#harmcomforts

       ​the only thing that wes can focus on right now is the irresistible temptation to hold charlotte’s hand. they should be safe right now, he thinks he can probably trust charlotte’s roommates to keep their mouths shut if he decided to link their fingers, but there’s a part of him that kind of enjoys the lusting. his eyes are locked on her perfectly manicured fingernails, wondering if she always has them looking this pristine, or if the girls happen to have some nail technician backstage that he’s unaware of who keeps them looking this dainty and flawless at all times. the only reason he’s so hyperaware of this, is because he’s sitting a foot away from her in the backseat of her roommates car -- and if he doesn’t fixate on the close proximity of their hands resting beside each others on the middle seat, he’ll be thinking about far less lovely things. like how danny is probably looking for him right now, and when he’s unable to find him, the first person he’s going to call is wes’ mother. or worse, he’ll have to think about the fact that he’s about to go to a party with a majority of the cast and crew, and he’s not really sure how he’s supposed to act. the only reason he’s going is because the location of the party happens to be at charlotte’s apartment, hosted by her roommates, and this seems like that moment that he’s been crossing his fingers for. it’s actually come a lot sooner than he expected, getting the chance to see what charlotte’s life is like outside of set apart from just fucking asking to hang out. he didn’t realize how difficult that would actually be, considering his mouth goes dry and his eyes go straight for her lips every time they’re alone for two minutes out of character. so when the suggestion of an afterparty was thrown up in the air, wes made sure to secure his attendance by asking charlotte if he could ride along with her. 

besides, it’s not like danny would be willing to take him. when shooting ends, he’s expected to return back to their hotel room without question, despite being a twenty-two year old who should be able to make decisions for himself. sneaking away with charlotte and her roommates to their car was simple, though he didn’t actually mention to her that he was sneaking away at all. it seems easier this way, to hide the fact that he has little to no control over his life and just pretend he’s a well-adjusted but definitely weird and disgruntled actor with problems that charlotte doesn’t need to know about. well, doesn’t need to know about yet. 

How Primavera got stuck helping her dad with one of his home improvement projects - she didn’t know. This time it was painting the fence in their backyard. On the plus side, her sister and her boyfriend - or not, Prim couldn’t keep up anymore - were assisting in the project too. However, something came up half way through, and Summer excused herself which left Prim with her dad... And Aleki. Now, Prim had always had a little bit of a crush on Aleki. Sure, he had always been her sister’s friend or whatever - but she was allowed a crush, right? Half way through painting he ended up taking his shirt off and could she of just died? Yeah, probably.

based off of THIS PLOT

blake had come to a decision. 

it wasn’t the smartest decision, maybe, but no one was about to hand her an award for being top of their class. honestly, she was straight middle of the road - mostly b’s, a couple c’s ( who could remember all the different equations for chemistry? it was science, not math, and it was lame to expect her to remember everything when she had 7 classes a day plus cheer plus a moderately active social life and somehow her parents expected that she at least make it to a state school, if not further. honestly, thinking about it usually made blake pop an aspirin so she could ignore it altogether. ) and no one had ever called her a ‘leader’ of any kind. she had her friends, her brother, and her next door neighbor / best friend from childhood, todd. 

and if she made bad decisions, well. he was usually right alongside her.

he probably didn’t even realize that she’d been watching him for years - flirting with girls, getting them to go on a date with him. she never pressed for details about what happened on said dates, but the locker room was usually abuzz with a rumor or two that he was happy to confirm or deny when she complained about it to him. once upon a time, she’d even convinced herself she was in love with him herself - sixth grade, waiting for him to ask her to the formal, only to watch him go with someone else, her small heart broken and shattered silently while she healed without him ever knowing anything happened. 

that had been a smart decision. she wasn’t about to jeopardize the best friendship she had because she’d had a crush on him. it was the hormones, that was all. her first period had started almost a week later, and she decided to chalk the entire experience up to the beginning of womanhood, something her mother agreed with wholeheartedly. 

she was pretty sure if she told her mother her plan, the woman would have a stroke and then send blake to a convent. 

she’d made a pro/con list, watched enough movies to know what pitfalls could come of this - the chances of either one of them falling for the other were absolutely slim to none - and specifically borrowed brad’s car to buy condoms from a pharmacy out of town so no one could see her. she wasn’t normally a planner - she could barely remember what day of the week it was - but she had everything set meticulously, down to the day of the week. 

tuesday afternoon, 4pm. todd would be home, his parents would not be, and her own family wouldn’t see her knock on his door with a backpack and a face of determination on her face. she barely even waited for him to greet her, just bulldozing past him in order to pull out the box of condoms from her bag, holding them in front of her as if they were some sort of prize. 

“i’m ready to lose my virginity,” she told him firmly, “and i’ve decided you’re going to be the one to do it.”