#gcldenn

         “correct  me  if  i’m  wrong,  but  you  seem  like  the  type  of  girl  that’s  never  been  told  no.  not  by  your  family,  your  friends,  authority  figures,  whoever  you’re  fucking  this  week.  a  little  advice  —  i’m  not  any  of  them.  so,  stay  out  of  my  way  and  mind  your  own  business.  otherwise,  next  time  we’ll  be  having  a  very  different  conversation.”

"for the record... you can stop giving information at any point. we're clear on that point aren't we?" it was something that should be said. odette had never had any qualms about putting herself in danger, but she wasn't going to push anyone else to follow suit.

SHE STILL FEELS LIKE SHE'S IN A FOG. like nothing is real, somewhere between awake and a dream. she spent most of the morning being poked and prodded for the millionth time while they all spoke in hushed tones, everyone dancing around an uncomfortable truth. they sent someone into the room who gave her some pamphlets and assured her that she would remember ⏤ in pieces, in time, when she's ready. told her not to push it, not to be too hard on herself. but how could she not be? how could she sit in the car with them and drive down streets that don't feel familiar and feel okay with any of this? and she doesn't want to know how they feel about it all. if they're upset with her for not being able to remember anything about them. they walk into an apartment they tell her is hers, but it feels just as unfamiliar as everything else. but the first thing she does is shower and raid the closet and change into clothes that must be her own. when she walks out into the kitchen and sees they're still there, lexi doesn't really know what to do. "you don't have to stay," she says quietly, "i'll be okay, i'll just get some sleep."

“ what ?! why didn’t you tell me sooner ?! ” TROY leap from the couch. he immediately went ravanging through the junk around his so - called media center. “ this is dire !! ” his voice full to the brim with urgency. he didn’t realize how serious resse’s situation was until this very instant. he knew what he had to do. it was time to pull out the big guns ... after a few moments , the athlete straightened and held a dvd over his head triumphantly. “ this is a problem only space jam can fix ... ”

@gcldenn​

        lian  glanced  over  at  the  woman  with  an  intense  expression,  still  breathing  heavily  from  the  activity.  “does  it  look  like  i'm  done  with  you  yet?”  she  pushed  her  back  down  on  the  bed.  “stay.  don't  move  again  unless  i  tell  you  to.”

when sharpay asked him for a favor , TROY couldn’t find an excuse to say no. she said she needed a partner for something , and he didn’t remember the specifics. was it help with an audition ? was it a self - tape ?? he didn’t know , but considering she demanded he wear a specific color scheme didn’t feel like a good sign. arriving at her apartment , he already dreaded what came next. when she finally opened the door , he gestured to his attire. “ is this along the lines of what you wanted ?? ” perhaps that shouldn’t have been the first question out of his mouth. “ also what are we doing ?? are we going somewhere ???  ”