#cheramours

yara had never seen those beautiful blue eyes shine so brightly with anger. it was terrifying almost. had she really gone too far this time? was there no more hope for them? she sighed and knew that she just had to try. she was a fuck up, she felt like she’d always been at this point. “i know i haven’t given you much reason to believe me, i know i’ve said it a million times before but i’m sorry. look, last time my brother needed me to look after his kids, i forgot my phone and like, i don’t know your number by heart to call you on the landline. i don’t even think pablo’s works.” she told her and pulled herself back on track. “this time i didn’t forget you, alright? i didn’t. i’ve learned your number by heart now. i did so i can call you even when like, i’ve forgotten my phone or something.” she said and dared to take her hand. “i was doing better though, wasn’t i?” she asked and looked at her with her big brown eyes. “i wasn’t out... doing anything wrong. i promise.” she said, hoping it wasn’t too late yet. she had before, she had gone out to steal, even to see her ex in the past, when they first got together. layla never knew what she was doing, she’d never told. she was sure that if she did it would be completely over, even if in the last few months she’d stopped being a knucklehead. this time it hadn’t been like that, but she couldn’t blame layla for doubting that.

               oliver avoided ethan like the plague. or at the very least he did his best to avoid the other man since when he looked at him things got complicated in his mind. he wanted to kiss him but he also wanted to shove him off a bridge. not that he would ever do that but he couldn’t deny the rush of complicated feelings that kind of made him want to be ill. he felt so dramatic about it but he could never deny he loved him. he didn’t know how they wound up at the same gathering. a dinner for a mutual friend. he was pretty sure someone thought it was funny. god. the universe. the people who invited the both of them. he found himself sitting across from him as he made attempts to pretend to look at the menu. only his blue eyes seemed like they were constantly looking upon the other man and trying to swallow done anything and everything. it would be the perfect moment to get a call from work. he was really set off edge if he wanted someone to be murdered over sitting through the dinner. 

yara opened the door to let layla into her mother’s apartment, where she’d be staying for a while. no, there was nothing wrong with her own studio. the problem. her mother was on vacation and which stupid fuck had decided to get arrested? pablo and now, she was stuck with his six children for a week before her mother came back. why their mothers weren’t there to take care of them? they’d all aided him with the burglary and were all in custody because her life wasn’t ridiculous enough as it was. “help me.” she said as she looked at layla pleadingly. “my uncle just dropped them off and told me to take care of it. he left me a hundred bucks, which was nice but i cannot control six children by myself.” she said and then cringed as she heard a thud and the crying of a child. she groaned as she turned around and stormed to the living room where the children, ranging from eight to one were currently ‘playing’ - which could only be described as fighting, yelling, a bit of crying and a lot of pushing. “mi hermano es tan estúpido. yo podria matarlo. tan irresponsable, y luego tengo que resolverlo. solo tengo que arreglarlo.” she ranted, with wild hand gestures as she went to pick up three-year-old danger and held him close, rubbing his back. “domino, did you push him again?” she asked the seven-year-old who instantly started to cry, making the chaos complete and yara hung her head. she did not know how she was going to survive.

he was a little confused at her words at first before he laughed at her assessment. how could he look uncool with one of the most attractive nurses on staff on his arm? so maybe he did also ask her a little bit because it would make the asshole doctors and nurses that picked on him jealous but mostly it was because he did have somewhat of a crush on her, for as far as she knew her. she seemed kind and did her job well. he liked her. who knew what could come of it? “well, if you need someone to take you shopping, i would.” he said with a small smile. “uhm... it starts at seven so let’s say... six thirty? or do you prefer to be fashionably late and to make an entrance?” he wondered with a grin.

                   LIZZIE   FEELS   SICK    .    the   creepy   ,   dark   atmosphere   of   this   cell   not   really   doing   any   justice   ,    go   figure   .    looking   at   her   sister   on   the   other   side   causes   her   stomach   to   knot   and   she  wraps   her   arms   around   herself   as   if   to   root    herself   into   place    .    josie   has   helped   her   so   many   times   ,    more   times   than   she   can   even   count   ,   while   lizzie’s   been   selfish   .    she’s   always   felt   like   she   never   does   enough   ,    that   she   could   never   possibly   equal   up   to   her   twin   .    HOW   COULD   SHE   ?    josie   was   kind   and   she   cared   about   people   .        she    wants   to    open   the   door   and   hold   her   through   this   ,   but   she   knows   that   would   do   more   harm   than   good   .   this   is   helping   jo   ,    lizzie   reminds   herself   .    even   if   it   hurts   like   hell   .   “   josie   ?   “   her   voice   comes   out   weakly   when   she   notices   movement   .   “   jo   ,   is   that   you   ?   “     /    @cheramours​

                  Sebastian turned slightly to look at her when she spoke, his charming smile still plastered on his features. “I can assure you Elizabeth, I have not left the grounds.” He spoke, turning his attention back to the daylight ring he’d been playing with on his thumb. “Should I have gone somewhere else?” He asked, eyebrow quirking as he completely stood to face her. “What can I do for your, Elizabeth?” He asked, his hands finding his pockets in a relaxed pose.    

          “You should invest some of that money into a fucking dictionary, bitch. Learn what the definition of a joke is.” Emily Davis was LACKING in the self-confidence department, so the selfish cunt’s vicious words had struck a chord --- Not that she was about to let her see the DAMAGE she had done. (No one got to see that side of her). Abrupt step in the blonde’s direction & index-finger was BRUTALLY JABBING into her sternum, “Only joke I see in this room is YOU.” 

“kamden prescott,” mia says, walking up to the fashion designer. “fancy seeing you here.” it wasn’t like they hated each other, but being two up and coming women in the fashion industry, there’s bound to be a sense of competition and rivalry. she’s about to ask who exactly invited her, but the inquisitive voices of the paparazzi distract her. “amelia! is that kamden prescott?” “is kamden prescott your plus one to this event?” “are amelia liu and kamden prescott dating?” “ooh, now that’s a fashion power couple!” suddenly an idea pops into her head. something that could potentially benefit her in the long run. stepping towards kameron, she loops her arm around the other. “since you’re here,” mia whispers to her. “and if anyone’s wondering, you’re my date.”