#ccnfused

❝ ——— Julian was getting sick and tired of his neighbors dogs. It was bad enough that he had to get home from work at almost 2am but the fact that he barely gets two hours of sleep because of those damn barking was making him furious. He got out of his bed, picked up his sketch book and wrote a note for his neighbor with the words ‘dear 402, your two dogs woke me up every night this week at 4am please silence your hounds  from HELL. regrades, 403.’ and after a bit of those added a drawing of mickey mouse flipping his neighbor off. He chuckled as he hung it on his next door neighbor’s door before leaving to work, deciding to get more sleep there.

tyler: hey i don't think i can make it tonight

ASHTON: i'm really sorry i sorta disappeared off the face of the earth

ASHTON: haven't been feeling like talking to anyone.

 ♑ our muses go out for coffee together 

it was not as though he was completely oblivious to the dating scene– it was more of it being a little bit too late since the last time he went out with someone. he definitely likes her, he knows that, and he can only hope that she feels the same way too. he’s a bit relieved that coffee was the subject of their first date as compared to another party, where they first met. though he’s still a bit nervous here and there, he definitely feels more comfortable now. 

so, as he holds the two cups of coffee in hand, he takes in a deep breath, you will not fuck this up, vega. and there he goes, settling the coffee down on the table with a grin, “i heard the coffee’s here really good.” 

the cold afternoon surely didn’t matter much, especially when there’s warm coffee and the occasional heat spreading across his cheeks as the two spent their day.

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

the solemn look and frown suggests that she might not be in the best state and jason’s almost panicking. he wonders if he’s to blame for the sorrow written on her face, but he pushes the thought aside as he scoots closer to the girl. hesitance is very evident in the way his trembling fingers are moving to clasp around her shoulder, very so gently pulling her by his side. 

“i.. i’m not exactly sure what’s going on. but, uh–..” his voice is slightly above a whisper as the pad of his thumb rubs against the smooth of her skin. he clears his throat, nervousness crawling onto each and every word that leaves his lips. “but i just want you to know that i’m here for you, yeah? and that you’re safe with me.” and when he does gets it out, there’s a wave of relief that washes over him. 

mercy lit a pink cigarette between her cherry painted lips, giggling to herself over her own thoughts. “do you realize that every time we go to a party everyone talks about how much sex they’re going to have, but nobody actually gets laid?" she was prodding them for a reaction now, wanting nothing more than a response to her efforts.