i guess what hurt me most of all you were playing with my heart tell me ... why am i emotional when I knew it from the start ? tell me, why does my HEART BURN                        when i see your face ? @dcrko !

cooper: hey, is this gwen? :)

“don’t you have a whole dorm to yourself or whatever to not bother me in?” rosalie questioned, using her hip to bump the pantry door closed as she walked over to the counter in the large kitchen. her words were directed at carson, who she had spotted as she’d come down the staircase, rolling her eyes as she realised there seemed to be no escaping him. she had a box of sugary cereal in hand as she got up on a stool at the breakfast bar, opening it and shaking a couple of pieces into her palm, she’d need to keep track of how much she consumed, but a particularly bad day had put her in a mood. “i’m just wondering. do you have friends, carson? or jeez, a girlfriend? i hear girls are far less particular in college, surely you have a chance with some of the girls willing to make tragic mistakes? y’know, gotta kiss a few frogs to meet prince charming.” she smirked, eyebrows raising as she popped another couple pieces of cereal in her mouth. her feet were moving back and forth underneath her, though it hid her vague excitement that he was across from her and probably not even paying that much attention to her. despite her words giving the indication she was picking a fight, it was mostly in jest. that was just how her relationship with her ex-step brother seemed to work. they gave each other hell for things, argued over shit that didn’t matter. he wasn’t always around but it wasn’t till rosalie grew up that she stated to actually feel more on an equal playing field with him, enough to have total confidence even when he responded to her. 

           elena knew that this was WRONG, hell she loved her brother and it sucked that the one girl that he actually liked elena had been crazy about ever since she was a freshman, her innocence was so different, it made elena W O N D E R many things.  she’s walking down the stairs in her night gown, robe slightly open as she sits next tot he femme ❛ oh hey, i did not know that you were here.  ❜ a lie. of course she knew that the other was here, main R E A S O N why she came out of her room ❛ how bad of erick to leave you all alone.  ❜ she smiles as she places her hand on the femmes lap. 

kora wasn’t sure whether or not to feel ashamed or confused. the night prior, kora had shown up to the others doorstep, basically acting on a whim which led to the two close friends sleeping together. without a thought in her mind, or at least — without letting herself fully comprehend what had happened, she apologized and ran out. she had been working all day at the bakery, checking her phone for a phone call or even a text message but, she was too afraid to reach out to the other. not knowing whether or not she scared them away or even frightened them to not want to talk to her period. kora took it among herself to make her way back to their home, ringing the doorbell as she nervously messed with the hem of her skirt before it opening. her voice sounded raspy and almost too gentle to hear. “hey.. i — i just wanted to make sure you were okay..” she continued, her eyes stuck on the others. 

whenever amelie went out to go shopping, she’d know exactly what she wanted. gifts were her specialty, especially gifts meant for herself. but today’s shopping trip wasn’t for her. no, today’s trip was for her parent’s 25th anniversary. and for once in her life, amelie was drawing a blank on just what to get. if it didn’t seem like she herself had everything, her parents definitely did. gifts for couples were always a challenge for her, and for people like her mother and father only made it more difficult. which is what caused her to step into this small record shop she stumbled upon. amelie stuck out like a sore thumb in the humble-looking store, but the femme couldn’t help her fondness for the homeliness in radiated. her gaze lingered on nearby vinyl as she racked her brain for what sort of music her parents could be into. it is in her moment of struggle that she noticed someone from the corner of her eye. looking over, mimi let a slight smile appear on her face at the sight of the taller male. he seemed to fit right in with the aura of the store. “ --please tell me you work here. because i need some serious help. ”

        it was half past two am, at this point. johnny, who’s picked up film making in the past two years, amongst various other talents, was sitting in front of his mac. he’d been there for hours-- filtering through the footage of the past year of his life. a small smile quirked up on his lips as he saw how truly happy he was in each of these clips. him in italy, standing before the trevy fountain. lounging underneath the eiffel tower. taking on pubs in ireland with the mates he’d met while he’d been staying there. all of the little snippets of his life that all felt so long ago. as he heard his uncle dan cough from down the hall, he was starkly reminded that that was then, and this was now. it wasn’t like he particularly minded-- he loved the bloom’s. they’re family. but they’re not necessarily his family, he supposes. it’s not until the buzzing of his phone beside him pulls him out of his thoughts, pausing the clip in front of him. a small smile quirked up on his lips when he read alyx’s name-- yet it was quickly replaced with a tinge of worry. why would she be calling her at two in the morning? “hey, al, what’s goin’ on?” he tried to say as casually as he could, spinning around in his desk chair.

       if anyone was the definition of miserable, it had to be bailey. walking in on her boyfriend of three years fucking the girl she has hated since sixth grade isn’t quite exactly what she wanted on a long-awaited date night, but of course, what else could she expect when they’ve been living far apart for a year. and now she finds herself back in her own apartment the next night, finishing bag after bag of (baked) chips in a baggy sweatshirt, no pants on, while trying to wrap up a gift for her mom. after chickening out from a horror movie she figured that none of the binge-eating and binge-watching spell is cheering her up, so she’d decided to do what she does best and be a good daughter. but it turns out that not even wrapping a gift could actually make her feel a bit more FUNCTIONAL. and she’s crying again, really, just after realizing she didn’t cut enough wrapper for the gift box, face buried onto arms on the coffee table. the doorbell rings not far into her breakdown, and for a split second she’s confused as to why her boyfriend would be at her front door, loudly cursing upon realization that she’s ordered pizza an hour ago. ‘ coming! ‘ trudging to the front door, she confirms through the peephole that it’s her dinner, opening up as the biggest mess.