#c;carter

“Are you going to stop talking shit about football and actually come watch a game or two now that I’m a Panther... best friend?” Jet questioned, teasing the other boy from his place on the couch. His feet itching to rest on the nice coffee table in front of his...but resisting the urge so that Carter’s mother wouldn’t have the motive to kill him. 

Pouring another glass of beer from the pitcher sitting on the sticky table, Jet made quick work of bringing his second glass up to his lips. The perks of being on the football team in Dillon- no one ID’s you. “Do you really think it’s a good idea? What if we bomb?” the boy worried out loud, knowing that Carter would probably roll his eyes at the insecurity bubbling up inside him, but letting the words flow from his mouth anyways as he discusses the idea of them going to perform. 

my random muse popped up reminder that I have genderbents of a lot of my muses and the one poking his head up is genderbent cruella aka Carter De Vil as faced by mr handsome hunky man

Bryce was- well, exploring wasn’t the word. Exploring was implying that he had done this on purpose, when really, he’d gone out to do... something, and had completely forgotten what it was he’d set out to do. Maybe throw his phone into the ocean, since it was ringing for the god knows how many times it’d rung by now, and he was ignoring the call from his girlfriend again- he’d come here to escape her, not have her follow him via cell phone- when, yup, yes, that was a hard body he was walking into, a hard, much larger body, and he was stumbling back, trying to figure out what exactly was happening when his gaze landed on the other male. “Was that- me?” More like he wanted to know if this man was actually the one he’d run into, even thought there wasn’t a doubt. He’d never been good with words.

PM: Hey, Miss Grace... I'm throwing a surprise Going Away party for Sebastian on Saturday night, and I wanted to invite you. And Ellie, obviously, but we haven't really talked since the almost-baby, and that didn't really go well, soo... Yeah.

wells-its-carter replied to your post:i had an eggcellent day!

PM: Miss Grace, could I get a permission slip to be outside after curfew? I just... Need to take a walk around campus and clear my head, and I don't know how long that's going to take.