#cauticn

dustin: are there other fancy kitchen machines that the rich are keeping from me? or do yall draw the line at coffee machines?

slater: can you tell me what else we need?

              “THAT’S WHAT i call lowercase mad. you need to be uppercase mad.”

“i didn’t know if you’d like flowers or chocolate better, and i feel like in the spirit of the season you deserve both.” laughter spilled from barely parted lips. he was tender in his words and his action. as he crawled on to the couch setting the items on the coffee table. “i had a dream about you last night and i know that sounds really weird but i did.” he admits openly,” you were a star, one to bright to extinguish. a real star though not like famous or anything. but like an actually star in the sky.” hands brushing tenderly over their thigh. “you were beautiful.” 

"what the fuck were you thinking coming here?” jayden shouted, which were the first words coming from his mouth after he had picked her up from the audience and dragged her towards his dressing room - if one could even call it that. the adrenaline from the fight was still pumping through his veins and even though had just revived from being knocked out, he was still dangerous to the average person. his manager stepped in the room, telling him he should take it easy and get himself checked up as he was bleeding. jayden knew that with his head so dizzy he shouldn’t push himself, but he couldn’t care less right now. he was furious and in order for that to stop he needed to let it out. it was a matter of seconds before he had pushed the man out forcefully and locked to door before turning to the petite again, eyes venomous as his whole body was tensed. “i told you, you can’t come to my fights!”

it had been years since he had seen her but kit recognized her instantly. or least, he thought he did- part of him was still convinced he had imagined her to begin with. he had woken up with one of the worst hangovers of his life and the only remaining trace of her had been the faint scent of her shampoo on his pillows. since then she had been nothing but a memory, one that kit found himself returning to often, but something had always felt like a impossible part of his past that he couldn’t return to. and now here she was, standing across the room from him. a room which suddenly felt as vast as the ocean, with all the trouble he was having crossing it to her.

      “ aren't you the guy who tried to hurt me with the word goodbye ? .. –– though it took some time to survive you , i'm better on the other side . ”

       ‘ thanks for helping me with harper and helping cover for me with jade,  --- if you hadn’t been there i know she would have seen right through me.  ‘  @cauticn​