs the sometimes came into the theater with her nearly froze to death. At least she had places she could go when the weather got bad --- the homeless shelter, youth center, and soup kitchen. The dogs had no where else they could go and the places she sometimes stayed at didn’t allow dogs. 

Which was why she had asked for him to bring in a couple of blankets. She wanted to set up a warm place for them, amongst the old warn theater seats. Annaleigh hadn’t expected him to bring that many blankets though.

@boyacts​ sent an ask!! ::  “I’m not really superstitious. I think the whole ‘spirits returning to earth’ thing is ridiculous.”

“I’m not superstitious either.” Annaleigh agreed. She shifted in her spot on the bench next to him, as hazel green eyes looked at the spooky decorations that filled the park they were in. The Halloween decorations had prompted this discussion.

The whole ‘ ghosts ’ nonsense, was ridiculous. She wasn’t a fan of the supernatural aspect and it made no sense to Annaleigh. Anyone who believed that their dead loved ones still walked the earth had lost their minds, in her opinion. Her mom had died long ago and she knew the woman was never coming back.

@boyacts​ sent an ask!! ::  “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.” (i can’t remember which meme this is from.)

Lenny sighed softly as the facetime with her dad had ended. The man had decided to facetime her while she was hanging out with Chad and her friend had said it was okay for her to answer. She didn’t get to speak with her dad very often, because of the time difference, so she was willing to take all the time with him she could get. During the course of the call, he got to meet Chad and the man started interrogating her friendship with him. 

It was just like her dad to do come around and mess up a good friendship. He was overly protective and was always looking out for Lenny. She wouldn’t be surprised if Chad decided not to hang out with her again. He always scared away her friends. This wasn’t the first time he had done something like this and it wouldn’t be the last, she knew that. Sometimes, she thought his over protective nature was a curse.

soft angst starters | accepting | @boyacts

@boyacts​​ said: ‘ I’m not going to stop trying, I’m never going to stop. I’m not going anywhere, I’m not walking out that door until you sit down and TALK to me. ’  —  Grady & Chad  —

It was really stupid. Grady had no right to feel hurt, or upset, or even jealous. He knew that, but his heart wasn’t in agreement with his brain. He shouldn’t have done it; gone to visit the set of Mackenzie Falls without invitation. Still, he did, and even had an excuse lined up to explain why he was there... even if it was more of a fib. He’d just wanted to see Chad, frankly.

They had all given the king of drama such a hard time about his acting chops, but truth be told, Chad was incredible. Grady understood his popularity. Not just for his looks or talent, but because he’d come to be a genuine person too. When he wanted. As of lately, that seemed to be around Grady. He still didn’t understand that, but felt honored by it.

Deciding to peek in on a scene in progress, that’s when he caught sight of a kiss. It was just a silly onscreen act, but suddenly Grady felt his heart sink. His stomach churned and a sense of acceptance began to replace what had for a while been denial. That made him feel even more sick; that here he was, finally close with Chad Dylan Cooper and seeing him kiss someone else made him envious. And not of Chad.

A bagged Chad sandwich that he’d brought along fell to the floor, and Grady hauled ass out of the set area. He didn’t know how to play it cool; Nico had always been better at that. Well, sort of. “Sorry, I uh forgot I have somewhere to be. I gotta go and yeah...   — “ Grady tried, scrambling to the prop house.

Unfortunately Chad was faster and beat him there. Grady was embarrassed, confused, and he had no way to explain his behavior. “Just go. All’s good. I’m just tired. We can catch up later,” Grady insisted at least a handful of times in various phrasings and excuses. Chad wasn’t budging though, and Grady was growing ever more frustrated.

“Seriously, go. There’s nothing to talk about,” Grady fibbed again, his blue eyes unable to meet Chad’s sparkly ones. “You’re not getting it out of me... not that there is anything to get out of me, but. You know what I mean.”