#hellrisings.

"stop! come on!" iris didn't know why she did it. she had felt the pressure building and she didn't have a real excuse to explain why sh hadn't been out with anyone since her last break up... which according to the friend she was having a drink with that night, was starting to get pathetic. "i'm just focused on my career right now. besides! i went out with someone the other night." her friend shoots her a skeptical look and iris lets her outh drop open in disbelief. "i can't believe you think i would lie to you!" clearly she would - and she'd get herself in deeper. her eyes scan the crowd until she finds someone believably her type. "look, right there. i met them here."

it had been forever since he had come home. he had thought about it a few times, even once or twice made the plans with his family that he never followed through on, but each time the day rolled around, noah couldn't find it in himself to go back. this time, he couldn't escape it - his parents threat to put his face on a milk carton was probably only a threat, but he didn't want to find out. he was killing time before his arrival at his parents house when he saw a face that he hadn't seen in years. he only hesitated for a moment before crossing the crowded coffee shop, weaving between the people waiting in line until he approached them. "long time no see. miss me?"

he  knows  it,  even  if  he  won't  say  it  out  loud  —  that  this  little  crush  is  getting  severely  out  of  hand.  he'd  started  doing  his  laundry,  just  on  the  off  chance  they'd  show  up.  dawning  clean  pairs  of  clothes,  features  cleaned  up  and  not  their  usual  levels  of  unkempt.  his  roommate  had  given  him  a  strange  look  a  few  days  ago,  said  he  was  being  weird.  bradford  used  the  age  old  excuse  of  getting  his  act  together,  which  had  only  made  his  roommate  laugh  and  tell  him  to  get  his  rent  money  together  first.  except  he  wasn't  getting  his  life,  or  his  financial  situation,  together  in  the  slightest  —  he  was  doing  this  for  purely  selfish,  romantic  reasons.  was  it  wrong  to  crush  on  your  roommate's  significant  other?  only  if  you  really  liked  your  roommate,  he'd  guess.  it's  half  past  midnight  and  he  lingers  around  in  the  kitchen,  can  of  red  bull  open  while  he  cooks  himself  a  meal  (  uses  the  airfryer  ),  ramrod  standing  up  straight  as  they  come  out  of  the  room  opposite  of  is.  "damn,  finished  so  soon?"  he  jokes,  offering  them  a  grin. / @hellrisings

"  you  .  .  .  you actually  came?  i  thought  we  were  done  for  good.  at least a good song came out of it. "